get used to seeing me in yours asks bc 😭 if your mind was a chalice i would sLURP THAT SHIT UP (ahem. excuse me.) 😭😭
may i continue on the cult!carlos by putting forth a scene that's been playing in my mind. 😭 i feel like it would take reader a minute, you know?? if she's... aware of what's being done to her, she would never willingly succumb!! she's stronger than that!! (WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG SHE IS NOT STRONGER THAN THAT.) but also... she can't help but feel dirty, in a way. like she's tainted, or marked, or stained. scorned by her god. but carlos is always there to tell her "no, no, amor, you're not dirty. god chose you for me, yes?" as if he's trying to convince her that all the times she let him fuck her sideways (after she begged for it) was some sort of holy ritual, a sacred step towards salvation.
and as for charles, i have this haunting vision that he never forgot about lamb. he'd rip out his heart if she asked. she's the only holy thing left in him. it's his tortured triad of obsession with her, guilt for what he's done, and his own desire for love. that's why i think charles would try to save her. bring her home, where he can protect her. he can act all saintly, but a part of him knows he’s not trying to rescue her from so-called sin—he’s trying to rescue her from someone who didn’t need to force her to worship. so it tracks that charles would find his way to carlos, just in time to see his little lamb on all fours with her rosary clamped between her lips, carlos' cum dripping onto the ground from between her legs and his handprints littering her bruised skin. and carlos doesn't flinch when he sees charles standing frozen by the door; he waves the younger man over, leans down to purr something like "look who decided to join us, amor," into your ear. and charles shakes his head, pleads for carlos to "stop this, it's not right, let her go—" as voice cracks with something like grief. (he's still trying to prove to her that he's the good guy. that he'd take care of her). and carlos would probably laugh, pull lamb to her feet by her hair, nod towards charles with a shit-eating grin: "does she look like she wants me to stop?"
(carlos would probably let charles help with her.... conversion. he'd let her crawl back into charles' awaiting arms when he's done with her, watching condescendingly as she sobs into his robes from the altar, cock rock-hard under his own. he'd murmur something like: "next time, she won't cry when you spank her," under his breath, just to watch charles' cheeks go slightly pink.)
charles likes to pretend he's there to protect her. forcing her to choose the better of two evils, really. because if she's going to hell, he's most certainly going with her. 😭
GRACIE!! OH MY GOD I INVITE YOU TO MY CAMPING TRIP, AND THEN YOU SET A WHOLE DAMN BON FIRE WHAT THE HELL 😭😭😭
IM VIOLENTLY MAKING OUT WITH YOU NOW WTH THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING
