༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ when you wonder, think close, not far. think of me as a sanctuary, a symbol — perhaps a spiritual guide? a source of healing, lending you my energy and spirit for happiness. quell any negativity and awaken your spirituality!
i’m being so honest, i think the church boy armin wip i have in my drafts might see the light of day, i just read it and am amazed at how beautiful it is and I need to finish it
i am convinced sports were invented for homophobic men who wanted to find a loophole to be gay without being gay. wym you wrestle half naked? wym you bend over during pool? wym you pounce each other on field during soccer and volleyball? don't even get me started on the sexual tension and edging while playing chess. yeah. homosexual asf
the pink lights lit up your room. you pretty legs were spread for yourself, the lovely visual of what you wish was happening bright from your computer screen hues. you could practically still feel the porn star and his wife all over you. the video was going platinum on the porn website. you fingers moved slowly around your clit. you hips bucked up, wanting more, juices dripping from your needy hole down to your ass. your hands were tired, fingers crampy because what you wanted- nothing could compare. “mmm” your sexual moans we’re loud from your laptop speakers.
your low eyes watched as your cunt moved back and forth with mrs.fushiguro. your juices combining beneath you both on the square oka wood desk. the theme : teaches x student. her glasses laid on her nose, body propped up by her elbows. “fuckk” she muttered, slapping your pink clit watching you body jerk. “that’s my good girl” her voice was so sexy. smooth, commanding. her clit bumped against your own. you moans muffled; mouth stuffed with her husbands balls. “she’s lovin this” toji’s rough voice said. his hips bucked, cock fucking between your big beautiful breast that was wet with spit and cum from his lovey wife, due to her rubbing her pussy all over your tits. “aren’t you babydoll” instead of expecting a response he pushed his balls deeper into your mouth.
your cheeks puffed, spit seeping from the side of your sore lips. you graggled on your own spit, tounge swirling around the two big globes. “that’s righttt” throwing his head back, toji’s belt to his slackes rattled by his feet. his body leaned forward more, large hand wrapping around his wifes neck bringing her into a kiss. you could still feel the way your body reacted to hearing the sound of them swapping spit. the visial was so much better, you body bucked into your fingers, and went stiff watching pretty mrs.fushiguro suck on her husbands tounge as if it was his cock. what made it better was that you knew your taste still lingered on his tounge. right before the scene the man who you just couldn’t say no to put your chubby frame on his shoulders and ate your pussy so good.
“goddd” your eyes closed, fingers still moving as you went into orgasm euphoria. your body was hot, wanting - no needing, another round with the couple. “p-please need youuu!” you spoke into abyss pussy squirting all over the furry pink pattern printed blanket. as you came, the couple watched you from their very secret camera. you were big on the tv of thier bed room, they cuddled together smiling for ear to ear at this needy dove who would definitely be all theirs soon. and not just for the cameras.
I'm sorry, the charlie kirk situation just keeps getting funnier.
- gun nut insists 6 year olds getting shot in elementary school are a necessary sacrifice so that we can all have the 2nd amendment *gets shot at a school
- gun nut literally advocated for public executions to make kids stronger *gets shot in public in front of a bunch of students
- gun nut was an open racist, who constantly tried to incite race wars *got shot by a white guy in the whitest state in america
- gun nut insists empathy is fake *no empathy for him online, except from the same people who gleefully mock the deaths of trans people and Democrat politicians and anyone they don't like on a daily basis
- GUN. NUT. *gets shot and killed instantly by a gun.
quick reminder that you're actually not obliged to feel any empathy for someone who would have described your death as 'necessary' if the exact same thing had happened to you
and it has nothing to do with political differences and everything to do with him being a terrible fucking human who actively engaged in immoral rhetoric. this the same mf who said we need the second amendment alongside other god given rights??? i’m sorry a gun is a god given right?? children need to die for this god given right??? on top of him being every existing phobic and ism known to fucking man, he had that shit coming
ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.
summary: the neighborhood priest also happens to be the neighborhood pervert, but solely for you
contents & warnings: chubby reader, eren is a fucking pervert, kinda stalker themes (?)), suggestive content, male masturbation, mentions of corruption
notes: this is the prologue (for better lack of terms) to a full fic
priest!eren who creeps on you while you're gardening early in the morning. 5:30 am — sharp. your tits are out your ass is out and he can see your pussy print from your shorts. you would think he’s a fucking vampire the way he keeps his house dark. the yellow light from his bathroom floods his room, and a butterscotch candle that you gifted him, sits atop his dresser. the fire from the candle flickers against the muscles of his back, and it makes him hot. but it’s not the only thing that’s got him steaming.as he fiddles with his vest in his hands, his back is bare and he’s focusing on you gardening; pulling weeds, and digging the soil as you transfer pansies and lilies to the plot. way too focused, like he’s giving service.
priest!eren who sits on his recliner right by his window so he doesn’t have to stand up to creep on you. it’s tiring trying to get a view of you from every angle. he focuses his eyes when you stand up and bend over to pat the rest of the soil around the plants. your ass jiggles, the fat of it spills from the bottom of those nonexistent shorts you have on. “baby phat” spreads across the back of the shorts, and the bedazzled letters sparkle from the rising sun. if he squints real hard he can see the sweat leading down your back. he can see simple sweat lines going down the curve of your pussy, and down to the wet patch of your crotch. he mumbles a quiet “fuck” cause he’s staring so hard, and his dicks talking to him.
priest!eren who sits on his recliner right by his window so he doesn’t have to stand up to creep on you. it’s tiring trying to get a view of you from every angle. he focuses his eyes when you stand up and bend over to pat the rest of the soil around the plants. your ass jiggles, the fat of it spills from the bottom of those nonexistent shorts you have on. “baby phat” spreads across the back of the shorts, and the bedazzled letters sparkle from the rising sun. if he squints real hard he can see the sweat leading down your back. he can see simple sweat lines going down the curve of your pussy, and down to the wet patch of your crotch. he mumbles a quiet “fuck” cause he’s staring so hard, and his dicks talking to him.
priest!eren who smiles to himself when you get on your knees and bend down once more to pull the last few remaining weeds. what a crooked fuck. you look really nice in that position. at this point of his creepinp, he’s hard as fuck. it’s not right for him to be preying on his neighbor like this, but he can’t resist. he wants to fuck you with those shorts, pull the fabric all the way up till the thin liner disappears between your fat pussy lips. you’ve been fucking with him. you either know it or you don’t. you’re either aware of how you make him sweat under his clothes. or you just really don’t think you’re able to arouse him like that. he’s a priest for god’s sake you didn’t think he’d be into the silly flings and quick fucks.
priest!eren who sighs heavily. he can’t think of anything that will make his boner go away. fucking nothing. he palms himself. regretting his actions — not really though. no other women got his dick dripping and staining his underwear. he’s cursing himself in his room. upset that you make his dick so wet, if anything he despises you for it. why were you so promiscuous? why do you make sinning feel so good and why does he want to corrupt a sweet little minx like you so fucking bad. you make everything look so fucking sexy. the way you walk, the way you talk. how you flaunt yourself. how you’re so sweet to the priest across the street, cause you think he’s the finest man you ever laid eyes on. the feelings are somewhat mutual. he thinks you’d have the sweetest pussy to abuse. l
priest!eren who pulls his pants down and curses even more. his dick blushes, a deep red. it’s big and slaps his stomach when he pulls his underwear down. a loud ‘thwack’. his dick is hot to the touch and the pre cum that trickles out of his tip is hotter. he’s cursing you and your name. bucking his hips up into his hand, stroking his dick how he thinks you would when you wrap your hand around him. he cums real hard when he’s done. such a young man like himself has so much pent-up stress and sexual frustrations that he cums so much. a creamy release so unwanted. now he has to clean himself, and his hand that’s covered in so much cum. he’s fuming as he gets dressed. a fine young man with so much pent-up frustrations. he just wants you to help him, and become his.
priest!eren who rolls out of his garage in his matte black mercedes cla coupe. he rolls down the window as he pulls out in front of your house, and clears his throat. “you coming to church today?” his words make you jump and everything on your body jiggles when you turn around. “good morning to you too.” you roll your eyes and pull your gloves off as you approach his car. he’s in his usual clothing. black slacks a black turtle neck. a cross necklace sits around his neck, he has rings on almost all his fingers and his tattoo creeps up from his neck and curls back behind his ear. he’s more of the progressive type.
“you know i’m not into church.” you say for the umpteenth time. he always asks; he doesn’t leave his residence without doing so. he thinks you need it. you need to learn how to be more modest, cover yourself up so that horny eyes like his own can’t get a look at what will soon be his. it takes a creep to know that there are more unwelcoming eyes that fall upon you. “maybe you should think about it.” he looks you up and down one more time. cursing — again.
your thighs swallow up those fucking shorts. you ass looks so fucking good. he can see it from the front. he’s thinking about it. thinking about many things while he thinks about those hips getting abused in a vice grip. taking you from the back, “you should really think about it.” his eyes are low. fucking animalistic. you don’t even know what this priest thinks of you. you don’t even know that he dirtied his favorite pair of black slacks because of you.
his eyes almost pop out of his head as your tits spill over the top of his window. “they’re up here.” you point to your eyes and lower your head so he can see you. big beads of sweat roll down your forehead and every crevice of your body he can see. “if you wake up to garden, you can come to church.”
“it sounds like you're in my business.” you suck your teeth and place your hands on your waist. “maybe you need me to be.” he smirks and rolls his window back up as he waves his hand. “you should think about coming one day, they’d love you.” they as in him and his relentless fucking dick. he’s thinking with his dick. driving off the exhaust low and pleasing to the ear. “what a fucking priest.” you sigh and you heart flutters. you like him. his attitude. makes you swoon, real hard.
