#reverend drew

[a7estrellas]

CHRIS EVANS Honey Don't (2025) | dir. Ethan Coen

[archivecevans]

CHRIS EVANS as Reverend Drew in Honey Don’t 😮‍💨

[riricitaa]

love me some parallels

[stargazingfangirl18]

The CE!babes and their go to move to wordlessly express they’re horny for you 🤭

Andy: Caresses your hair while giving you ✨the eyes✨

Ari: Shamelessly eye fucks you until you’re squirming

Cole: Tries to mount you no matter what you’re in the middle of doing

Colin: Tosses you his favored dish towel, which was the only thing he was “wearing”

Curtis: Gently squeezes the nape of your neck while pressing a kiss to your shoulder

Drew: Suddenly appears naked before you, waiting for you to worship at his altar

Frank: Presses flush against you, making your space his space as he noses along the side of your neck

Freezy: Kills your archnemesis and leaves their head on your doorstep

Jake: Makes grabby hands toward your boobs while giving you a hopeful smile

Johnny: Makes a fire!cock appear above his hand + eyebrow waggle

Lloyd: Grabs a handful of your ass and gives a lewd jiggle as he groans

Nick: Starts kissing along your neck and jaw, makes sure to tease along the shell of your ear for good measure

Pete: Grabs his crotch and gives it a shake, like he’s reminding you he has a dick that needs tending to

Ransom: Takes out his cock and starts stroking himself while giving you a shit eating grin

Steve: Touches your face, usually his knuckles caressing your cheek or his thumb pressing against your lower lip

[veltana]

Sleepover ask!

Which babe would you prefer for this scenario?

You’re an omega who is going into heat for the first time in years when you stumble across an alpha who is a complete stranger to you, but his scent has you all scrambled and begging him to ::ahem:: help you 🥴

oh wow Siri you really know how to get a hoe going 🤭😘

First, I'm gonna remove Reverend Drew. I haven't seen Honey Don't, so I can only base this on the few clips of him that I've seen. You're welcome to correct me if I get him wrong! But I feel like he'd be more focused on himself than on you and your needs during your heat?

Next, your favorite boy Ransom is going. But it's not because I don't like him! It's just because he's not giving me the vibe I'm craving right now for this.

So that leaves Curtis 🤭

You weren't sure what you were doing, honestly. It had been years since your last heat, and now you felt it coming on too fast, and you weren't in a safe place. You had neither nest nor alpha to help you through it.

But the omega inside you knew what to do, and you picked up a scent so delicious it made your mouth and cunt water. Stumbling through the door of a wood-working shop, you looked around in distress, trying to find the alpha your body was craving.

When you didn't see him anywhere, you let out a distressed chirp. Through a back door came an answering growl, and seconds later, a huge man opened it. You'd never seen him before, new to the little village as you were, but he was everything you ever dreamed of in an alpha. Now that he was closer, and you were in his space, his scent surrounded you in a way that made slick gush from between your legs.

"Please, help me!" you begged him, and steadied yourself on the workbench beside you as a wave of painful desire washed over you.

Not answering, he simply walked past you to lock the door and turn the sign from open to closed. You watched him with big eyes, wondering what he was going to do next. He walked back to you, pinning you against the workbench, and bent down to inhale your scent right at your neck. There was no mistaking the hard ridge of his cock pressing against you.

"Fucking sweetest thing I've ever smelled, omega. I know just the place for you to have your nest while I take care of you."

Your body caved to him, and you let him lift you and take you into the back of the shop, clinging to him and rubbing against him to get coated in his perfume. Up a flight of stairs was the apartment he lived in, and the bed was perfectly huge. Together, he helped you make a nest from his clothes and blankets, before stripping first your clothes and then his own.

He sank into you like he'd done it before, like he belonged there, and finally, your heat started to become more pleasure than pain.

[mickimoo1409]

Stalkers Anonymous - Drew Devlin

Pairing - Dark!Reverend Drew Devlin x Reader

Summary - Drew is determined to help you find divinity.

Warnings - Noncon sex, stalking, religious aspects. 18+ Only! My warnings are not extensive so enter at your own risk!

Word Count - 629

Stalkers Anonymous Masterlist

Hello, this is stalkers anonymous. A bespoke service dedicated to listening to our clients without judgement, offering an outlet to vent, tools or advice. My name is Samantha, how can I help you this evening?

Hello, this is Reverend Drew Devlin, I would like to confess my sins.

Ahh yes hello Reverend. Remember we have spoken about such negative language before. These are not sins, simply urges that you are allowed and encouraged to express.

Yes, you're right. Sorry, habit.

It's no problem sir, why don't you tell me what's going on with you?

Oh with pleasure.

I had seen you around town, always wearing skimpy little dresses. You looked lost, like a little lamb on search of her shepherd. Luckily for you I can be just that man.

It took a few weeks of me leaving flyers and business cards for the church near your home and work place, but you finally came.

You looked around nervously, not realizing that you'd already been chosen. You, my love, have been granted the finest honor. Through me you will reach divinity, through me you'll see God.

Only, you never came back. That made me mad, once people walk through those doors they generally don't leave, but you did. Why? Did my sermon not call to you? Do you not realize how lucky you are to be chosen?

I tracked you down and asked you why we hadn't seen you again and your reply...that it wasn't for you? I've never heard such horse shit in my life.

It's okay though, I convinced you to give it one more chance. Only when you turned up for service, I led you through to my living quarters, pinned you down and tied you to the bed and left you there to go preach.

When I came back you'd stopped crying but it wasn't long before those tears came back. Once you realised that I was going to help you find your way. Find your way to righteousness.

With your legs and arms splayed it was so easy to slip my cock inside your tight little pussy. It felt so good, better than anything I've ever felt. I realised right then that you would help me reach divinity too. Together we would be unstoppable.

Every thrust of my hips drove us both closer and closer to enternal bliss. The feel of your soft walls clutching me while you wept was like getting a hand job from the Lord himself.

You were too overwhelmed to cum, but that's okay, we have plenty of time. I made sure to fill you with my holy seed before releasing you and letting you walk away.

You'd be back. I'd make sure you would be. Because without me you will suffer eternal damnation. Without me you're nothing.

So you finally took the next steps, that's great!

Yes it is and yes it was.

Did you remember to cement those doubts in case she tells anyone?

Of course, I reminded her that I'm a Reverend. Why would I, a man of God, ever hurt someone?

That's just perfect sir. Just as we discussed.

I also told her that with my church preaching passion and submission, no one would believe she didn't want it.

Even better. You're doing really well Reverend and I have to admit your teachings do sound interesting.

Well you're welcome to come down to visit my congregation in Bakersfield. I think you'll find it enlightening.

Thank you Sir, I may take you up on that. Is there anything else I can help you with today?

No, no, I'm all good. I haven't seen my angel in a few days so I'm gonna go see what she's up too.

Good plan sir. Have a great evening and happy stalking.

[georgiapeach30513]

The summer belongs to Chris Evans

[bittersuitee]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐅𝐂

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃: 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Reverend Drew Devlin, the manipulative cult leader from *Honey Don’t*, lures Emma into his secluded house under the guise of salvation after a fiery sermon condemning lust. What begins as a plea for guidance turns into a depraved, hardcore encounter where Drew unleashes his sadistic fantasies. With his belt, spit, and relentless dominance, he breaks Emma down, claiming her body and soul in a night of raw, unapologetic sin. This one-shot dives deep into Drew’s twisted desires, blending power, degradation, and raw lust.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: This one-shot contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of rough penetrative sex, oral sex, spitting, belt-whipping leaving welts, and intense degradation with crude language like “slut” and “whore.” It features Drew’s sadistic dominance, including pinning, hair-pulling, slapping, and orgasm control, alongside a stark power imbalance and manipulative, non-consensual undertones due to his cult-leader status. The scene includes detailed descriptions of bodily fluids (saliva, cum, arousal), physical marks, and a dark, predatory tone. This is strictly 18+ content and may be disturbing for readers sensitive to extreme kink, abuse, or religious manipulation themes.

The sky was a bruised purple as the last rays of sunlight bled out over the Four-Way Temple’s sprawling compound. Reverend Drew Devlin stood at the pulpit, his tailored black suit hugging his muscular frame, his piercing blue eyes glinting with a predatory edge. The air inside the temple was thick with the cloying scent of incense, the pews packed with his congregation—mostly women, their faces upturned, drinking in his every word like it was gospel. Drew’s lips curled into a smug, charismatic grin as he gripped the microphone, his voice a velvet blade slicing through the reverent silence.

“Brothers and sisters,” he began, his tone rich with theatrical venom, “we’re drowning in a cesspool of sin! This world’s gone rotten, infected by the filth of lust that’s got our daughters, our sisters, our wives spreading their legs for the devil himself!” His words dripped with disgust, but his eyes betrayed a twisted thrill as the crowd murmured their fervent agreement.

He strutted across the stage, his polished shoes clicking sharply. “Look around you! Women parading their bodies like whores in a brothel, their cunts wet with desire, their souls screaming for salvation!” The vulgarity hung in the air, and the congregation gasped, some clutching their hymnals, others nodding as if his words were divine truth. Drew’s gaze lingered on a young woman in the front row, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in awe.

“They’re lost, my flock,” he continued, his voice dropping to a lascivious growl. “They’re out there, fucking their way to damnation, begging for a man to put them back in their place. And I’m that man!” His hands gripped the pulpit, veins bulging, as if he were restraining himself from leaping into the crowd.

“Carnality’s a disease,” he spat, his eyes gleaming with perverse delight. “I’ve seen these girls, barely women, throwing themselves at anything that moves, their tits out, their asses swaying, desperate for cock. They need a firm hand, a righteous hand, to beat the sin out of them!” The crowd erupted in “Amens,” their voices a frenzied wave, blind to the way his lips twitched with self-satisfied amusement.

Drew leaned forward, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve watched them, writhing in their beds, touching themselves, thinking they’re alone. But God sees, and so do I. I’ll drag them back to purity, one by one, till they’re on their knees, begging for my mercy!” The room vibrated with their cheers, and he soaked it in, his ego swelling.

As the sermon ended, Drew raised his arms, his suit jacket straining against his broad shoulders. “Go forth and fight the devil’s temptations! But if you fall, know I’m here, your shepherd, ready to rip that sin right out of you!” The congregation surged to their feet, clapping and shouting praises as he stepped back, basking in their blind devotion.

He lingered on the stage, his eyes scanning the crowd for any lingering glances, any flicker of vulnerability he could exploit. Satisfied, he adjusted his tie and sauntered down the steps, his strides arrogant, predatory. The temple doors swung open, and he stepped into the cool night air, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Fucking idiots,” he muttered under his breath, pulling a cigarette from his pocket as he crossed the lot to his sleek black Cadillac. “Swallowing every word like it’s cum.” He flicked his Zippo open, the flame illuminating his chiseled jaw as he lit the cigarette, exhaling a thick plume of smoke with a low chuckle. The congregation’s cheers still echoed faintly behind him, and he shook his head. “Bunch of brainless sheep.”

He was halfway to his car when a voice cut through the darkness, soft but desperate. “Reverend Devlin, sir!” it called, formal and trembling with reverence. Drew paused, cigarette dangling from his lips, and turned slowly. A young woman stood near the edge of the lot, her silhouette framed by the dim streetlamp. She was petite, her modest dress doing little to hide the curves that caught his eye instantly.

He took a long drag, his gaze raking over her like she was prey. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice thick with sleaze. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here, calling me ‘sir’ like you’re already on your knees?”

She stepped closer, her hands twisting nervously. “Reverend Devlin, sir, I need your guidance,” she said, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and adoration. “Your sermon... it spoke to me. I’m one of those lost souls you mentioned.”

Drew’s lips curled into a vile grin, his cigarette glowing as he inhaled deeply. “Is that right?” he said, flicking ash to the ground. “What’s your name, sweetheart? And don’t give me some church-girl bullshit. I want the truth.”

“Emma, sir,” she whispered, her eyes wide, almost pleading. “I’ve been struggling with... with the sins you talked about. The impure ones.”

He stepped closer, towering over her, his shadow swallowing her small frame. “Impure, huh?” he said, his voice a low, guttural purr. “You mean you’ve been touching that sweet little pussy of yours, thinking about things you shouldn’t?”

Emma gasped, her cheeks flaming, but she didn’t retreat. “Yes, sir,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I can’t stop. I need help.”

Drew chuckled, a dark, filthy sound that made her flinch. “Oh, you’re in deep, aren’t you, Emma? Bet you’re wet right now, just standing here, talking to me.” He took another drag, blowing smoke in her direction, watching her cough lightly. “Tell me, how bad is it? You been fucking yourself silly, imagining some guy bending you over?”

Her eyes darted away, but she nodded, her voice trembling. “Yes, sir. I... I don’t know how to stop.”

He leaned in, close enough that she could smell the smoke and bourbon on his breath. “Good girl, confessing like that,” he said, his hand brushing her arm, his touch lingering. “But words ain’t enough. You need real salvation. The kind only I can give.”

Emma swallowed hard, her body trembling under his gaze. “What do I do, sir?” she asked, her voice desperate.

Drew’s grin was pure sin. “You come with me,” he said, his hand sliding to her lower back, guiding her toward his car. “I’m gonna fuck the sin right out of you, darlin’. You’ll be screaming for Jesus by the time I’m done.”

She hesitated, her eyes wide with fear and something else—something that made his cock twitch in his pants. “I... I just thought you’d pray with me, sir,” she stammered.

“Pray?” he barked a laugh, opening the passenger door of his Cadillac. “Prayer’s for the weak, Emma. You need a man to show you what’s what. Get in.”

She froze for a moment, then nodded, sliding into the leather seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Drew slammed the door shut, circling to the driver’s side with a swagger that oozed dominance. He settled in, glancing at her with a leer. “You ever been fucked in a preacher’s car, Emma?” he asked, starting the engine.

“No, sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

He grinned, pulling out of the lot, the tires crunching gravel. “Well, you’re about to learn what salvation really feels like,” he said, his hand resting on the gearshift, inches from her thigh. “Tell me, Emma, how many times you make yourself come, thinking about a man like me?”

She blushed, her voice trembling. “I... I don’t count, sir. It’s too many.”

Drew laughed, a low, dirty sound. “Fuck, you’re a mess, aren’t you? Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna clean you up real good.” His hand slid to her knee, squeezing possessively as they drove into the night.

The road to his secluded house was dark, the only sound the rumble of the engine and Emma’s uneven breathing. “You know what I do with girls like you?” he said, his voice thick with intent. “I break ‘em. Strip ‘em down till there’s nothing left but obedience. You ready for that?”

Emma’s eyes were fixed on the road, her voice a whisper. “I don’t know, sir. I just want to be saved.”

“Saved?” he sneered, his hand sliding higher up her thigh, his fingers brushing the hem of her dress. “I’ll save you, alright. But it’s gonna hurt before it feels good.”

They pulled up to his sprawling house, the windows dark, the air heavy with the scent of pine and something faintly chemical—his side business, no doubt. Drew stepped out, circling to open her door, his cigarette still smoldering between his fingers. “Get out, darlin’,” he said, his voice a command wrapped in charm. “Time to confess properly.”

Emma obeyed, her steps hesitant as he led her inside, his hand firm on her back. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing her fate in the dimly lit house of a man who preached salvation but craved corruption.

The foyer was dimly lit, the air heavy with the stench of bourbon, cigarette smoke, and the faint chemical tang of his drug trade. Emma stood trembling, her modest dress clinging to her petite frame, her eyes wide with a mix of reverence and dread. Reverend Drew Devlin, his tailored suit jacket already unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of his sculpted chest, tossed his cigarette butt into an ashtray and turned to her, his blue eyes glinting with a sadistic hunger. His lips curled into a grin that was equal parts charm and menace, a predator sizing up his prey.

“Welcome to my church, Emma,” he drawled, his voice a low, guttural growl that made her skin prickle. “No crosses, no hymns—just you, me, and the kind of salvation that leaves marks.” He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her, his fingers twitching with anticipation.

Emma’s hands twisted together, her voice quivering as she addressed him formally. “Reverend Devlin, sir, I... I came for your guidance,” she whispered, her eyes darting nervously around the opulent, unsettling space.

Drew laughed, a filthy, mocking sound that echoed off the walls. “Guidance? Sweetheart, you’re here to get fucked back to purity.” He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I can smell the sin on you, darlin’. That pussy’s been aching for me, hasn’t it? Wet and ready for your preacher to tear it apart.”

Her cheeks flushed scarlet, and she tried to step back, only to find the wall behind her. “Sir, I just... I wanted to be saved,” she stammered, her voice breaking under his intensity.

“Saved?” he sneered, his hand sliding down to grip her throat, not choking but holding her firmly in place. “You don’t get saved by praying, you little slut. You get saved by taking my cock and begging for mercy.” His thumb brushed her lips, prying them open. “Open that mouth. Let’s see how much sin we can spit out of you.”

Emma’s eyes widened, but before she could protest, Drew leaned in and spat directly into her mouth, his saliva hitting her tongue with a wet smack. “Swallow it,” he ordered, his voice a low snarl. “Taste your shepherd’s blessing.”

She whimpered, her body trembling as she obeyed, swallowing with a visible shudder. “Sir, please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I... I don’t know if I can do this.”

Drew’s grin was pure venom. “Oh, you’ll do it, Emma. You’ll do every fucking thing I tell you.” He released her throat, stepping back to unbuckle his belt with a slow, deliberate snap of leather. The sound made her flinch, and his eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. “You ever been whipped, darlin’? Ever felt a man’s belt kiss that pretty ass of yours?”

Emma shook her head, her breath hitching. “No, sir,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on the belt dangling from his hand.

“Well, you’re about to,” he said, looping the leather around his fist. “Turn around. Bend over that table.” He gestured to a heavy mahogany table in the foyer, its surface gleaming under the dim light.

Emma hesitated, her body trembling, but the weight of his gaze pushed her forward. She turned, bending over the table, her hands gripping the edge as her dress rode up, exposing her thighs. “Please, sir,” she whispered, “don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you?” Drew chuckled, stepping behind her and yanking her dress up to her waist, revealing her lace panties. “This ain’t about hurt, sweetheart. It’s about teaching you your place.” He hooked his fingers into her panties, ripping them off with a savage tug, the fabric tearing apart like paper.

She gasped, her body jerking, but Drew’s hand pressed down on her lower back, pinning her to the table. “Stay still,” he growled, raising the belt. The first strike landed with a sharp crack across her ass, leaving a red welt that made her cry out. “That’s for all those dirty thoughts you’ve been having,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

Emma whimpered, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the table. “Sir, I’m sorry!” she cried, her voice breaking.

“Sorry ain’t enough,” he said, delivering another lash, the leather biting into her skin. “You gotta feel the sin burn out of you.” He struck again, harder this time, and she screamed, her body trembling under the assault. Her ass was already glowing red, each welt a testament to his dominance.

Drew leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear as he spat again, this time letting his saliva drip onto her cheek. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, smearing it across her face with his thumb. “You’re a filthy little thing, getting wet from a whipping.”

Emma moaned, her body betraying her as her thighs pressed together. “Please, sir,” she gasped, “I... I can’t help it.”

He laughed, tossing the belt aside and grabbing her hips, pulling her ass back against his straining erection. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, his fingers sliding between her legs, finding her slick and ready. “This cunt’s begging for me, isn’t it? Begging for your preacher’s cock.”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed, her voice a mix of shame and need. “I want it. Please.”

Drew unbuttoned his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing cock, the tip glistening with precum. “You’re gonna take every inch,” he said, spitting into his hand and slicking himself up, the act crude and deliberate. “But first, you’re gonna taste me.”

He grabbed her hair, pulling her up and spinning her around to face him. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice a low snarl. “Show me how much you worship your shepherd.”

Emma sank to her knees, her dress bunched around her waist, her ass still stinging from the belt. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and submission. “It’s so big, sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she stared at his cock.

“Damn right it is,” Drew said, grabbing the base and slapping it against her cheek, leaving a wet smear. “Open that mouth, you little whore. Let’s see how deep you can take it.”

She parted her lips, and he thrust forward, filling her mouth with his cock, the taste of his spit and precum overwhelming her senses. Emma gagged, her hands gripping his thighs, but Drew held her head, forcing her to take more. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, his hips rocking. “Choke on it. Show me you’re worth saving.”

Her moans vibrated against him, saliva dripping down her chin as she struggled to please him. Drew’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, his hand tightening in her hair. “You’re a mess, aren’t you? Drooling all over my cock like a good little slut.”

He pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping, and yanked her to her feet. “Enough of that,” he said, spinning her back around and bending her over the table again. “I’m gonna fuck you now, Emma. Gonna fuck the devil right out of you.”

She cried out as he spat on her pussy, his saliva mixing with her arousal before he thrust into her, hard and deep, stretching her painfully. “Oh God, sir!” she screamed, her hands scrabbling at the table.

“God’s not here,” Drew snarled, his hips slamming into her with brutal force, each thrust shaking her body. “It’s just me, owning this tight little cunt.” His hand came down on her ass again, not with the belt but with his palm, the slap echoing in the foyer.

Emma’s moans turned to sobs, her body trembling as he pounded into her, his cock relentless. “Please, sir,” she gasped, “it’s too much.”

“Too much?” he laughed, spitting on her back and watching it slide down her spine. “You’re gonna take it all, you filthy bitch.” He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he fucked her harder, his other hand reaching around to rub her clit roughly.

She screamed, her orgasm building, but Drew clamped down on her clit, pinching it hard. “Not yet,” he growled. “You come when I fucking say, understand?”

“Yes, sir!” she sobbed, her body shaking with the effort to obey, her ass red and raw from his slaps and the earlier whipping.

Drew leaned over her, his teeth grazing her shoulder as he spat again, this time into her hair, the act degrading and possessive. “You’re mine, Emma,” he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. “This cunt, this body, this soul—it’s all mine.”

She moaned, her voice breaking as she begged, “Please, sir, let me come. I can’t hold it.”

He slapped her ass again, hard enough to make her cry out, then rubbed her clit with brutal precision. “Now,” he commanded, and Emma’s body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her as she screamed, her juices gushing down her thighs, soaking his cock and the table beneath her.

Drew didn’t stop, his thrusts savage as he chased his own release. “Fuck, you’re tight when you come,” he groaned, spitting on her ass and watching it glisten on her welts. With a final, brutal thrust, he came hard, spilling deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.

He pulled out, watching as his cum dripped from her swollen pussy, mixing with her arousal and his spit. “Look at that,” he said, smearing it across her thigh with his fingers. “That’s your salvation, darlin’. A preacher’s blessing.”

Emma collapsed against the table, her body limp, her breath ragged. Drew lit another cigarette, exhaling smoke as he looked down at her, his grin cruel. “Get on your knees,” he ordered. “Thank me properly.”

She obeyed, her voice a broken whisper. “Thank you, sir."

He took a drag, his eyes cold and triumphant. “good girl."

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