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i’m getting married. yes, the weird metalhead girl is actually getting married. to a golden retriever man btw.
Rough Samuel Lafferty
Sinful Women
The Bible Camp is a place full of joy, fun, playing and praying before the meal. A place of happiness for the children of the Mormon community and a nice place for the adults to socialize.
However, sin had crept into the camp.
The sin of the flesh had taken root in one of the counselors. The young woman-of course Samuel knew, like Eve-she had fallen prey to evil, but it was only his job to take care of it, wasn't it? The sound of skin clapping could be heard behind the wood of the warden's hut. The two people involved in the act left the door unlocked at the thought that someone might come in and see them like this. She pressed against the table, her fingers scraping the wood again and again, making a crunching sound with each thrust from his side. ,,Shit-if someone could see you like this-fucking bitch," he said, and Samuel only got more excited at the thought that someone could see him like this and make her fuck harder. As his hand lay in her hair he pressed her head further onto the wood. Her moans and pleas were barely muffled as her lips turned red and puffy from his hard kisses after he pulled her off his cock. Her hair tangled from the blowjob she had given him just minutes before. ,,Fuck sucked my cock ah-so-so well," he whispered to her, pulling her up slightly by her hair and bending her body backwards. Her protests in the kiss were drowned out by the loud groans as her almost overstimulated pussy continued to be fucked by his cock. With each thrust he pushed her further, he had his sinner for himself. Since they were here he wanted her and needed her the first few times he fisted his cock at night, her image bending down in his head to show him that she was wearing only a thong under her skirt in such a holy camp. The way her breasts bulged so beautifully under her blouse, which had previously been an assumption, he now knew that her breasts were not only soft but just as sensitive. When he pinched her nipples, she almost cried out if he hadn't pulled her into another kiss. Tears in her eyes of lust and pain the perfect picture. His whore. ,,You're the fucking devil," he murmured, biting into her neck lightly yet mercifully, tasting her, tasting the salty sweat that covered them both, feeling her rapid heartbeat that drove him mad as she tightened around him when he let her back onto the table. ,,N-no, I-I-" she tried to defend herself, her fruit of the gods looking cute, but her words were lost in a slurred mumble as he continued to fuck her. His hand was painfully sweet on her hip, leaving marks that would remain for days. The kisses would stay on her skin, he would stay inside her all summer long. The thought that he would fuck her all summer long over and over again. ,,I'll make you all mine," he whispered his thoughts to her and was just about to come inside her again when a knock on the door made her pause. His whore gave him a panicked look but he would definitely not stop now. He hadn't cleared up her sin for a long time so he should just tell her what was going on. She bit her lip and he put his hand around her mouth, suppressing her sweet sounds. The sinful noises were probably just his imagination. Wasn't it? Because the good and sinless leader would never indulge in carnal pleasure, would he?
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I'm your God - Samuel Lafferty
warning : +18, smut(p in v), religion as a pretext for abuse, domestic violence, abuse (rape/non-con), implied torture, kissing, childbearing mentioned, Sam is Sam with his religion, capture, exorcism as a pretext
Summary : They could have had it all he could have had a family and they could have had the best life. But then came the news. She, his wife given to him by God could not give him children. A fact that he could not accept because after all...he was her God.
Info : Omg it's been way too long since I wrote for Sam (as much as I love Rory's suby characters the crazy fanatics have a place in my heart). Pay attention to the themes it's dark. I love it anyway so all the more yes. So have fun reading you all :)
ps : the gif is just so ahhh but fitting to the story
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When the door opened at upstairs and the footsteps sounded, she knew exactly what it meant. He was back. The devil was back. The devil in the form of her husband was back. How long had it been since she had seen the sun, the outside or her family...her real family.
His family his brothers were his demons they were sometimes more cruel than he was more terrifying in the aftermath and infinitely gruesome as they watched Samuel judge his wife led into darkness by Satan. When he fucked her on the bed down in the cellar night after night.
His brothers, if they didn't punish, tease and abuse her with words, would lay their hands on her themselves. But in the end it was only her husband, her Samuel, her God, who came inside her.
He gave his cum into her, ,,You will give birth to my son, woman, and when you do, you will be freed from the devil," he told her, as he had always told her. When he stroked his hand over her head he took on the paternal role but she would not get pregnant. He knew it himself. He himself had seen the results of the examination that she couldn't get a child because of her genetics.
But it was the delusion that had him in its grip. Sam believed that he could still get her pregnant. ,,It's your fault!" he had shouted at her in the kitchen when she returned to the house. She was terrified when he threw the glass across the kitchen.
Since they had married almost two years ago,they had given everything for a child. But nothing seemed to work now they knew the reason. To her shock, his thoughts of finally seeing her pregnant, to do everything for it, to abuse her were making him hard. To finally have her as a mother and him as a father.
But nothing seemed to work now that they knew the reason. ,,Sam-Samuel, I'm sorry...we can adopt," she said, stifling a scream as he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the kitchen table.
He could finally have a family.
It was the first time he'd ever forced himself on her, his hand lingering on her neck as he pushed up her dress and she heard his zipper open. ,,Don't you ever dare cry! Do you know what this means to your body?" he shouted at her between the sexual noises his power only made him more driven.
But his other hand didn't leave hers, he held on to her, at least for a part.
The part of the good loving husband. ,,Ah-no stop I don't know," she replied, tears running down her cheeks as he increased the pressure on her neck, seeming to take away her ability to think. She had no idea what fanatical thing was going on inside him.
That all this pretense behind his faith was true. ,,Sin woman in your Satan-infested womb," he hissed and pressed her against him, bending her slightly so that her back bumped against his chest as he poured himself into her.
His climax was a throaty moan as his lips gave her a lingering kiss on her tear-stained cheek. She whimpered as he took his hands off her neck only to push his cum back inside her.
Making a mess and holding her jaw, his look was full of anger despite the actual act of love. He felt only disappointment.
She felt the cum running out from between her thighs and he pulled away from her, leaving her humiliated, hurt and alone. Not knowing what would happen.
What would happen when she found herself in the cellar. He had done it. He had convinced himself that she was possessed by a demon.
When she heard him coming down the stairs she had initially screamed and cried at him until he had hit her, he had brought his brothers, he had covered her mouth with a cloth. He had said, ,,Just words of the devil" but she knew he knew he was only doing it because he could.
,,Women, submit to your husbands as it befits the lord. Husbands love your wives and don't be harsh with them" Colossians 3:18-19" she heard his voice as she opened the door.
The light from the naked incandescent lamp in the cellar illuminated him. The shirt on his body, the pants and boots on him, the man she loved, the man she had loved so much.
A woman should support her husband in everything. ,,I love you, you know that, don't you?" he asked and she saw him put the Bible aside and sit down with her on the large marriage bed.
She knew better than to move and allowed him to touch her. The chain on her ankle was still noticeable but the rustling was already there.
A reminder that she was his prisoner. The wetness between her thighs not her own she only felt arousal when her body betrayed her.
When her brothers tortured her they used her for hours until Samuel returned. He saw what his brothers had done, the markings, the cum on her body and the bed.
But they never came inside her, ,,I am your husband and it is my right" he had told her the first time before he had presented her to his brothers for the first time.
Her screams fell silent through the lips of the first and Samuel, her beloved Samuel, closed the door to the cellar. ,,Yes...I know that," she replied and closed her eyes in shame as his fingers moved slowly over her cheeks.
The smack and the tears were visible as he placed a kiss on them and went down further. Visibly enjoying her breasts, her nipples were as hard as the coolness down here.
The nightgown she had long since slipped off her body, she usually had barely enough strength to put it on when the brothers were done with her.
She let out a soft gasp as he massaged her breasts and she moaned, stretching out to meet him as he pinched her sensitive spots.
,,A whore you are...let my brothers get to you and wet like a worthless bitch" he mumbled his statement a lie and yet she nodded knowing he wanted to hear it from her.
That her wetness between her thighs was his cum when he came to her after getting up was a good way to get rid of his boner.
It was no longer about exorcizing the devil, even though he told her she had become his slave. ,,As it says in the Bible," he murmured, running his fingers along her thighs, the substance shining lightly in the dim light, and he held it in front of her mouth.
,,Yes, the Bible," she replied, only she had learned what he wanted to hear before she licked his cum with her mouth.
He almost fucked her mouth with his fingers he made a mess of her spit and the remains of the sperm hanging from her lips dripped onto her chest as he took his fingers out of her mouth.
The choking sounds ended with her gasping for breath but saw his cock pressing painfully against his pair of jeans.
It was time for the ritaul as he called it. ,,The ritaul I know it will work...the devil will come out of you one day," he said, pushing her roughly into the pillows that were stained with body fluids.
As he penetrated her, her screams mingled with her moans, he didn't hide his lust, he used it as he pleased.
She had stopped struggling when he had hit her so hard that her lip had split open.
Not wanting to hear her cry, he fucked her into the pillows, almost taking her breath away with his hand on her back.
But it wasn't his actions, it was his words about her and her body that hurt the most.
,,I know ah-fuck so well I know you want it...all this fuck" she heard him say nodding only agreeing with him as she tried to ignore the pain and pleasure. He took more and less time on some days.
But whenever he was close to his climax, he forced her into a kiss, gripped her puss harshly and kissed her.
Took away her noise, her protests. ,,Be grateful that it's me who loves you...who casts out the demon," he had said after the first time he had risen from the bed, her body slumped and clawing at the sheets, she hadn't understood him.
But with every kiss she knew it was a warning. That when his ritual was over, he would no longer feel anything for her.
No love then she was really just a whore a whore a cum dump for him...and his brothers. ,,Thank you for your...love," she gasped as he broke away from her, another night of filling her with his seed and kissing her on the head.
Before he pulled away, he had given her enough love to remind her what he meant. ,,The demon is strong, I'll try something new tomorrow, I know you can take it," he said and her gaze went to his hand, seeing it rest on his belt.
She swallowed and fear showed in her gaze. She knew what he was going to do, she could already feel him beating her.
But what should she do? He had her in his hands, he was down here in the cellar in the hell, he was her god.
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Commandments of submission
Samuel Lafferty x wife!reader
warning : smutish, power imbalance, mishandling of faith, sexism, hypocracie, bitting, dom/sub dynamix, no use of Y/n, I'm using the concept from the show and not the real faith, it is for entertainment only
Summary : Now that his brother was the leader, Sam and his brothers could do whatever they wanted on the farm. And on a free weekend with just his wife, he's the man of the house and it's time he reminded his wife how disobedient it is to stray from the right path and the shameful consequences it has had.
info : What is this? a fic about Sammuel after months, well i was in the right mood for this hot thing here, enjoy reading ;)
masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ God created Adam, a man in the pure paradise of the Garden of Eden, Adam's eyes beheld a world full of peace, food and life. A story of gratitude to God and being content with what you have.
But also a story of sin committed with blood, love and temptation after Eve was created from his rib. A beautiful woman, a kind woman, his wife.
Adam's wife who owed him her life, a woman who was there for Adam with her beauty and grace, entertaining him physically and spiritually.
The thought that the serpent wooed her with the apple and the perversion of her head to come closer not out of self-interest but out of love of her own free choice could not be.
With the bite of freedom into the apple, Eve had chosen her way out of the clutches of her husband and into a life with the devil, who loved her more than her God.
For such courage to break out of the clutches of everything she knew, she was banished into the world where she was alone and the devil could take care of her, for good or ill.
Adam, the first man who had lost his oh so beloved Eve, had already wrapped his hands around another woman again created by him why have only one wife when he could have as many wives as he wanted. Because the wife had to submit to her husband…a commandment that has prevailed to this day.
Samuel didn't know any different, since he was born he had been given everything he wanted as a boy and then as a man, or at least he had been taught that as long as there was a cock between his legs and he wasn't a woman, everything would be in his favour. Whether it was his priority at work, his pay or his family.
A family that he wanted for himself-no, that he wanted to create himself, because like Adam, he would create his own wife, marry her and the children that would result would be the greatest gift he could give back to God.
A goal he achieved when he met his wife at one of the town fairs where his family not only enjoyed respect as money donors but also had access to everything and everyone.
He saw her there, his age, a young woman watching the spectacle and quite by chance a member of his community with a father who had connections to wealthy mines, not only was she pretty, she also brought something to his marriage when he made her his for only a few months, she was his and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Every time he looked at her, there was satisfaction in his blue eyes that she was his, his ‘Eva’, his immaculate, lovely one.
A marriage that celebrated her pregnancy only a few months after it was consummated, with each passing month she became a statue in her own right, an object of fertility and beauty at his command.
,,You can do this on your own, can't you darling? I know I can rely on my wife" he always put her off during the months, resigning himself to the idea of her learning, the sooner she realised that he wasn't helping her, that the tasks were separate and that he wouldn't touch the household.
It had taken until the second child for her to understand that her destiny was the children and his goodwill…whether she was in the mood or not.
From the first moment he had taken her virginity, her pretty uncertain look as hers clung to him, as she wrapped her legs around him when he told her to do so, to the day they were together and the power dynamic of the family changed, her family changed too.
He seemed to have become addicted to that moment when she looked at him so helplessly, this dumb pretty woman who belonged to him could only turn to him.
It was a feeling of unrestricted power and he was addicted to it.
The love they shared seemed to get rougher, for every mistake she made his gaze seemed all the more punishing, his hand all the rougher and his words all the more damning inside her. Even his kisses seemed to become more possessive with every day he was away from her or otherwise.
All until his family announced they were leaving for a weekend away for a meeting with the federation. After a brief heartfelt farewell to the children, the adults felt the change in their own hearts as they saw the apologetic look on Diana's face as she hurriedly put the last child in the car and pulled her sister-in-law into a hug before hastily getting in.
Samuels hand, which had been gently gripping hers before, tightened around hers, ,,I told you to be cheerful, it'll be your fault if she calls and asks," he hissed warningly at her and they both smiled after the cars until they had driven off the property and Sam was finally alone with his wife.
The brief sound of a slap on her ass pierced the quiet of the expansive property, ,,Make me my dinner wife we have a lot to celebrate tonight" he told her and she nodded hastily, her gaze automatically going to the ground as he suddenly grabbed her.
Blue eyes demanded something, respect of the herachie in the house and she gave a ,,Yes…sir’ a title not just as master of the house, an address from her master now that she was at his mercy.
The tantalising look he gave her passed searchingly over her body and glanced for a moment at the purposely undone button of her dress before releasing her and watching her walk into the house as he himself walked across "his" land. As the front door closed, the walls seemed to take on eyes.
Even if his gaze did not pass through the walls of the house, she felt her husband's gaze on her from the moment she went into the bedroom and took the box from the wardrobe hidden under blankets and pillows.
With a shaky breath she left the door of the room ajar, a crack had to remain open for him as she opened the lid and looked at the black lingerie with stockings. It had been a gift from her husband, initially as a joke, but she quickly realised how much the sight excited him, the contrast between chastity and perversity.
She undid the buttons of her flowered dress and the fabric slid to the floor as she slowly pulled herself out of her clothes, shaky fingers taking the bra and underwear off last and her naked body folding the clothes on the bed.
She didn't have to look up to see that the door had opened slightly wider, didn't have to look up to see the bright blue eyes that were now seeing every inch of her exposed body and didn't have to look up to see the stroke across the middle of his body as she pulled on the lingerie.
The black lacy fabric clung to her body like the first day, tighter than the dress and blouse she owned. The last thing in the box was the black stiletto heels, the pointed thin heel obscenely like a false cross on the floor as she slipped into them.
It was like a lace of shame as she closed the box and looked at her body in the mirror for a moment, the thought of finding such a thing attractive in the knowledge that it was normal, even human, seemed to give her little comfort as she made her way out of the room as Sam's footsteps disappeared-but not his gaze.
Saying goodbye and packing had taken time, time that didn't allow for lunch, so she knew he wanted something bigger for dinner.
She was glad that half of the week's shopping was still there, enough for a good steak with wine sauce, freshly harvested vegetables and a small cake with chocolate glaze, a meal that was only served on birthdays or other special days, if at all.
But it was a meal he liked, he enjoyed the tender, bloody meat and when she heard his soft, satisfied exhalation after a bite of steak, she relaxed.
The large kitchen, which was actually meant for just a few people, was not only her place, her real place as he always said, but also a place where she could think freely. As much as he watched her, she knew that he was usually outside or in the cellar while she was making food and cleaning up.
After just a few minutes, the pots and pans gave off a full-bodied odour that spread through the kitchen and into the living room where the food would be cooked later, her hands deftly making time where she could during the brief minutes of cooking, tidying away the children's toys and wiping away a little dirt and dust.
The meat was kept warm, the vegetables were steaming well, she would simply reheat the small cakes, the sauce was still missing.
The sauce from the body of Christ, the blood, the deep red that she poured into a small pot and added the spice, she held the dark false one in her hand, the symbol of the apple hanging from the black tree, the irony of the story behind it.
Her gaze flitting around the kitchen she listened to the silence but only heard the rustling from downstairs as he went through the papers and talk of his brothers Please…just let everything be alright today she prayed before putting the bottle to her lips for a long sip before she hurriedly continued cooking, the guilt in her struggling with her conscience.
Before she finally finished just before eight and put the food on the table, her heels making a tocking sound as she walked to the cellar door and knocked with a final deep inhale and exhale, ,,Dinner is ready sir," it slipped from her tongue, the words heavy yet familiar. Too familiar for her to memorise and too new for her not to be ashamed.
It was a moment before she heard the familiar footsteps coming up the stairs, the wooden cellar door opened and she saw an appraising look, ,,It smells appetising, good," he said with a brief nod of recognition before he sat down at the dining table and she hurriedly served him the food.
Saw how he had brought up another bottle of wine from the cellar, an older one, a noble drop as her father-in-law always called such a thing, ,,His blood as a reward for your domestic gifts" Samuel said after a few minutes of eating, looking at her as she sat on a chair diagonally opposite him, taking only a small portion of the food herself so as not to fall into the sin of gluttony.
,,Thank the lord and you sir” she said as she put her wine glass over to him and looked at the dark red liquid collecting in the glass. Enough to get her drunk at least, because when the eyes of the family were gone you could do whatever you wanted.
She mostly sat still, her hand folded on her scoop, occasionally lifting her gaze to see if he had finished his meal to get the next one, ,,A real treat for the mouth and the eye," he said as she fetched him the little chocolate cake, but his look meant her.
As much as these feelings of love, hate, fear and excitement were in her, she couldn't deny that praise like this honoured her, you could almost forget the uncomfortable tightness of the clothes.
The white icing sugar was like snow on the cake as the silver fork slid in and he took a bite, the sigh of pleasure making her relax, ,,Here, try it, it's delicious," Sam said, holding out a bite.
Savoury chocolate, with a hint of the sweetness of sugar forbidden sweet as in the eternal garden, ,,Good," he praised as the fork was placed on the plate and he leaned forward slightly from his chair, stroking his hand over her cheek, delighting in her softness, the devoted look, the sweet lips as he engaged her in a kiss.
Samuels other hand cool, making her shudder as he ran it over the extravagantly revealing clothes, the little skin that was covered was like a gift to him, he would take every little bit of fabric from her until she lay before him just as naked as she was then.
His hand gesture a simple sign signalled her to rise and he pointed to the dining table, her gaze briefly showing hesitation, a place to gather and eat, a place of ‘cleanliness’ with something so dirty.
But his hand gripping her wrist and pushing in that direction knew he wanted it that way, ,,Sit down" he indicated and she sat down on the edge of the table, thinking she should lie down, but as he ran his fingers gently over her face her eyelids closed in another smile that she complied with.
She heard him push a chair aside, the slight rustle of clothes and she flinched as she felt his cool fingers on her ankles, her hasty exhale as she had to put all her vertareun into him, ,,Move too much and instead of my wife you'll be little more than a servant, understand?" her husband asked and she didn't have to look down to see the cool eyes of how serious he was.
Her ‘mistakes’ over the last few weeks had been corrected by her and him, eating had probably changed his mind again for a reward but in the blink of an eye he could change emotionally, ,,Yes sir I understand…thank you" she replied, keeping her hand steady beside her trying not to nervously play with the lingerie while the silence in the house seemed like a time bomb.
Her unsteady breathing met his savouring as he kissed her ankle, the tip of his nose wandered up her legs, lips kissed tender flesh and she suppressed a whimper as he lifted her leg to bite her thigh.
His flesh, created by him, he would taste pleasure as he ripped into her skin and the blood of the saint flowed through her, ‘Stimulating’ he murmured as he ran his fingers over the tooth mark, carved into her skin, wanting to bury himself in her.
Samuel went further up and she suppressed the reflex to rub her thighs together, not wanting more than her due, she was a wife not a whore.
She thought she could see his fucking grin as he stopped just short of her centre and ran a finger over it, ‘You're practising patience, almost chastity, only a whore would get wet. Tell me, is there one?’ he asked.
His wife knew it was a test, that he wanted her to open her eyes and disobey his instructions, ,,No sir…I'm not a whore, I'm yours and no one else's, my lust serves you…not me" she replied keeping her eyes closed and trying not to answer too hastily not to show him how aroused she was, how excited her heart was.
The right answer.
Because a single ‘good girl’ came from him and he continued to play the game on the table until of course she lost, until he had her kneeling in front of him begging to be nothing more than a lusty, lust-induced something so he could have the feeling of power.
A game for him and the reality for her that continued in the bedroom, with every bite, every lick of her wounds, every laugh and further demand he tightened his net around her as every other piece of her body was released to him.
And as she felt him, her husband, the man she belonged to and felt him against her, the thought matured in her that fought with her conscience in lust.
Maybe it wasn't so bad to belong to a man after all.
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Broken Will - Samuel Lafferty x fem!reader
warning : smut (handjob), angst/hurt/comfort, emotional breakdown, emotional, Sam getting beaten by his father, wounds, some blood play
Summary : His father's punishments were always harsh, but this time he had gone too far. As hard as Samuel's pain and suffering is, his wife takes care of him… he just needs his Ma'm to be good to her, to be good and not disappoint his Mommy.
Info : So I'm back again with Sam this time a more soft one he just needs a Mommy who takes care of him...I mean I volunter so yeah Have fun reading ;)
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°Like his brothers, Sam was firm in his faith, a man of God - he wasn't emotional, he was a believer. At least that's what he always told himself. But deep down, he was scared, overwhelmed and no longer knew what was right and wrong. He was a good man and yet his father had beaten him when he had brought a woman home. A nice woman, pretty young, she was good to him but she was not Mormon.
°In his father's eyes, it was a mistake, a disgrace to bring something like that home. Ever since she had heard her husband's pained voice from his father's office. When he came out again hours later, his hair in disarray, tears in his eyes and his hands clenched into fists. She saw the blood running between his fingers, the red handprint on his cheek seemed to glow and burn. His father had once again left marks on his son.
°It was a sight that stung her heart as she carefully pulled him close, trying not to look weak. ,,You are a cruel man!" she had warned his father before gently pulling Samuel by the arm behind him away from his father who had been punishing him for as long as he could remember. Himself and his brothers he got goose bumps when he heard the sound of the belt opening and closing.
°In the car on the way back, she saw how tense he was, his hands clutching his pants. His breathing was shaky and he tried not to lose his dignity, wincing as if his father was hollering at him when she put her hand on his. ,,Sam...it's all right, it's over...we're not coming back," she said, looking at him briefly, trying to reassure him with her gentle smile that it was really over.
She only saw his slow nod as he looked out the window, trying to distract himself. She knew exactly what he needed, that she had to replace his pain with love, that she had to re-educate him in a way that required motherly love and devotion. ,,I know you're good, right?" She asked as they drove up the driveway to the house they shared and she saw a stirring in him.
°His gaze went from the window to her, his eyes widening in an almost shocked look, as if he were weighing up what she wanted. Whether she would hurt him like his father. He nodded when she noticed the first tear flowing down his cheek and she lovingly wiped it away. ,,Y-yes, of course...I-I've always been good," he stammered, trying to right himself, to defend himself as he never could. The image of his father beating him even more when he had insulted his wife. ,,A whore Samuel, you brought a whore, a street woman, a non-morom here!" his father had shouted at him and raised his belt, the cold material had almost torn his back open.
°It was the worst hurt he had received until now when he had introduced his wife to his family only to end the day sitting on the floor in his room crying. But now it didn't matter as they both got out of the car his gaze went to the ground and she pulled him after me gently through the front door locking it and feeling the pain in her heart as he stood lost in the hallway. ,,You've always been good for me Sam, always...your father doesn't deserve you" she began and with a simple wave of her hand she let him know where to go.
°He knew where to go and his gaze did not resist her as he walked towards the bedroom. The bedroom where they had spent nights of lust, where she was his first. She had shown him what it meant to be in control when she gave herself to him and the other way around. She showed him that despite the fact that he was a man, he was not degraded when he begged her. It was a relationship in which they both got what they needed.
°Looking after him, she knew he would be sitting on the bed in the bedroom with his head in his hands, tears running down her cheeks. I'll make you whole again, she thought and grabbed the first aid kit from the kitchen drawer before heading into the bedroom, closing the door slowly behind her just as she had thought she would.
°She went to him, put the suitcase next to him on the bed, knelt down in front of him and slowly lowered her hands to his knees. She saw him slowly lift his eyes and look at her, tears covering his shirt as she slowly took his hands. ,,Shhh it's all right Baby it'll be better in a minute" she said quietly despite the fact that he didn't answer her she knew he had heard. That he agreed, he had to.
°He averted his gaze, a pitiful whimper coming from his lips, ,,I'm...sorry," he mumbled as she turned his hands to show her the injury. She suppressed a gasp when she saw the extent of the injury. The skin that had not been broken open showed the dark stains in the blood.
°She had seen it since he had clenched his hands into fists as the blood trickled between his fingers. She shook her head and placed her hand on his cheek, gently commanding him to look at her. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, ,,Samuel it was never your fault...your father is a cruel man but don't you understand?" she asked him giving him another kiss as he shed more tears.
°She knelt down in front of him again and took out the disinfectant. ,,This will sting for a moment," she murmured, knowing he knew, gripping the bottle a little tighter and about to spray it on his injuries when he used his hand to grip her wrist. Looking up at him, she saw that something was wrong, saw his blue eyes searching desperately for something as he looked down at her, the pain having become secondary. He was breaking.
°He would break without her even starting to care for him. ,,Please, I-I just need you," he said, but it didn't come out like a plea when she saw him pull away. The years with his father had left their mental traces. ,,Are you sure?" she asked uncertainly, reluctantly setting aside the bandages and medical supplies as he nodded. She saw exactly how the mirror of his soul cracked more and more as she looked at him.
°She stood up without a word and unbuttoned her blouse. Sex was something intimate between them, something they both cherished. But it was also a way to make him forget everything for a moment, to exist only for her and forget the world around him. They had only done it once before, after his sister-in-law had been brutally murdered by his brother. The sight had disturbed him so much that he had fallen over.
°They both never thought they would need this remedy again. ,,I'll be good to you...promise," he murmured as she gently stroked his head and slowly lay down on the bed, her bra off on top of the small pile of her remaining clothes. She knew he would be good, he always was when he needed her like this. She just let him do it-she let him use her for a moment. ,,I know," she returned an understanding smile on her lips and felt his cold hands, slightly wet with blood, on her hips.
°As he came over to her, he positioned himself between her thighs and began to kiss her. She let him take control while she was just there for him, ,,Mommy's here," she mumbled between kisses and gently stroked his cheek as he kissed her hand. Slowly taking his time to show her that he was good and not a sinner.
°But he never dared to leave marks on her, didn't want to soil her until now. She sighed with pleasure as he began to suck the colorful marks on her neck and she slowly felt his arousal on her thigh as he moved his hands to her breasts. Kneading the soft skin and searching for her gaze every now and then to know that he was doing everything right. She always agreed with him, he never did anything wrong, he was too good for that. He was always good, he was perfect.
°She stretched slightly towards him as he kissed her breasts and sucked lightly on them, his muffled moans reaching her ears as she shifted her position slightly. He pulled her onto her shaft as he leaned against her, holding on to her and running her hands to his balls. ,,Mommy, please," came a whimper from his lips as he laid his head against her shoulder, almost trying to hide in the crook of her neck.
°The moment when he had her to himself was over and nothing was left but the tearful wreck of his suffering. But she knew the look and knew what he needed as she opened his pants slightly and began to stroke him. His sighs and whimpers became sentences of forgiveness, giving that he was suffering while she continued to praise him. Telling him that he was enough, that he was all he needed not to break.
°His hands began to tremble slightly as he pressed closer to her wanting more of her she ran her other hand over his body again and again soothingly trying to calm the trembling and kissing his bloody palms that had left stains and marks of blood. It wasn't disgust she felt, she knew he would need it. The feel of the cold blood on her warm skin.
°He groaned and bit her shoulder, apologizing for it. When she had removed the blood, her hand went from his cock to his bruised one to use the blood as a lubricant. It was unhygenic but they could take care of that afterwards. There was always a warm bath afterwards, cuddling up with tea and a blanket, which had always been enough until now...would be enough now.
°Would it be enough as she felt him approaching his climax with the blood making everything easier. When he started crying again and pressed himself against her, moaning her name into her hand. And although he was breathing heavily, his eyes half open and visibly shaken, he licked the mixture from her hand. ,,You were so good for me," she praised him, suppressing her own tears and pulling him close, wrapping him in a hug, giving him warmth and security and staying like that for a moment. She knew that it always took a moment for him to let go, to calm down again, to become normal and to look at her gratefully. It was the moment when she saw that he had slowly put himself back together...but only up to the point where it would become too much again.
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Door.5 ~ Wood ~
Samuel Lafferty x wife!reader
warning : kiss, fluff, mention of pregnancy
Summary : When winter came over the country it was time to prepare for winter, sew and knit warm clothes, have enough food in stock and of course provide enough firewood to heat the open fire and fireplace. Samuel also has to go outside to look after his family without a few loving eyes watching him.
info : Well he had to sneak back and how can I say no to my religious husband I wish you much fun ;)
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The seasons in America could be refreshing, warm, pleasant and freezing cold, it had everything to offer a beautiful spring, a hot summer, a beautiful fall and a cold winter.
Above all, it was something that helped the Mormon family expand the business more and more, from building houses in the spring, renovating in the fall and sitting back with what they had accomplished in the winter. A simple thing that repeated itself and also affected the family around Samuel and his wife.
After their dream wedding in the summer on his parents' land, the newlyweds had quickly moved back to their own property and large home.
What was initially a slightly reserved relationship between his family was only just beginning to blossom into a loving marriage.
Together they designed the house, bought and renovated the furniture, the individual rooms and were already looking for certain colors for the baby room, ,,An orange tone for the fall when we got closer” Sam had said and she saw the mischievous grin when he had simply said this in front of the tree market employee.
He wanted an orange space that looked like a forest and she wanted something more colorful like a circus, which is why the theme of the nursery color was still a bit drawn out.
But now, as the first snowflakes flew to the ground and another month had already passed, she knew that in a few months it would be visible that something still small inside her would take on more and more shape over the next year.
Her gaze turned to the fireplace, where the fire was slowly dwindling, ,,I'm going back to get some wood dear,” she was startled out of her memories when she heard Samuel's voice.
The brown-haired man had come over to her, a small smile on his lips as he ran his fingers over her stomach, ,,Keep grinning like that and you won't stop,” she said, clasping his hand, glad to feel his warmth and he gave her a kiss on the forehead before disengaging himself and walking outside with the empty wood box.
The boots had caused heavy footsteps and when she looked outside she saw that the snow was threatening to get heavier He's going to catch a cold it went through her mind as she got up and reached for a hat and a scarf in the hallway.
Walking back to the garden door, she saw that he had already rolled up his sleeves slightly, his brown hair loose in his face and his concentrated expression was not directed at her for once, she felt the warmth in her stomach and the amorous tingling.
,,Staring is rude” he said with a grin as he paused with the next axe blow and looked at his beloved, who was still looking at him and hastily waved him off.
Carrying the axe with a well aimed blow into the log he walked up to her and gratefully took the hat and the sound, ,,What would I do without you” he said and ran his cool hand over her warm cheek, a pleasurable shiver as she kissed him in response.
The snowflakes continued to fall on them both and the couple lay kissing in each other's arms, whatever else might come, together they would get through anything...even the choice of colors for the nursery.
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It was his will - Under the banner of heaven
Priest!Samuel x fem!reader
warning : +18, smut, kinda naive/inncoent reader, religion as right for actions, implied serial rapist, kissing, some blood play, afab-reader, mentioning of kidnapping
Summary : The priest of a small congregation together is not easy. Especially when God is always giving you new plans and after an "accident" he had to build this existence. He did not pursue his nature until he laid his eyes on a beautiful single flower that was just waiting to be picked by him.
Info : So this has to be one of my darkest ideas for his charcters but I really wanted to write it. A corrupted priest using his power for his own right...jup I want that. So have fun reading this be aware of the warning and have fun reading ;)
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°Religion. He was the executor of God's word, so it was only right that everything the Lord told him to do went to him, wasn't it? It was his right, his power to do what he wanted because deep down in his inner being, which was not yet taken over by religion, he knew that he could do anything as long as he put the ,,Amen" behind it, it was too easy. Too easy, unlike his brothers, to become the leader here and not the tool like his brothers around him. Not a carpenter in his own company but a man of power...like his father. His father who had left blows on him after the first accident but then it was a marming and in the end it was egall. Because only the power of God mattered.
°Then the new beginning in the new little community of only a few hundred people, not even a thousand, it was perfect to build the church there and the influence of the Lefferty family was known throughout Mormon circles and for the first time he felt what this cohesion through religion really was. What power this could give one, this power that was simply given to him as he hammered the last nail into the wood for the church of the community, the only church in the community, the shelter under his leadership. Samuel Lafferty. He and his wife would become the example of the image of God with his children preserving the image of perfection but even without them he alone would be the leader of this group.
°A group that was completely at his mercy, they were a community that had no one else to turn to and had only him as their patron and sanctifier. He was their god of all. He was God's power and word and always kept the lights on in the church and the lamps burning because he knew that lost souls would come to him and he hid behind his smile and understanding look as he had always done since the incident that forced him to leave the city and found this one. This sucubus, the demoness so stupid as to scream her filthy hands at him to push him a god away from her, he had no choice because he had to judge the evil and lewd, didn't he? He had no choice but to put his hands on her first to look at her body and take it to try to clean the body of the slut. He hadn't intended to spill blood...had he?
°But what did he care, it was over and he had left so much more blood that it wouldn't change the fact that God would forgive him. He was the voice of God, the wolf who took his sheep and ate them up with skin and hair until there was nothing left but an empty hollow to feast on again and again and again. On which he could feast, on which he could lay his hands, on which he could satisfy his lust, on which he had a place for his "seed" that he did not want to give to his wife. Because in reality he hated her, he hated her and the children, it was his father's duty that had compelled him. He had never been used to it, he had been destined to this by God. However, he wolf quickly realized that sheep felt comfortable around a hunter. That they didn't run away but came closer and closer until he could just grab them.
°Why he had his demoness in the cellar, the church turned off the light when the trap had snapped shut until he got bored, the fire of the hen, the demon went out and she got cold, he no longer had his fun now for one last time maybe but it was tiring and he felt he needed a new one. A new toy. A new toy didn't last long it was always like this the last few times and then it was dead his toy was a casual affair. Until he saw her in this enclosure with the sheep. She was perfect, she wasn't like the other sheep, she wasn't the same, she had a real demon inside her. A demon that he knew only he could exorcize.
°He then waited until the evening slowly came over the village and said goodbye to his wife, the kiss on her cheek almost making him sick. If he could, he would part from her, leave her and all this behind him, all he needed was the new sheep, all he needed was her and a place. It would be perfect, but the voices around him, his wife's verbosity and his children's giggles brought him back to reality. A reality that the wolf had to accept until the doors opened and closed and a broad grin appeared on his lips. My darling went through his mind and he walked through the group of people who were pledging for the evening mass to get to her.
°,,Good evening, priest," she said and he could see her tension slipping away as if this simple house of God was really demanding everything of her. He stretched out his hand and placed it on hers, feeling how his understanding was right - warm, soft skin, perfect to leave his mark on. ,,God will rule over you, lay his hands on you and make you clean from everything, my sheep, I'm glad you're here," he greeted her and finally took his hand from her before placing it on her shoulder. He brought her into the church and he saw it. Saw how she hardly dared to look at him, how she was beaming with warmth, she didn't seem to know what was happening to her. It was the natural attraction to faith in its form
°She sat down with the others on the wooden benches, he led the service and said the prayers, read from the Bible, praised his congregation and, true to form, his eyes were always on her. She was too special to be left in this place. It was only his right to take care of her and put her on the right path, to drive out the demon and exercise his power over her, because there was no such thing as rejection. She didn't have that choice, she should consider herself lucky and above all worthy that he had chosen her. That all the other victims of his word and deeds were nothing compared to her. She just let him burn in the fire of hell, she threw herself at him as if there was no other choice. He saw exactly how she was the last one to get up from the bench, probably the last one to stand when it came to the blood of the Lord.
°He held the golden chalice in his hand and gave one after the other a sip. He felt a wave of excitement go through him as she was the last to go, it seemed as if only she existed when she came to him. She knelt dutifully as if she had been made to do nothing but serve him, kneel for him, take him and fulfill his wishes. He put the cup to her lips with more force than necessary and had to suppress a grin as she backed away. A frightened virgin in the face of her true husband. However, he put his hand on the back of her head for a moment it looked to the others like he was helping her but he couldn't help but imagine her between his legs sucking his cock so good for him, the tears running down her cheeks forcing her to take more. But as quickly as he had these "righteous" thoughts, they disappeared again and he released her. He saw her brief, almost apologetic smile as if it was all her fault... but wasn't it?
°He saw her stand up again, her gaze going to the ground and back to the bench. It was only moments before, after a final prayer, he shuffled the sheep and made his way through the crowd until he reached her. Touching her on the shoulder, she turned to face him, but was met with kindness. ,,My dear, I have a request, well, you could say God's request. I would like to hang up some pictures of the children for tomorrow and prepare other things I thought you could help me?" he asked and saw after a few moments that she had no idea that her naivety would harm herself when she nodded and agreed to hide from her other sheep. He took her with him and told her to go to the alat and he closed the big double door to keep her with him. The sheep was in his paws and the wolf could drop his costume.
°,,You know, maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but we know each other, don't we? Tomorrow afternoon I'll give my blessing to the young new couples in our parish," he began and walked down the aisle towards the altar, seeing how he had her she naturally asked what it was about with a certain shyness. But he let her fidget it still took a little time so he walked past her his eyes still undressing her. The white cap on her head hid her hair and he wanted to slide his hand into it, pull it, see how she sounded. The dark blue dress covered her body, leaving only her hands free. A true virgin in this damned unholy place. He went to the altar, took the chalice again and looked at her reaction. Would she respond to this subliminal provocation or ignore it? What would his sacrifice do, it almost drove him mad. ,,That's nice, our community needs more couples... even if I won't be there," she almost whispered and her gaze went to the ground, her eyes no longer looking at him.
°But he wanted it, he needed her to look at him, he wanted to see her reaction. ,,Why is that? You're a pious, good and pretty little flower," he made the first move and put the goblet down, seeing that she was still looking at him, her hands clutching the fabric of her dress. He made her nervous, turned her on and entered her head without her being able to do anything because it was her distorted thoughts, sinful thoughts that let him in. ,,Answer me why not dear?" he asked, placing his cool fingers under her chin, lifting her head and watching her despair grow. He knew he had power over her and it was stimulating.
°He could feel her tension, she was in a turmoil oh he could just hear it in her heart, in her hot bloodbane where the lifeblood was, he wanted to hurt her, wanted to see what she looked like, what she would do. What would she do when he put the fiery cross on her skin. ,,You need a mark, the touch of a man dear...it's your naivety that led you to the devil," he chided as he let out an excited grunt as his hand traveled up her side to her breasts. Not wearing a bra, with a flower in her hair and a smile that was too sweet. A slut, a demoness his next victim. He squeezed the soft skin and heard her gasp, the first of many sounds once he had her, down in the cellar under the church the real reason for the construction. Down in the purification room on the snow-white bed that would soon be stained with blood when he took her. He was sure no, he knew he was her first, that he would stain her, that he would take the brut if she carried one, that the pain would be nothing more than his care. ,,I beg no Samuel I will-" but he interrupted her pleas it wasn't meant for up here but his bitch had yet to learn that she would learn she would be good for him. With his hand around her neck, his hand that was on his slowly slipped away but he praised her with a kiss on her neck that she kept her hand on the cross.
°She kept it there a good girl in his eyes but he wanted more his now free hand ran over the fabric undoing the buttons that held the fabric together on her chest. Her cry came over muffled as he put his hand over her mouth, his fingers moving into her mouth, the warm fruit just one of her many inner assets. The coughing and gasping as she didn't know what to do but he wanted all the more from her. Letting his hand wander on her skin and down her torso, he left red streaks behind, her wiggling and her excited fear only made him press himself even more against her, his hardness getting a wave of excitement every time. ,,You have no idea how dirty you are but do you want me to tell you something?" he asked and the silence hung in the air for a moment before she nodded as best she could and pressed herself against him in a moment of surprise as his hand slowly went down to her center.
°She nodded again not knowing what to do but she had a choice in the face of a man of God. A man of God who wanted her, she should be grateful, shouldn't she? ,,I will take care of you, purify you, accept you and be with me due...but you are better than all the others, I know it" he told her what he was true, what he wanted and what he was going to do. His cool fingers ran over her cervix, lathering her cheeks as she should not have been attracted to all this. But maybe he was right. Maybe he was right about everything, manylicghf she was possessed, unclean and had to be cleansed by him.
°,,Please-my Lord...make me whole," she begged slowly, her head intoxicated by the wine that was different from the others, her insides burning with desire as the others simply trusted him and he could strike. His jaw closed around her and he ate her. He felt her attempts to get free diminish as the drugged wine did its best and after a few minutes she lay almost motionless in his arms. He carefully took her body in his arms, the light of the candles in the kitchen illuminating her. He watched her, still aroused, as her breathing slowed, his lust for her only increased.
°He looked around, his gaze averted from the cross and the candles went out, the trap snapped shut and the wolf carried its prey into the cellar. Down the stairs into the great room. It was pleasant, except for the blood on the floor, which was splattered on the walls, the bare light and the chains of eggs on the walls and the bed. He couldn't risk losing his darling, not as long as he didn't get tired of her. ,,Do you see how nice it is here?" he asked her, knowing he wouldn't get an answer as he laid her on the bed and placed the necklace almost over her neck, ankles and wrist. He could play with her, use her like his personal doll, direct her and show her off. Perfection as soon as the cross cleanses you went through his mind as he looked at the cross on his neck, the metal already dark from the flames of how often he had used it to place it on the skin of his victims, but she. She would get it often enough.
°He reached into his trouser pocket, took out the knife and began to cut her clothes off - she didn't need them for what he was going to do to her. He looked at her naked body, his hands wandering over her body, the flawless skin seemed so pure. He left red streaks on her and saw how warmth left itself on the scratches. Her breasts were so soft that he slowly moved to her on the bed, but she still didn't realize that in her dream she must have perceived it differently. ,,What are you dreaming about?" he asked, kissing his way down her neck, leaving bites and marks harder and harder. He wiped away the blood he had pulled from her neck.
°But like everything, it was only the beginning as he spread it over her body with his fingers. He tampered with her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples and despite her fainting, a shudder went over her body. ,,Oh I know you can feel me, can you feel my lust? Consider yourself lucky for my attentiveness," he greeted her and rubbed his arousal against her, his hands around her neck, hardly waiting for her to wake up and see the marks he had left on her. The stains of his cum on her thighs stained the bed. He stroked her hair in farewell as he rose from her, looking at the demoness first, seeing the creature that needed to be cleaned. But inside he knew that once again, by his own word, his own right, she was his next perfect victim. His property forever.
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