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total-killer-brainrot · 3 months ago

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The Deal

No one asked for this, but I needed something dark and gross 🤷‍♀️

TW: Dub-Con turned Non-Con; Infidelity; Cheating; Rough sex; Forced sex; Slight fuck-or-die but not really; Dead Dove Do Not Eat; Unnecessary amount of commas

Setting up the arrangement with Charlie Hewitt left a sour taste in your mouth at the way he openly leered at you the entire time, but you just kept thinking about finally going to bed with a full belly to get you through his poorly concealed innuendos and crass language. It wasn’t until you arrived at the Hewitt’s home, telling your husband you were walking to the next town for groceries as an excuse, that your plan began to crumble. The memory of Charlie’s words making fear squeeze your lungs and bile rising in your throat.

Just when you think you couldn’t feel even more worthless, here you were spreading your legs for a man that wasn’t your husband, all for the chance to get food on your table.

Your husband acted just as worthless as you currently felt and invited his parents to move into your already cramped house without discussing anything with you. Four grown adults living in a one-bedroom shack of a house, with your husband barely making enough money to feed you both let alone two more mouths, was enough to want to pull your hair out. Of course, it didn’t help that your mother-in-law found fault in every single thing you did which your husband agreed with to stay on his mother’s good side. Coupled with your in-laws living beyond their means, including gorging themselves on food that you managed to scrap together, which often left you going to bed hungry and riddled with anxiety. So, when you overheard the local gossip hounds whispering how the Hewitt family would give meat from their job at the slaughterhouse in exchange for favors, it didn’t take long for you to come to a steely resolve. It might have been the numerous days without a steady meal, or how you were belittled everyday at your home, that made you snap and jump at the chance.

‘As much as I want a piece of that pussy…I made a promise to my kin. Tommy’s birthday is coming up and it is far past time for him to become a man despite what mama says. So that’s who you’ll be fucking today. If you got a problem with that then you can fuck off.’

He was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that it made your head spin.

Relief that you wouldn’t have to sleep with that disgusting excuse of a man making you giddy, before realization at his words struck you like white-hot lightening. You’ve only seen Tommy Hewitt once and the memory was seared into your brain.

You had come across him as he lumbered down the main road on his way home from the slaughterhouse and you were frozen in your tracks as his hulking form stalked past you. He was a large burly man, with broad shoulders, huge biceps, and thick thighs, and his dark shaggy hair didn’t hide the fact that he wore some type of leather mask on the lower part of his face.

He still wore his bloodstained apron.

You had reluctantly agreed once Charlie “sweetened” the deal by promising double the amount of food he would give. Now, here you were, propped up on a bench in the shed while listening to Charlie whisper harshly outside the door. From his tone it sounded like he was scolding someone, Tommy to be exact when you heard his slow heavy footsteps nearing the door, and you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest the longer you had to wait. From the snippets you could hear it sounded like he was giving instructions and you grimaced when you heard him give vivid instructions on what to put in where.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Tommy came stumbling through the door looking exactly like you remember minus the apron. You realized his blunt appearance was because he was being pushed into the room. Charlie gave you a dirty lingering look, shaking his head with a wistful sigh, before slapping Tommy on a broad shoulder before ducking back out.

The door shut with a firm thud and then you were left alone with the behemoth.

Fear and anxiety once more rushed through you fast enough to make you lightheaded, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, and the man lingered almost awkwardly by the door. You dimly noticed that he kept his head down, stealing glances at you and your body through his curtain of hair, and you took a deep breath to gather your courage. The bench underneath you was hard and uncomfortable and you knew the sooner you got this over with the sooner you can go home and forget this entire thing.

With shaky hands you hiked up your skirt, removing your panties so they won’t get lost or ruined, and spread your legs. Your face burned in mortification at your actions, even more so when Tommy’s entire body jerked as if sucker-punched, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide the way he openly stared between your legs with wide blue eyes. You fumbled with the small bottle of oil you brought with you, knowing you weren’t going to get properly wet enough to make things less painful, and you quickly waved Tommy over. He approached slowly as if you were going to bite before settling between your spread legs. With him so close you suddenly realized just how big he was, your thighs straining to accommodate the width of his hips, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when a large heavy hand landed on your thigh. His skin was rough and overly warm, thick fingers digging into the meat of your thigh curiously, and you spotted his eyes darting over the rest of your body before settling back between your legs. Your nerves were starting to crumble at his slow pace so you reached down and began unbuckling his pants with trembling fingers.

His entire body tensed up and you mumbled a quiet apology, but your hands continued their work. You knew this was supposedly his first time, but you were anxious to get this over with. Tommy made a low grunting noise as he shuffled on his feet before you got his pants open and his entire body seemed to spasm when you reached into his pants to grab his dick.

You immediately paled at the sheer girth you encountered as you fingers weren’t even close to touching.

He was clearly proportionate to the rest of his body, but that also meant that he was hung like a fucking horse. You let go and fumbled with the vial of oil with a quick prayer for things to be over quickly. You ignored how he jerked his hips closer to you as if willing your hand back as he restlessly pushed his pants down with a grunt to offer you more room to touch him.

His cock stuck out just below his button-down shirt, almost drooping from the heavy weight, and the thick tip was an angry shade of red. You couldn’t help but compare him to your husband. He was larger in every single way, almost laughably so, and you had the brief thought of if you could even get that inside you. It twitched under your gaze. You looked away suddenly embarrassed and saw out of the corner of your eye his hips jerk once more towards you. You felt sweat pool at your lower back, the hot summer air doing nothing to cool you off despite being in shade, and you nervously wiped the sweat beading at your brow the back of your hand. You chided yourself and focused once more at the task at hand.

You poured a generous amount into your palm, nearly half the bottle, and steeled yourself before reaching down to coat him thoroughly. The sound he made didn’t seem human, the punched out garbled growl making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you held back your whimper of fright as he thickened even more in your grasp. You tried to not think of how you were going to struggle to take him into your body. You dropped him once he was completely coated and dumped more oil into your hand, steadfastly ignoring the way Tommy panted through his mask. You leaned back while taking a deep breath before reaching down and slathering yourself, working the oil into your cunt while simultaneously trying to stretch yourself with two fingers in preparation. It wasn’t long until you felt calloused fingers brushing against the back of your hand making you nearly shriek in surprise. You whipped your head down to see Tommy had moved closer, eyes completely transfixed between your legs, and you realized he was gripping himself with his other hand.

He was stroking himself at the same pace you were working yourself open.

Unexpectedly, heat simmered low in your pelvis at the sight and you couldn’t help but squirm in place. It was only about a minute later that you could tell he was getting restless, his hand squeezing his cock tight enough to make you wince, and you pretended to not notice him rubbing the weeping tip against your thighs. Tommy suddenly gripped your leg and spread you even further and you did whimper at the pain shooting through your hip at the unnatural position. He began grinding against your hand still buried in yourself, huffing in annoyance when he was denied entry, and you took a shuddering deep breath before moving your hand away to grip the edge of the bench.

“Go…slow, okay? Slow,” you muttered in a raspy voice and the only answer you received was the sensation of something blunt and sticky nudging at you.

He suddenly surged forward in an attempt to ram himself in, making you shriek and kick your pinned leg uselessly, but thankfully he just slid through your wet folds and brushed against your clit. He did that a few more times and was clearly growing agitated.

Even as you tried to weakly soothe him by weakly petting the hand holding you open, but that just seemed to work him up even more. Eventually the head of his cock notched at your entrance and he began to slowly push forward, seemingly learning from his mistakes, and you felt your eyes widen at the stretch. He was impossibly wide, nearly making you scream as your body attempted to reject the intrusion, but he was determined and those dark blue eyes never strayed from your straining cunt. You tried to help by shifting your hips, bracing one foot on the bench to widen your pelvis, and even stretching your other leg out to help ease the tension.

Nothing worked and you couldn’t escape the mounting pressure.

“It’s not going to work…Tommy, you have to stop. It hurts,” you pleaded, beginning to push on his thick chest while wiggling your hips away from him, and your vision blurred with unshed tears. Tommy didn’t like you pushing him away.

With a growl he pulled back, but your relief was short lived as he easily grabbed your hips and flipped you over and resumed his position. One broad palm was flat on your back between your shoulder blades, pinning you in place even as you squirmed and kicked, and you felt him trying to push in again with renewed vigor.

“Tommy, stop! I changed my mind! Get off of me!” you shrieked with growing panic only to have your shouts silenced by the feel of that fat head popping inside you.

Your eyes widened, body freezing and clenching down on reflex, and you barely had time to draw in a breath before Tommy drew back and slammed himself halfway inside you. The scream you let out was ear-piercing and your throat immediately felt shredded from the sound, but was cut off by him rearing back and slamming his hip back into you until he was eventually buried to the hilt.

His croaky moan of pleasure was covered by another scream from you.

Tears were now flowing freely down your face as you howled in pain, feeling as if you were being ripped in half, and you barely noticed Tommy’s other hand reaching down to paw at your wet cheeks as if to soothe you.

He only stayed still for a few seconds before leaning back and beginning a downright brutal pace. His hips were slamming into you with enough force to have the bench beneath you creaking ominously, your pelvis felt like it was going to shatter, and you had the stray thought that no amount of preparation would have ever prepared for you for him. Your gasping cries were short and choppy, from both his frantic pace and the hand pushing you down effectively squishing your lungs, but you still shrieked and yelped for him to stop or at least slow down to let your body adjust.

He didn’t listen.

He seemed possessed, grunting and snarling as he pounded into you mercilessly, and eventually your body went limp. You clawed helplessly against the wood beneath your cheek, blubbering incoherently, and prayed that Tommy would finish quickly. As if punishment for accepting this deal, you were granted no such reprieve.

He continued to rut into you like a mindless beast for what felt like hours, your insides swollen and throbbing as they were pummeled by his thick cock, and sweat was dripping off of him and mingling with your tears as he leaned over you to reach impossibly deeper. It wasn’t until his hips started stuttering and his thrusts turned deep and hard instead of fast and frantic that had you crying in relief at the telltale signs that he was nearing his finish. Then a horrifying realization dawned on you. Tommy wasn’t stopping. Instead it seemed he was spending longer and longer buried completely to the hilt, pressed flush against you as close as he could, and a new wave of terror-induced adrenaline washed over you.

“Not inside…Tommy don’t you fucking dare finish inside me,” you shrieked, renewing your struggles to escape him, and you grew increasingly wild as he only grunted at you.

You began writhing and attempting to twist away from him, kicking your legs and reaching back behind you to claw at his face, anything to get him away from you.

It only resulted in the hand on your back to slide up and fist painfully in your hair, nearly slamming you back onto the table hard enough for you to see black spots swimming in your vision, and his other hand grabbed your hip to further hold you in place. You continued to beg and plead for him to not come inside you, literally anywhere else but inside, but you were steadfastly ignored. His pace suddenly quickened, a low rattling whine escaping his broad chest, and you wailed as he stilled completely buried inside you. You felt his cock jerk and throb followed by a wave of scorching heat soothing your ravaged channel and you screamed in outrage and in despair. Tommy continued to grind into you, riding out his orgasm with small hurt noises escaping his throat, and by the time he was finished you were limp and shivering with shock. Realization of what all just happened rolling through your mind as fast as nausea rolled in your stomach at the feeling of wetness slipping down your thighs. Bile threatened to rise in your throat, silent tears spilling anew down your damp face, and your entire body felt both boiling hot and icy cold.

You wept quietly as he stayed buried inside you. He petted through your hair as if you were a frightened animal, his ragged breathing filling the stuffy air of the shed, and you swore you heard him cooing at you. You felt him lean down and nuzzle the back of your head as his hand moved from your hip to shyly pet over the back of your hand in some twisted form of affection after what just happened. The door suddenly swung open and you didn’t even have the energy to even twitch.

“Atta boy, Tommy! Heard that bitch caterwauling clear down the road!” Charlie shouted with clear glee and humiliation burned in your veins.

You heard the man move closer, no doubt wanting to leer at your crumpled body, but Tommy growled and moved his body more firmly on top of you. As if shielding you from view.

“Aw, what’s this, boy? You finally get your dick wet and now feel like you’re somebody special?” Charlie sneered and you felt the large body on top of you press even tighter to you.

You heard movement around you before a large item wrapped in brown paper tied with twine plopped on the table by your head.

“A deal’s a deal. Don’t be shy now. I’m sure Tommy would love to see you again,” he continued with a wheezing laugh, clearly finding the whole ordeal hilarious, and he walked back out of the shed laughing to himself.

Regret and disgust swirled in your gut at the sight of the paper bag, knowledge of what all transpired making you want to cry all over again, and you let out a small hiccupping sob. Tommy nuzzled into your hair once more, his body relaxing now that Charlie had left, and he resumed his petting. He was letting out a happy garbled sound, clearly not realizing how he had just brutalized you, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

You felt Tommy begin to harden inside you once more.

#amazingggg

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total-killer-brainrot · 4 months ago

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bloody terrified about tomorrow wish me luck

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total-killer-brainrot · 4 months ago

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since I'm down this wabbit hole already I'll just say it: 2022 tcm might not have been everyone's cup of tea, but great googly MOOGLY does dilfy leatherface go OFF!!!!

hmmrhhhggherrrnrnrmnrrnrnrmm.......the way he throws em around......the plague of bein a righteous-vengeance momma's boy....meeeoowwwww!!!! not me thinkin abt him losin the last of his family & becoming obsessed w/ making a new one w/ some pretty lil thing i mean what

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total-killer-brainrot · 5 months ago

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“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie remakes take place in different universes bc the characters have different names except for being named Sawyer” Wrong, those are all Bubbas cousins and he goes to spend his summers with them sometimes so Drayton gets some peace of mind and work done.

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total-killer-brainrot · 6 months ago

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anyone have any requests i wanna write but i have no ideas

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total-killer-brainrot · 6 months ago

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Siphon

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Johnny has fun with his little playthings.

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This is written for @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi May! Very fun very hot and I have one other Multi May idea that i might also write!

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,141. Ship: Johnny Slaughter x Leland Mckinney x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, Toxic Relationships, Biting, Blood, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Creampie, No Aftercare

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Looking down at your boyfriend you remembered why you fell in love with him. The delicate part of his lips as he moaned. How his hair covered his eyes when he tilted his head just so. The warm grip of his hands as he clasped yours. How did you get so lucky to get a boy as pretty as Leland?

Since you had both been captured you didn’t often think of how your relationship used to be. You had been happy. It never thought anything had been missing. But now, you couldn’t possibly imagine going back. And despite Leland’s embarrassed denial, you knew he agreed. The two of you had been shown a life you never could have imagined. Yes, it was full of violence and the two of you had the scars, and still open wounds, to prove it. But it was also full of passion and almost unending pleasure.

You traced your fingers over his cheekbone gently. Feeling the light sweat covering his face. He turned his head to press his nose into your thigh. Groaning against your skin. You chuckled gently as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“What’s so funny?”

You’re head shot up, eyes widening as you met Johnny’s eyes. And for just a moment you forgot all about Leland. You couldn’t help it when Johnny looked so delicious while balls deep inside your boyfriend. The way his muscles tensed with each powerful thrust. He was gorgeous in a totally different way. You realised you were staring at him. He was grinning. Those teeth. You could still feel the sharp sting they would leave on your neck. Thighs. Just about anywhere he could reach.

“Nothing…” You glanced down at Leland once again, who seemed to be totally out of it, and got an overwhelming rush of fondness and arousal. “I think he’s about to cum.”

Johnny immediately stilled, causing Leland’s eyes to shoot open with a loud whine. Trying to voice his displeasure at the lack of movement. Only able to let out garbled pleas. He was so cute when Johnny got him all desperate like this. You didn’t have the opportunity to dwell on it though. A sharp snap from Johnny’s fingers had your body moving before your brain caught up. He had you trained so well. Gently lifting Leland’s head off your lap and laying it to rest on the pillow below. Moving to Johnny’s side. A pleasant chill running down your spine as he ran his hand up your back to grip your hair. Guiding your head closer into a messy kiss.

You should have expected the bite. Both you and Leland were covered in messy wounds from Johnny’s wandering mouth. But the pain still made you gasp. And he loved it when he caught you by surprise. Grinning against your lips as his teeth dug down until you tasted coppery blood. A happy grumble rising from the man's chest and making you whimper weakly.

As much as you knew Johnny loved the taste, he seemed to be getting impatient. Shallowly thrusting into Leland once again as he lapped at your split lip. You could sense the forced willpower when he finally pulled away. Lips red with your blood. The sight alone was enough to have you dripping. Along with the show the pair had provided you with you were squeezing your thighs together in search of any friction possible.

“Desperate?” Johnny cooed. Chuckling when you nodded. “Why don’t we see if his cock still works shall we?”

He lifted you so easily. One arm around your waist to position you exactly where he wanted, your back to his chest. Guiding Leland’s neglected cock inside you. You were so needy already that it slid in embarrassingly smoothly. Accompanied by yours and Leland’s matching moans. Behind you Johnny laughed.

“You two are a fuckin’ mess.” He mumbled, wrapping both arms around your waist and holding you close, his shallow thrusts moving you and making you ride the crumbling man below. You felt his teeth once again sink into your skin, this time your shoulder. One of your favourite spots. A long cry of his name sounding from your lips.

Leland’s hips jerked below you. The poor man losing it as he was assaulted by an overwhelming barrage of pleasure. You knew from experience how intense Johnny could be. He could guide the two of you through hell and back and you would both still be on your knees thanking him.

Blood dripped down your collarbone and you could feel Johnny’s confident thrusts falter. He was also getting close. Though there was no way he would let himself finish first. One hand moving down to your clit as he angled his thrusts to hit deeper. Causing you and Leland to almost scream in unison. It took only moments for Leland to arch his back and cum. Shaking beneath you as his orgasm ripped through him.

Johnny didn’t stop pounding into him though. And you could see his face twist as overstimulation took over and he tried to squirm away. But with both you and Johnny keeping him in place he just had to take it. You could feel his softening cock twitch inside you right as your own peak hit. Leaning back against your second lover as you rolled your hips, riding out the high. Much to Leland’s displeasure. Though you didn’t even register his whines. Far too focused on Johnny’s fingers skilfully dancing over your clit.

Once you came down Johnny pushed you forward and Leland’s cock slipped out of you as you laid on top of him. You and your boyfriend panting heavily, jostled by Johnny’s rough fucking as he finally chased his own peak. You almost started to relax, but the bastard wouldn’t let you rest. His fingers scooping up the cum leaking out of your aching cunt and fingering it back into you. An unexpected sob escaped you as you tried to reach down and push him away, but a harsh slap to your hand reminded you of your place and you just took it.

Glancing up weakly you saw tears rolling down Leland’s face. He was so out of it. Nonsensical pleas filling the air until Johnny finally stilled. All was quiet for a moment, the only noise being all three of your heavy breaths. Once Johnny had calmed himself down he pulled away from you both. A final synced shudder as you and Leland were suddenly empty. Leland’s eyes were closed, desperately needing rest. You turned your head weakly to watch Johnny as he tugged his shirt back on.

“Clean him up.” Was all he said. You felt the urge to reach out for him. Ask him to stay. To take care of you both. But you knew better. He didn’t even look at you as he left.

#tkb fics #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter x you #johnny slaughter x reader #leland mckinney #leland mckinney x reader #leland mckinney x you #leland mckinney x you x johnny slaughter #leland mckinney x johnny slaughter #Multi-May

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total-killer-brainrot · 7 months ago

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"Feast." Vilmer Slaughter and Darla Slaughter X FEM! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! It's Multi-May! Here we fucking go, another entry ready to go! A gift fic for a very speical someone in my life that has now been converted to be reader insert friendly. I hope you all enjoy this fucked up triads formation.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.4K. Vilmer Slaughter And Darla Slaughter X FEM! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Canonical TCM Things (Violence, Gore, Cannabalism.) Teasing. Banter. Making Out. Fingering. Cunnlingus. Vilmer Is An Asshole. Vaginal Sex. Face Sitting. Cum Eating. Thigh Riding. Overstimulation. Multiple Orgasms. Dirty Talk. Threesome.

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You are putting items you want to bring home into your bag, the sound across the room pulls your attention to her. The sound of her chair moving, of her standing, you catch the very pleasant sight of her stretching, hands above her head, fingers interlaced, eyes closed and a sigh crossing her lips. She was standing just far enough out from her desk you get the full effect, eyes dragging from well manicured fingers, to her well styled hair, painted features. The small arch of her back and the way her ample chest caused the buttons of her blouse to strain just a hair, down the tight and short skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, down the long, long shapely legs, hot enough today she had forgone pantyhose, to the tall, almost precarious heels she walked so well in.

The lines her body created were endlessly appealing, the soft glint of gold jewellery in the low light-

“You good, sweetheart?”

Your eyes snapped back up to her face, she wasn’t stretching any longer, you’d lingered too long, her hands were on her hips and her lips were stretched in a smile, pretty white teeth on display. You continue shoving your things back in your bag, eyes dropping and trying to will your face to not burn in shame over your embarrassment in being caught gawking at her. With a clearing of your throat, you say, “Yeah, I’m great.”

She hums unconvinced, you hope she drops it.

Silence overtakes for a moment.

You think you might get away with it until she speaks up again, “Because I think I saw you staring at me, pretty intensely, at that, sugar.”

Shit. Shit. Fuck.

“Was I?” You ask, voice pitching higher than it probably should be, you have all your items back in your bag, but you are rooting around in it, pretending to look for your keys, even though you know just where they are.

You feel the weight of her stare. Finally, you look up, eyes meeting hers and the staring contest between you both across the room is held for almost a hair too long before she breaks, smile back and a laugh, “I’m fucking with you.”

You smile back. Of course, she was, you laugh with a shake of your head.

Standing up, pushing your chair out, slinging your bag over your shoulder, you say, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

You say this even knowing that there is a good chance she will call you tonight, it has been just long enough that she could call you anytime. “Yeah tomorrow, angel.”

She hums it sweetly, that smile, slight cock of her head, and you both leave, she turns the lights off on the way out, locks the door and you both step away, walking towards your cars parked next to each other. A small hushed, “Night.” leaves you and her responding, “G’night.”

The silence has overtaken, not heavy, but present between the both of you as you unlock your car and get in, the door slams in time with hers, both of you turn on your cars, headlights come on, you want to glance her way, you want to wave goodbye, but you’ve already technically said goodnight. Any more would be overkill and maybe read as desperate, and even though you're sure you were, you didn’t want to come across that way.

You pull out, and you go down the road one way, she goes down the other.

Even when going in opposite directions, your mind is on her.

The friendship between you both grew quickly, naturally, since you started working together. She didn’t interview you, someone else did, you got the job and started, and she helped train you. Sweet and kind, funny, warm, she showed you the ropes and you and her talked over lunches, gleeful conversation made over tuna salad sandwiches and ants on a log and apple slices and whatever else was in your lunch bag and hers. She would bring her chair to your desk, set up camp, sit with you, beside you, talk and talk.

That’s how it started, anyway. Friendly. Innocent.

It turned much less so when he came into the picture.

Curiosity about him was struck early, during the times when she would talk to him on the phone, calling him up asking him in that slightly more seductive timbre to go here or there or, “Could you please do this for me handsome?”

You’d heard many times her side while she was on the phone but once, she had to step out, something she had to see to, and you needed to be the one to call him, she’d left her Rolodex, the numbers you might need and when a tow was required and couldn’t wait, an accident blocking an arterial road, it was on you to make the call.

Picking up the phone, fingers dial nearly on autopilot and after three rings the line comes to life with his voice, the first time you’ve heard it, “Darla darlin’ where d’ you need me to go now?”

He calls her darling? You don’t let it throw you, not stumbling, correcting him, “Uh no sorry, not Darla, she’s stepped out but I need you to go to the corner of Main and Jefferson, there’s been an accident near the bank, it’s blocking everything, need you to haul a car away.”

At the silence that greets, you tack on a small, “Please?”

“Oh it's you, the other office worker! Shoot, finally gettin’ to talk to ya, Darla’s mentioned you plenty. Sure, I can do that, sweets.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes you do so in kind, you tell him, “Thank you so much! Uhm, give a shout when it’s clear?”

The question is met with an affirmative hum and a confident, “Definitely, I’d loooove to talk to you again, I’ll call you when it’s done, buh-bye for now.”

The click rings out and the line goes dead. You are still holding to your ear, thinking that the “buh-bye” sounded very fucking flirty. You thought he was just like that with Darla, or was he like that with everyone?

When Darla came back you filled her in, and she beamed at you, “Ooh, thank you so much for calling Vilmer while I was out, that was the right thing to do, I knew I could count on you!”

Her praise pours over you thick and sweet as honey, and you feel warm.

The drive to your place that evening feels shorter than normal, with your mind running as it had been, soon you are in your driveway and getting out of your car. You take the three steps up to your front porch with your keys still in your hand, the door is unlocked and opened, it’s shut behind you and the usual evening routine is kicked off.

Bag is dropped, keys in the bowl on the table by the door, shoes off, and you stalk towards the bathroom. It was a hot day, you needed a shower, desperate to wash away the grime and sweat of the day. You go into the bathroom, light clicks on, shower turned on, letting the water sit on the cooler side, you want to be clean but not overheat more than you already were. Clothes are stripped in short order and left in a heap at your feet, you click on the radio you keep in the bathroom, let the music of your favourite station fill the small space, turning it up so you can hear it over the sound of the water once you got into the shower. You get in, a slight shiver as the water runs over you, “Fuck-”

A small curse, it feels good, but it is a tad too cold, you adjust the tap and then your body sags in relief, a sigh as you lean further into it, letting the spray get your hair wet. You take your time cleaning yourself up, feeling much better by the time the water is shut off, and you are drying yourself. You dry your hair while in your robe and soon enough you are getting your currently open bottle of wine from the fridge, you pour a glass and then are on the couch, relaxing, not wanting to get up to make dinner quite yet.

In your very relaxed state, you unintentionally end up dozing off.

Before you fell asleep you had been thinking about them, dreaming about them was only natural and what you had dreamt of was the last time you went over to their place.

Flashes of memories slip over your unconscious mind all about the terrifying tour you experienced. You recall being shown around the almost hoarder level house filled with broken machinery, almost falling apart in places, cracked and filthy baseboards, busted up windows, parts of bodies that were in such a state of decay you weren’t sure what parts they used to even be.

Eventually you are seated at the table, the food they presented was, visually interesting to say the very least, but you are a good guest, and you don’t want to be rude.

You don’t even know what the food is that they put in front of you, and you don’t ask.

Typically, in dreams you can’t taste food, but you can taste it here, clear as day, you can never forget how it tasted, thick fat, well seasoned and salted, butter soft, the knife slides through it easily, it tastes and acts like pork and so you tell yourself that is exactly what it is. Even though the longer you’ve spent with them and the more you get to know them, the less and less sure you are on that.

The meal isn’t where it ended, there was some more terrorising, and it was intense, a lot, and the most inexplicable thing? Is that you were allowed to leave after that night. The sun rose, and you ended up walking out of there, shoes in your hand, a bit dirty and worse for wear, exhausted and also unexplainably wet.

Loud ringing from the phone is what makes you start awake, it takes you a moment, looking around a bit confused trying to get your bearings, you’d fallen asleep on the couch, still wrapped in your blanket. You struggle to get out of the tangled, fuzzy covering and miss the phone by one ring. You sigh and think, “Oh well.”

You curse yourself figuring it was Darla, you never miss her calls, you could call her back, but you had a feeling that it might not go over well. You leave it be.

After pouring yourself another drink and changing your robe for some clothing, a cropped tank and some shorts, you start on making yourself some dinner, nothing crazy or elaborate, a go-to lazy meal, but you were home alone, who were you trying to impress?

A half hour later, right around when you were plating up, there was a knock at the door.

Curious.

You of course go to the door and open it and are totally startled to see Vilmer and Darla standing there.

Vilmer spoke up first, “You avoiding us?”

You knew it was them calling now for sure, your words almost stumbling over your tongue in your haste to reply, “Oh! No, I just…I missed your call, M’ sorry-”

“S’ fine.” He responds but the look is still harsher than you’d like in his eyes, you aren’t sure what to say.

Silence.

He breaks it by asking, “You gonna invite us in?”

Jesus, where is your head at. You grip the doorknob and open the door wider, stepping aside and gesturing with your other hand, “Course, please come in.”

They come in, Darla is wearing a different outfit than she was earlier, a dress, tight, clingy, different heels, sparse but chunky jewellery, she looks stunning and well put together. You feel a little underdressed in your comfy lounge wear compared to her, next to Vilmer? Not so much, he was still dressed from work.

Vilmer strides in first, Darla behind him, your eyes follow him as he strolls in like he owns the place, looking around, you don’t take your gaze from him as you close the door, but then Darla’s hand brushes your forearm. “Hey sweetheart, love the shorts.”

You could feel yourself flush just a little, a small shrug as you say, “Don’t look half as good as you.”

But who does? You thought to yourself as your eyes flick over her quickly, trying not to linger or leer.

You hear a scoff and your head snaps in the direction, Vilmer has made his way into your kitchen, you tear away, Darla laughs and follows, the click of her smart stilettos sound on the hardwood behind you as she trails along. You find Vilmer looking at your pot you had on the stove, a strong calloused hand has the pot handle in his grip, he is moving it around with a look that could be read as mild confusion and disgust.

“Can I help you?” It slips out more playful than harsh, you fight to make sure that is the case, your hands rest on your hips, and he looks over at you, asking with raised brows, “This the kinda shit you eat when we don’t have you over?”

You don’t have time to defend yourself because Darla does, she is behind you in the doorway, her hands on your shoulders as she says, “Oh fuckssake, lay off her Vilmer-”

“Darla you ain’t even seen this shit-” He argued, face creasing slightly in a mix of anger and annoyance, shaking the pot, and she bit back, “I don’t have to, s’not like you’re any kinda cook worth writin’ home about!”

“Why you gotta act like such a bitch in front of other people?!” He fires at her, and she sounds like she is sneering, “Stop acting like a bitch first, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“You act like this an’ I gotta step up in response! It makes me out to be some kinda asshole-”

You aren’t paying much attention because in their spat, he dropped the pot onto one of the now off burner, he has come forward, pinning you between Vilmer and Darla, both significantly taller than you, fighting over your head. You feel the differences between them. The strong wall of his chest and the smell of him from working all day, thick and masculine, a mix of sweat and musk and oil, and her, behind you, sharp nails in your shoulder, soft curves, the ends of her hair tickling your bare upper arms, and she smells floral, a little sweet, but not cloying.

You start to squirm, you are feeling flustered being so close to the pair while they are getting so heated. Do they fight like this all the time? The thought enters your mind, of them fighting, and it's escalating, turning to ripping off clothes and a struggle for dominance, one of them pinning and then riding the other into oblivion-

Wait.

It’s quiet. Too quiet, the fighting has stopped.

You look up from his face to hers, and they are both staring you down. Her hands wander before his, a slow meander, an offering, testing the waters. The sharp edges of her nails trace down your bare arms, goosebumps spring up in response, you shiver slightly and the more neutral and curious expression she had morphs into a smile. It is that same smile that makes you melt, warm, showing off her teeth. Her hands continue moving, fingers over the bare portion of your stomach, close to the hem of your cropped tank and Vilmer steps in, or rather, forward.

His mechanically altered leg is between yours and your eyes go wide, dropping to look at the new point of contact he was creating, the light brush of well-worn frayed cottony canvas of his coveralls on your sensitive inner thighs sends small sparks through you that make your fingers twitch. Darla’s hands hadn’t stopped, she was cupping your chest, and you leaned into her touch just as Vilmer adjusted, pressing his knee up to your clothed cunt, your bottom lip caught in your teeth. He rocks his knee forward once, and you let out a small moan, and he finally comments, “Oh, she’s cute.”

“Isn’t she?” Darla muses, and Vilmer hums, he moves his leg again, more pressure, and he says, “And passive too, she’s just lettin’ us do this-”

“She obviously likes it.” Darla whispers, you shiver and Vilmer piped up, “Betcha she’d let us do whatever we want-” He turns his attention from looking at Darla over your shoulder, to your face, “-wouldn’t ya?”

He doesn’t wait for a response however, choosing to hook calloused fingers in one of the straps of your tank top, he uses it to move you, drag you away, almost like it’s a leash, tugging you towards the table in the small breakfast nook, tucked between the kitchen and living room. Darla allowed him to do this, watching amused as he shoves you onto the hardwood surface, the napkin holder jostles, the salt and pepper shakers knock over, and he touches you again. A rough hand cups you, fondling through the thin material of your top, he all but groans, “God, she’s soft.”

“I know.” Darla sighs, “S’ hard not to touch her at work all the time. She’s just begging for it.” She had come over to join him, her fingers brushing your outer thigh before gripping harder, fingers digging into plush skin. Your nipples are responding to his rough treatment, the pinching and twisting and pawing, your legs spread on instinct as she plays, and you look up at them, you want more, want to ask, but the words are hard to find. Part of you wants to see what they will decide to do with you on their own, so you hold your tongue.

The pair of them don’t stop playing, they do start kissing. A possessive messy thing as she toys near the top of your shorts and his fingers suggest the idea of finally getting some real skin on skin contact going. His tongue goes into her mouth first and her hand is cupping you between your thighs, your hips stir, push into her, needy, and he pushes up your shirt, he breaks the kiss with a lustful sound that makes you tense, “Fuck, look at that.”

You are sure the view of you is a good one. Your short little shorts hugging you just so, tits on display, hair spilling over the table, face flushed and eyes practically pleading to be touched.

“You are killing me.” Your hands were up near your head, he pressed his hips forward, clothed erection now up against the side of your fingers, letting you feel what you had done to him.

You are killing him? You feel like you’re the one dying, your panties feel plastered to you from how wet you are, your neglected clit throbbing for some serious attention, as if sensing that Darla’s fingers find their way into your shorts, trace up over the soaked defined slit and press. The timing is just so, the increased pressure exactly over your clit makes you want to melt into the table-top below, the moan that rips from your throat makes him pulse so hard you feel it through the layers of fabric.

“Okay, I can’t take much more a this teasin’ shit.” His hands come up, and he opens his coveralls in one smooth motion, your eyebrows raise at the exposed skin, fuck he was toned, eyes move down his chest and stomach but as you follow those lines over his hip bones, that defined V, your breath catches, he isn’t wearing anything else under it. Where you’d expect to see the band of whatever underwear he’d prefer, you see the beginnings of dark honey toned rough hair. His hand slips in and a firm grip on his base, and he pulls himself free, hard cock very close to your face, you can see the pre-cum glistening at the tip and the ridges of veins running along his shaft.

“She needs to lose these damn shorts next.” Darla wastes no time, fingers hook, and she says, “C’mon, help me out.” You rush to arch your hips, and she pulls your shorts and panties off with little effort, discarding them.

This is all happening so quickly, but somehow still not fast enough, or that is the brief thought that you had before you felt Darla’s mouth on you. Fingers seemed like the natural progression, her touching you softly and easily, instead you felt the warmth of her breath and the slight dampness of her saliva on your inner thigh. You look down and see her between your thighs, lips dragging up, lipstick imprints on your pale skin, you squirm, heat flaring much brighter inside of you.

Vilmer, ever impatient, takes your hand and brings it to him, wraps your fingers around his shaft as he asks, “You can multi-task, can’t you sugar?”

A quick glance up to him, and you say, “Ye-yeah of course I can-” Darla picks that moment, while you are distracted to make her move, leaning up and in closer, her lips pressing to your soaked core, and you jerk with a moan, “Fuck!”

Vilmer snaps his fingers, causing you to jump as he says firmly, “Focus.”

“Right! Sorry.” You start to move your hand, starting to jerk him off, rhythm is a little clumsy because Darla is starting in on you properly, her tongue is running from your leaking hole, up, and up and when she passes over your clit you let out this shuddering moan, eyelids becoming heavy, vision unfocused. You have to keep your hand moving, you do all you can do to keep the motion going, but Darla isn’t making it easy.

She moans against you from the taste, eyes falling closed as she slides her tongue back and forth over the most sensitive part of you, she is doing some slow circles but as you respond, shift and moan, it’s like it becomes harder to keep composure. She gets messier with it, sloppy, so into it, you can feel her breathing harder, hot puffs of air against your lower stomach from her nose as she buries herself deeper, gets closer.

Your hand tightens, grips harder and Vilmer responds positively from the change, “God yeah, you don’t gotta be gentle.”

That helps, you grip harder, the rougher touch and more friction seemingly makes up for your lack of finesse at the moment. You are moaning from the pleasure rolling through your body, trying to hold on, you need more of a distraction honestly, so you make a move of your own. You lean forward and put your own mouth to work, tongue flicking over the tip of his dick, he stiffens, moans louder, “Fuck yesss-” His hand finds your hair, twists and tugs, “Keep goin’, jus like that dolly.”

It encourages you, lets the pleasure go a bit more on the back burner, you swirl your tongue over the head of his dick and get sloppy, similarly to how Darla was. You kiss messily, lick and suck, let drool slip out and use it, your hand is working his shaft, keeping your mouth busy with the head of his cock. You moan against him as she is practically eating you alive, drinking straight from your cunt and seemingly loving every drop.

“You both look incredible.” Vilmer breathes, and you want to preen from the praise, the pleasure stops short, Darla is getting up, standing, she leans over, a manicured hand on Vilmer’s shoulder, and she pulls him close. She kisses him, shares the taste of you with him, and you keep going, eyes on them making out as you continue giving him a spit slick hand job that was just getting wetter from the amount of drool coming from your over excited mouth.

He is the one who pulls back, hand leaving your hair, “Get back, I gotta fuck her.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, Darla gives an indulgent smile and steps aside, your hand falls away, and he gets into position, between your spread legs, one hand rests on your knee and the other grips the base of his shaft. You are nearly trembling with want, beyond ready for this, you feel him press up against your hole, there isn’t any easing into it, as soon as he is lined up he is pushing in, rough and hard, making you take him, and it causes your back to arch with a moan. The stretch burns but in a way that feels more good than bad, sensation that makes it harder to breathe, you want more all the same. He doesn’t stop until his hips are flush against you, and he is buried totally inside, he pulls out about halfway before thrusting back in, and you gasp out, “Vil-Vilmerrr-”

“You ain’t leaving me outta this.” You glance over to see Darla hiking up her dress and holy fuck she isn’t wearing anything under it, you see how wet her thighs are just from eating you out and watching what you did to Vilmer and your eyes go wide. She joins you on the table, one leg swings over, she is on her knees over your face and your hands reach up to rest on her hips, you tug her down, mouth watering once again, desperate for a taste.

She sits on your face and once she is settled, and you have traced through her folds just once, Vilmer’s patience has officially run out, he thinks you’ve gotten adjusted plenty and starts to find his rhythm fucking you. It’s a hot and pleasure filled blur, the taste of Darla is heady, makes your head swim, you can hear her moaning your name above, you are glad you are holding onto her because the way Vilmer is fucking you is causing your entire body to rock with the movement, the table is shifting, you don’t give a shit if it breaks from under you.

“Christ, she’s tight, s’ a fuckin’ fight to keep in her.” Vilmer is really able to give it to you, can hear the mechanical movements of his leg, the extra strength and leverage it provides, putting in a lot of the work. His hands grip your waist, and he grits out, “An’ how much she’s squirming ain’t helping neither.”

Darla reaches back, fingers fist in your hair, and she tugs, “Try to keep a bit more still sweetheart and don’ stop what you are doing with your tongue right now, holy shit-” She gasps and grinds her hips down, and you try to listen to them both, but fuck it is hard as Hell.

They are both using your body for their respective pleasure, and you don’t think there is a single place you’d rather be. You are just getting to a point you think you have a handle on it when you feel it, Vilmer’s hands lift, you guess you stopped squirming enough, one of his hands is under your knee and the other one is between your legs and his thumb presses to your clit. You moan into the wetness covering your mouth, eyes rolling back as your legs jerk, “Hold on.”

He picks up the pace, fucks you much harder, thumb rubbing up and down over your clit and the edge creeps up, builds much faster than you are prepared for, your mouth slows, but Darla takes over, helps out. Her hands are on your chest, and she is grinding her cunt on your mouth, you can hear her moans getting louder, you think she is close, sounds like she is going to cum before you can. You refocus, your impending orgasm backs off just a bit as you put all your energy into redoubling your efforts with your mouth, it works, you hear her all but yell, a crying call of how good it feels, a plea to keep going, and it encourages you, finally, you are rewarded after another minute, she cums against your lips and chin, her head pitching forward and her body shuddering with your name on her tongue.

Your mouth slows and your body starts to play catch up, it’s going to happen and there is nothing you can do to stop it, feeling almost light-headed, Darla’s orgasm has subsided, she slides off of your face. You take a deep gulping breath of air and on the exhalation it happens, you tip over the edge and cum. Vilmer forces himself deep inside, as if worried you’d force him out during your own orgasm, he grinds more into you rather than thrusting in and out, his thumb keeps stroking over your clit, working you through it. Your mouth is a mess, soaked with Darla, as you are nearly sobbing a strange mixture of their names so loudly you are thankful your neighbours live so far and won’t hear you.

Finally, the pleasure stops and pain and more overstimulation starts to set in, you try to knock Vilmer’s hand away and beg for a breather, “No way, M’ not far off, not stopping till I fill you up.”

Darla was on her knees by your head, she brushes some hair off your sweat slick forehead, “Yeah, don’t you want that?”

You did, dear God you did, you nod, an incoherent moan of the affirmative, Darla touches you softly, plays with you, gentle rolling of your nipples, light circles on your hypersensitive clit. “God she’s fuckin’ good, wild little thing, gonna have to do this again an’ again-”

His praise sinks into your bones, his pace is getting sloppy and uneven, you are mumbling out a weak and rambling chant, “Again an’ again, please, please, please-”

“We will don’t worry, many times as you want.” She assures, and he grits out, “Fuck, gonna cum.”

There’s no time to beg because he is, holding to the hilt he unloads in you, head hanging forward with a groan you feel the warmth spill into you. The shudder that runs up your spine isn’t something you can help.

Catching your breath and untangling takes a while.

But soon enough you find yourself on the couch with him. It had started innocently, you leaking cum, sitting next to him, his arm around your shoulders as he was praising you, talking about how good you felt wrapped around him, how much he liked the sounds you made, somehow it had transitioned to him toying with you again.

Darla is in the kitchen making something for you all to eat and here he is, having you perched on his mechanically enhanced leg, making you ride his thigh, because according to him, “Cummin’ just once is unacceptable baby, you gotta at least one more time, my ego jus’ won’t settle for less. You understand, yeah? C'mon now, don't keep me waitin’, I know you want to-”

The command is spoken into the hollow of your throat, the drag of his lips, the slight scrape of the very minimal stubble is doing everything for you, cumming again so soon should usually be impossible, but he is too good, plus there is some setting on his leg setup that has it vibrating against you, and you are finding yourself shaking through another peak just as Darla is bringing your food in.

“Awe he wringin’ nother one outta you? He’s being so generous tonight.” She coos, her heels are off now, she sits on the couch next to you, watching your tired body roll and work through your second orgasm of the evening. You slump against him, and he is stroking up your back, “Good fuckin’ girl, so loud too, I love it, could listen to you all night.”

Darla nudges you and takes your wrist, she pushes the plate into your hand, and you numbly take it, breathing out a weak, “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You sit up a bit more and look down to see the grilled cheese she’d made, you pick it up realising how ravenous you felt, Darla watches as you start to eat, and with her hand that isn’t holding her and Vilmer’s plate she reaches out and cups your ass, asking, “You gonna be a good host and let us spend the night?”

It would be rude to turn them away now, you supposed, and it seemed like the night was far from over.

#when i saw this i literally said out loud 'no fucking way'#vilmer slaughter x reader #losing my fucking mind #i feel like this was made just for me #theyre so hot #youre so brilliant bex i cannot even #brb jerking off real quick #this is insanely good #like i cant praise this enough #vilmer is like my number one i requested him sooo long ago #dream come true genuinely #jsbdvfbsjshfhbf #darla slaughter x reader #she so pertty #ilyilyily #slaughter squared #we do very much like slaughter squared #now throw johnny in the mix as well

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NOW YOU WILL BE MY GRIEF.

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Me: I watch House of Wax for the plot.

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Sacrilege

You could feel it even now. A tingling in your bones that told you he was watching you from across the chapel. You came back almost every day to prove to him you were devoted to your Lord of the Sun. Had he noticed? Was he proud of you?

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Bobby Dawn can tell you are truly devoted. He can tell that Sol is pleased with you. And feels the need to prove it.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 1,219. Ship: Bobby Dawn x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Church Sex, Religious Manipulation, Author Is Not Religious, Pining, Age Difference, Prayer, Groping, Grinding, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Begging, Come Eating

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It wasn’t for his attention, at least not completely. His rousing sermons did move you. Made you shiver. Enraptured as his voice echoed around the hallowed halls. Shaking the very souls of every being sitting in the chapel.

So safe to say, you did have reason for attending every single preaching. And of course, what good follower of Sol didn’t stay to prove their devotion after the sermon. Or visit alone to pray at the altar, giving your devotion to the great Lord of the Sun.

Of course, there was always the silent battle for his attention. You could feel the heat of his gaze burning your being every time you knelt in prayer. And of course you always wore your Sunday best to church each week, but maybe your skirts were just a little shorter for him. Dresses just a little tighter to try and gain his favour. It was silly, you knew it was. And you buried your girlish crush down as far as you could. Throwing yourself into your worship as if Sol’s grace could forgive your sins of lust.

You were dragged from your thoughts as a large, warm hand rested down on your shoulder. You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. An icy blue that made you quiver.

“Oh please… Don’t stop on my account. I can tell Sol is very pleased with you, Child… spendin’ so much of your time in prayer… he knows your a special one…”

You could feel your face flush. Quickly ducking your head back down in worship.

“Thank you, Sir…” You breathed out. “Praise Sol.”

His voice was much lower when he next spoke. A soft grumble that barely teased your ears. “Praise Sol indeed…”

You forced yourself to not outwardly tense as another hand was placed on your other shoulder. Holding you in place. Not that you would have moved. Your devotion to the High Priest himself far too strong to sway.

Movement sounded as Bobby knelt, right behind you. His hands sliding down your arms to grip above your elbows gently. A quiet hum coming from the older man as you leaned into his touch. He was warm. Though instead of the raging flames of power and conviction that he beheld during his sermons, this was softer. The gentle caress of late afternoon sun. Flushing against your skin as if you had never felt true warmth. You could tell just from the light hold alone he was strong. Pulling you against him so your back was pressed against his chest.

You could feel the slow rise of his breathing as his hands continued to slide down your arms. One hand stopping at your wrist while the over held your clasped hands together. It was a struggle to keep your breathing under control. The rapid beat of your heart was surely audible by Bobby. He was so close, there was no way he could miss it. His breath tickled your ear the next time he spoke.

“Bask in his light…” His hands continued to roam your upper body. Slow and methodical as he gripped your chin and palmed over your bosom. “Feel his burning wrath…”

A breath caught in your throat as he squeezed your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. And pressing back further you could feel a bulge starting to form against your lower back. But you didn’t have much time to think about it as his hand drifted lower once again. Brushing along the hem of your skirt before lifting it up your thighs. Every graze against your skin made you quiver. But you obediently kept your head dipped in prayer. Hands pressed together tight enough that your knuckles were white.

“Allow him to cleanse you of your sins…” He spoke, lips pressed against the hot skin of your neck. It felt like you were burning up. “Sol has gifted you this pleasure…”

Despite all your best efforts to stay still and at least somewhat pious, the second his heavenly fingers brush over your clit you shuddered. Rocking your clothed cunt against his hand. Pent up from months of pining for the holy man. A low chuckle sounded by your ear. You wished you could see him. To see if he was just as dishevelled as you were. But you didn’t dare turn to look. Staying in your position even as you trembled.

“Call his name… show your devotion, child…”

He tugged your panties to the side. Not even bothered to remove them. He teased you for only a moment before a finger slid inside. Very quickly followed by a second. You did need to adjust to the stretch but it didn’t particularly hurt. And you didn’t hesitate to start grinding down on the digits. Chasing your pleasure like the good lord intended for you.

His palm ground against your clit and you whined weakly.

“Sol… oh lord…”

You leaned further back against him for support, very glad you were already kneeling so you wouldn’t collapse on yourself. His free hand moved from your chin to wrap securely around your waist. Holding you close as his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you. You arched and cried out happily. The sounds of your helpless lust echoing around the sacred building.

It truly did not take long for you to feel like your peak was arching closer. The pleasure bubbled over and you could no longer contain yourself. Tilting your head back against his shoulder and riding out the blissful high. Prayer long forgotten. One hand clasped around the wrist working you through your orgasm. Keeping him there until you could barely stand it. While the other reached back to tug on his hair. He grunted, but didn’t seem to mind.

You knew he was strong. But you had slightly underestimated it. You could not push him away. And the mind breaking pleasure continued to ramp up. You squirmed in his grip. Tears welling in your eyes before falling down your cheeks as a second, far more intense orgasm hit you like a brick wall. Practically limp in his arms as it wracked through your body. Voice breathless and strained from moaning so loud as you begged.

“Bobby… too much. Please.”

He tortured you for a few incredible moments longer before letting you go. You almost slumped to the floor, but he continued to hold you up. You felt him remove his hand from between your legs and your eyes flew back open when you felt his slick fingers pressed against your parted lips. Instinctively your tongue darted out. The taste of your own pleasure filling your mouth. Diligently you licked him clean. Silently praising Sol for guiding the Pastor’s will. Blessed you truly were.

“I’ll be looking forward to seeing you again at Communion next week, child.” He muttered as he stood, gently placing his hand to the back of your head, tilting your head back to meet his icy gaze once more.

“Sol has made a favourite of you.”

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high #bobby dawn #bobby dawn x reader #bobby dawn x you #TKB Fics

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