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Late afternoon at the balsam fir swamp in Canaan Valley National Wildlife Refuge.
From top: nodding bur-marigold (Bidens cernua), also sometimes referred to as nodding beggarticks, a clumping, wetlands-loving annual whose flowerheads nod as they mature and get heavier; bushy St. John's wort (Hypericum densiflorum), a gorgeous, densely-packed shrub with vibrant yellow flowers and copper-colored bark; white meadowsweet (Spiraea alba), a rapidly-colonizing shrub whose branching clusters of white flowers are one of summer's most generous gifts; narrow-leaved gentian (Gentiana linearis), a tall, elegant bottle gentian that can only be pollinated by bumblebees strong enough to pry open (or chew through) its closed petals; flat-topped white aster (Doellingeria umbellata), also known as parasol whitetop, a tall, attractive mountain aster with flat, branching clusters of white flowers; and the dainty white flowers of virgin's bower (Clematis virginiana), a vigorous, twining vine that forms beautiful, dense waves of foliage and flowers.
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thebotanicalarcade · 1 year
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n16_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Revue horticole.. Paris :Librairie agricole de la maison rustique,1829-1974.. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/49743614
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deathtek · 1 year
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little-moonbeam-666 · 2 years
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Innocence Be Damned - Peter Ballard/001/Henry Creel
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A/N: This took so long but it’s finally here!
Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, slight manipulation in the beginning but not really
You couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t in the lab. The more you tried to think back on your childhood, the less you could remember. One of the only constant things in the few memories you had was Dr. Brenner. He was always there as a sort of father figure, although you didn’t call him ‘Papa’ like the others. To you, he was always Dr. Brenner.
And since Brenner had raised you, you also grew up with Peter. He was a few years older than you, but you’d grown very close to him. He was your best friend. You’d even go as far as to say you had a bit of a crush on your friend. You’d never had a boyfriend, but you wanted him to be yours. He was handsome, so much in fact that he invaded your dreams every night. You were also used to patching him up when he got hurt, but now that you were a certified nurse in the lab, you saw Peter in your office more often than you’d like… at least for the wrong reasons.
“Peter, sweetie, what happened this time?” you asked, gently dabbing a pain relieving ointment on the burns on the side of his neck. He winced but held still as you took care of him.
“I went against Dr. Brenner's orders.” he said, letting out a deep sigh. “I gave the children each a piece of hard candy after they had eaten their lunch. They’d all been doing so well with their lessons, I thought they deserved a treat.”
You fought to keep the frown off your face. Peter was so kind… almost too kind. When he spoke to you about the children, you could tell he cared for them or at least their potential. To you it just seemed that his heart was much bigger than Dr. Brenner’s and he was suffering for it.
“Peter, you know you can’t disobey Brenner like that. This is the third time this month you’ve come in here after being reprimanded for going against his orders. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”
He looked up at you from his seat as you stood over him, inspecting the wounds further, wondering to yourself if they’d need a dressing or not. His gaze was innocent and his smile was kind, you thought nothing of it. But you were unaware of his true intentions. You didn’t notice the way his blue eyes drifted from your face, down your neck to your cleavage that peeked out of the top of your blouse. Or the way that his hands were balled into fists at his sides in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.
“I know you don’t, Y/N. I don’t mean to get in trouble, really, I don’t. But it does give me an excuse to see that pretty face of yours.” he said, his bright blue eyes darting up to meet yours, an enthusiastic smile on his face. You sighed, your hand cupping the side of his face gently.
“You don’t have to get hurt to come see me, Peter. I’m always right here. I’m not going anywhere.” you assured him, your thumb rubbing gently over his cheek.
The small gesture meant more to him than you realized. You were the only one who showed him any kindness or spared him loving glances. He smiled and placed his hand over yours on his face, his fingers gently curling around your hand.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
You slowly and reluctantly pried your hand from his before giving him a small smile.
“So I don’t think your wounds will need any sort of dressing on them. They went easy on you this time…. Just keep them clean and let them breathe and you should be alright. And try not to get into any more trouble, Peter. If not for you, then do it for me? I hate seeing you hurt.” you said, ready to send Peter on his way. It was getting late and you knew he had to do his rounds before heading to bed and you didn’t want to keep him too long.
You moved to the other side of the room, putting away the ointment and throwing away the cloth you’d used to clean his wounds. But Peter didn't move. His eyes stayed glued to you, scanning along your body and landing on your ass as your skirt rose up a little bit while you stretched up on your tiptoes to put the ointment away. He could feel himself begin to harden in his pants as he watched you. Time to put his plan into action.
“Y/N,” he started, making you turn to look at him. “Could you maybe come to my room in about twenty minutes? I’m afraid I may have another problem I’d like you to take a look at.”
“If you’re injured you should just show me now since you’re already here.” you said, taking a few steps closer to him, letting your eyes run over his body while you inspected him for any further sign of injury.
“Well, you see, normally I wouldn’t mind letting you take care of me right here in your office, but anyone could walk through that door at any given moment. My problem is a bit … personal and I don’t want anyone else to know about it. It’s a tad bit embarrassing if I’m being honest.” he explained, putting on a shy smile.
“Oh… well I guess I could come to your room and take a look. I’ll be there in twenty. Now go make your rounds before Brenner finds out you’re late.”
“I’ll see you in twenty.” he said, smiling at you as he stood up and left the room.
You went about your business, wondering what was ailing Peter. You were hoping he wasn’t seriously hurt. He was your best friend, after all. You continued to put away your medical supplies and sanitized the countertops and chairs and your desk before checking the time. It had been precisely eighteen minutes since Peter had left your office. He’d be done with his rounds by now and should be headed back to his room.
You gathered a small bag of medical things you may need and headed out the door, praying you didn’t get lost in this endless maze of blank, stark white hallways. You may have lived here your entire life, but the place was a labyrinth. Thankfully, Peter’s room wasn’t too far from your office. You stopped outside the solid white door and knocked softly, knowing he would hear you. The door swung open only seconds later, revealing Peter’s smiling face.
“Thank you for coming, Y/N.” he said, gesturing you inside before shutting the door and clicking the lock, ensuring nobody could disturb you.
“Of course, Peter. Now sit down and tell me what’s wrong.” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him to sit on the edge of his bed. “Are you in any pain?”
“Yes I am, love. I have this horrible ache that’s been bothering me for a while now. It comes and goes.” he explained, locking his eyes on yours. “It actually hurts quite bad right now.”
“Where does it hurt? I can’t help you very much if I don’t know where it is.” you said, giving Peter a playful smile. He smiled back, soaking in your innocence and knowing he was about to take it away from you.
He slowly grabbed your hand before guiding it to his cock and placing your hand over his growing bulge. You gasped as he pressed your hand against him, flames licking up the back of your neck. You don’t know what you were expecting him to do, but this wasn’t it.
“P-Peter….” you started, unable to form words. You may have been ‘innocent’ but you weren’t stupid. But you were also panicking. “You’re aroused, not hurt. I’m not sure how I can help you.”
He slowly let go of your hand and you pulled it away quickly as if you’d been burned. Your eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at his face.
“Y/N, please look at me.” he said, standing up. You could hear the pleading tone in his voice and you caved, looking up at the tall man in front of you. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but I’m going to be honest with you. Yes, I’m aroused, but only because I’ve been thinking about you. About your pretty face and your perfect lips that I wanna kiss so badly. And before you suggest taking care of it by myself, I’ve tried, sweetheart. Oh trust me, I’ve tried. It doesn’t work. I can never quite get there by myself. I don’t trust anyone else but you to help me.”
“Peter, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, because I really do…. I just don’t know how.” you admitted, nervously wringing your hands in front of you.
“What do you mean you don’t know how? Surely Brenner gave you a sex ed class at some point.” he said, thinking he was stating the obvious. You just shook your head and his eyes went wide with shock. “You’re really telling me that you’ve never been taught about sex?”
“No… it was never brought up in any of my classes. Did you have a class about it?” you asked curiously.
“Yes, I did, Y/N. I had assumed we were just split up by gender. Boys in one class and girls in another… I never thought of the possibility that only the boys were given this class.” he said, feeling halfway guilty about luring you into his room. The next words you said shocked him, sending a blinding heat straight to his aching cock.
“Would you teach me, Peter?” you asked, hopeful he’d say yes. You watched his eyes light up at your request and a smile tugged at his lips.
“Oh, love, of course I will.” he said sweetly, letting a hand gently move to your waist and pull you closer to him. “We’ll start slow, ok? Just gonna start with the basics. But I know you’re a fast learner, and a hands-on one as well, so I’m gonna need you to take these pretty little clothes off for me. Can you do that?”
You took a step back and slowly toed off your heels before letting your fingers begin to unbutton your white blouse. Peter sat back down on the bed and watched you with hungry eyes. His cock was straining against the stark white fabric of his pants and he so desperately wanted to take it out and stroke it while he watched you, but he wanted you to do it for him.
Soon enough you were able to shrug your shirt off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cold room. Peter's eyes immediately fell to your breasts, barely concealed by the sheer black lace of your bra. Then you shimmied out of the black pencil skirt you had been wearing, leaving you in just your underwear and black stockings. But it was enough that it was driving Peter mad.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N. So fucking beautiful.” he said, palming his erection though his pants. Your eyes darted down to where he was touching himself and you could feel yourself blushing.
“Will… will you get undressed too?” you asked, hoping he would agree.
“Of course, angel.” he said, standing up before slowly taking off his clothing. His eyes stayed glued to yours, watching your expressions as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the ground before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear, leaving him completely naked before you. You could feel the heat rising to your face as you looked him over, trying not to let your eyes linger too long on his cock. He was much bigger than you expected. He sat back down on the bed before beckoning you over. “Come here, sweetheart.”
You took a few tentative steps towards him and stopped, standing directly in front of him. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright as he looked up at you.
“Peter, I don’t know what to do.” you whispered.
“I’ll show you, baby. Can you get on your knees for me?” he asked. You did as he said, moving to kneel on your knees between his spread legs, putting your face dangerously close to his throbbing cock.
“Now what?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He groaned as he looked down at you, looking so innocent on your knees before him.
“I want you to use your mouth, baby. You’re gonna take it in your mouth and suck on it.” he instructed, his hand moving to slowly stroke his length. Your nerves were getting the best of you as you looked at his cock, the tip red and weeping.
“Peter…” you started, but Peter cut you off.
“Will you help me, sweetheart? It hurts…” he whined, pouting slightly, his blue eyes blown wide with need. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies when he looked at you like that.
“Do I just… put it in my mouth?” you asked, glancing up at him, waiting for further instruction.
“I’ll guide you, love.” he said sweetly, giving you a smile. “Open your mouth, sweetie. I’ll do most of the work at first until you get the hang of it.”
You did as he said and let your jaw drop open, your tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth on instinct. Peter could almost bust just from seeing how cute you looked waiting for his cock to fill your pretty little mouth.
He let his hand caress the side of your face before gently guiding you forward until your mouth hovered over his cock and his tip nudged at your tongue. You blinked up at him, wanting to watch his face to make sure you were doing everything right. His eyes fluttered for a moment before leaning back on his hands.
“Stay still, baby. Don’t move.” he instructed before lifting his hips slightly, pushing his tip past your lips, rubbing against your tongue. “Now suck on the tip, baby. Be gentle… no teeth.”
You did as he instructed, closing your lips around his tip, being careful to keep your teeth away from him. You sucked gently on the tip, your tongue slowly caressing the sensitive skin. Peter’s head was thrown back and he let out a guttural moan. You could tell he liked it so you continued your actions, swirling your tongue around him.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby. Feels so good.” he moaned. You could feel the pride swelling in your chest at his praise.
Wanting to hear him make more of those noises, you decided to take matters into your own hands. He seemed to like what you were doing with your tongue, and you remembered what he’d told you to do, so you combined them. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his tip. You placed a hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you began moving on your own, suckling on the head and tracing the vein on the underside with your tongue.
“Oh jesus christ!” he moaned, looking down at you, clearly shocked that you’d taken it upon yourself to please him instead of letting him guide you. You pulled off of him and looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Is this ok?” you asked quietly.
“More than ok, baby girl. My god, whatever you were doing with your tongue, please do more of that. Felt so good, angel.” he praised, reaching a hand down to stroke over your hair, encouraging you to continue. You quickly leaned back down to take him into your mouth once again, this time taking an extra inch, forcing you to bob your head as your lips suctioned around him and making him moan. “Oh f-f-fuck!”
You half smiled, your lips still wrapped around him as you continued sucking his cock like it was a lollipop. You loved the noises he was making and seeing how you were making him fall apart when he was normally so composed. The swirling of your tongue got messier as you inched further down, engulfing more of him in the wet heat of your mouth. You glanced up at him when his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag for a second.
“You don’t have to take it all the way, sweetie. You’re already doing so well.” he grunted out, trying to maintain his composure and failing miserably. You slightly shook your head, trying to signal that you wanted it. “Are you ok, Y/N? Tap my thigh twice for yes and once for no.”
You tapped twice without hesitation and then resumed bobbing your head and focusing on keeping your lips suctioned around his length. You could feel the muscles in his thigh tense underneath your fingertips. His tip hit the back of your throat again and you suppressed the urge to gag, breathing heavily through your nose. You pushed forward until your nose was pressed against his lower belly and your throat was filled with his cock, holding for a few seconds before pulling off of him, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” he soothed, running his hands repeatedly over your hair until you caught your breath again.
“I’m ok, Peter. Don’t look so worried.” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. He untensed, his facial features softening as he grinned at you.
“You’re a quick learner, little one, but I don’t want to push you too far in one day. I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to please me. Maybe we should st-”
“No!” you yelled, cutting him off. “I want to make you feel better… I want you… Please? I know this is a lot of pressure to put on you, but I’ve really admired you for quite a long time. I’ve recently come to the realization that I… I love you. I wouldn’t wanna do this with anyone else.”
Your heart pounded in your ears at your sudden confession, not knowing how Peter would react. Little did you know his heart was pounding just as fast as yours, the realization that he could truly have you. You craved him just as much as he craved you. And he would be allowed to keep you afterwards. It shifted something in him… made his heart feel funny. It was an unknown feeling to him but he decided that he was gonna run with it.
“Oh, angel.” he cooed. “I love you too, sweet girl. I’ve wanted you for so long. Now why don’t you stand up for me. I want to show you just how much I love you.” he said, helping you up off the cold floor. He stood with you, towering over you. His fingers traced the strap of your bra, tickling the skin of your shoulder. “Can I take this off?”
You nodded your head and turned around, giving him access to the clasp at your back. You felt his fingers start at your shoulders, tracing the straps all the way down to the clasp before slowly unclasping it. The fabric fell loose around you before falling to the floor, freeing your breasts to the cold air. You slowly turned around to face Peter and his gaze immediately fell to your breasts, watching the way your nipples hardened under his gaze.
He raised both hands, slowly to ensure that you wanted this as much as he did. You made no move to stop him, letting him cup your breasts, weighing them gently in his hands as he ran his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. You let out a whiny moan at the contact, surprising both Peter and yourself.
“Does this feel good, Y/N?” he asked, doing it again, watching your eyes flutter at the contact.
“Yes… oh god, yes.” you whimpered, pushing your chest out in an attempt to gain more contact.
“What about this?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face as he pinched both nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
“Peter! Oh!” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together and grabbing his upper arms to keep yourself upright.
“Oh, you’re so sensitive, baby.” he cooed before letting his voice drop to a lower, more deadly tone. “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you.”
“Please, Peter! I need you to touch me!” you moaned, causing him to smirk.
“You need me to touch you, princess?” he asked teasingly. You nodded your head quickly. “Where? Show me.”
You could feel yourself blushing as you grabbed his hand from your breast and slowly dragged it down the front of your body until his fingers were grazing your pussy through the lace of your underwear. Just the light touch of his fingers was enough to set you ablaze.
“Here.” you whispered, almost ashamed at how turned on he had made you.
“Right here, baby?” he cooed, running his finger up and down your covered slit a few times, enjoying the tiny whimpers you let escape. Your hands gripped his shoulders hard to keep yourself upright. He chuckled at your reaction.
“Yes, Peter.” you admitted, looking up at him through your lashes, pleading with him to touch you the way you desired. “Please… I need more.”
“I can tell. You’re already so wet, baby. Your panties are soaked.” he said, grinning down at you. You could feel your face heat up again as he pressed down harder on your clit, making your legs shake. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, love. I love that I can turn you on like this. And this is only the beginning, sweetheart.”
“Just the beginning?” you questioned, wondering just how far Peter was going to take it.
“Mhmm. Can we take these off?” he asked, snapping the elastic band of your panties against your hip. You quickly nodded your head before stepping back so you could remove your panties, letting them drop to the floor. You were about to remove your stockings when he put his hand over your to stop you.
“Wha-” you started but he cut you off.
“Keep them on, darling.” he said, guiding you to his bed. You eased back, resting your head against the pillows and kept your legs shut tight. He kneeled beside you on the bed, his fingers beginning to gently trace where the pudgy top of your thigh met the tight nylon of your stockings. “They look so damn good on you… and they’ll look even better when they’re wrapped around my hips while I fuck every last bit of innocence out of you.”
“Peter…” you whimpered, unsure of what you were pleading for but you knew you wanted whatever he was about to give you.
“Open these pretty legs for me?” he asked sweetly, tapping your thigh gently with the tips of his fingers.
“Ok…” you answered quietly, so quiet that you weren’t sure he even heard you.
You could feel yourself blush and parted your legs slightly, your shyness taking over and preventing you from opening them any further. You looked up at him with wide eyes to see him staring down at you, a smirk on his perfect lips.
“Baby girl…” he warned, smirking down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Open.”
Before you even had the chance to open them on your own, Peter's hands went to your knees and forcibly pushed your legs apart, pinning your thighs to the bed. The cool air fanned over your cunt, your sticky lips spreading apart and exposing your engorged clit and weeping hole to his hungry gaze.
“Oh my god.” you whispered, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. You’d never been so exposed in front of anyone before and Peter was staring at you like a starved man and you were his last meal.
“Princess, you have such a pretty pussy.” he cooed, letting his hands drift up your thighs until his thumbs were brushing over your cunt, spreading you open even further. You whimpered and peeked at him through your fingers, seeing his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock twitching. His eyes glanced up to meet yours and he smiled, his hands leaving your pussy and coming up to pull your hands away from your face. “Why are you hiding from me, my love?”
“I just… never been so exposed in front of someone before.” you answered.
“Do you want to stop, angel?” he questioned further, praying you wouldn’t back out. But he knew he’d stop in an instant if you truly wanted to end things here, not wanting to risk losing you before he even had you.
“No.” you answered quickly. “I want this, Peter. I just don’t know what to expect.”
“It’s ok, angel. I’m going to warm you up first but I need you to trust me.”
“I trust you. I love you.” you said, smiling at him. Your words made his heart swell. His precious angel loved him, trusted him enough to deflower her.
“This is going to feel amazing, sweetheart. I promise.” He said enthusiastically as he made his way back down between your legs, his face now dangerously close to your aching cunt.
Before you could ask what he was doing he pressed his mouth against your pussy, his tongue licking through your wet folds. You tossed your head back against the pillow and pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. His tongue flicked repeatedly against your swollen clit and your hips jolted at the sudden heat shooting through your body.
You could feel Peter smirk against your center as he continued to make out with your pussy, smothering it with kisses and sucking on your labia. Just as you were getting used to the feeling of his tongue slowly worshiping you, he switched it up on you, pushing his tongue into your weeping hole. The coil in your belly wound tighter and the heat spread over your entire body. You felt like you were on fire. Your eyes rolled back and you bit the palm of your hand to keep yourself quiet. If anyone was to find out about this you’d be screwed.
“B-baby, I-I don’t kn-know what’s happening!” you squeaked, letting your hands drop to the sheets, fisting them so tightly you were afraid they may rip. He pulled away from your cunt, but only for a second.
“You’re gonna cum, princess. Have you ever made yourself cum before?” he asked, letting his finger slowly rub your clit with a featherlight touch. You quickly shook your head ‘no’. “Oh my sweet, innocent girl. Just relax, baby, and let me have the pleasure of being the one to give you your very first orgasm.”
He lowered his head again and wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard as he moved his fingers to trace around your entrance, threatening to plunge inside. Your breath hitched in your throat and your hips jolted at the sudden pleasure. Then without warning he pushed his finger inside you, your tight walls clenching down on him.
“P-Peter!” you moaned, the heat crashing over your body as the coil finally snapped, sending you over the edge and making you see stars.
Peter’s tongue and fingers never relented, working you through your high. Your legs shook and your back arched, eventually falling back down onto the bed as you came down. He gently pulled his mouth away from your clit and carefully pulled his finger out of you, making you wince from the sensitivity. Peter chuckled and you let your eyes flutter open to look down at him.
“Peter… holy shit, that was amazing.” you breathed out, letting your head fall back against the pillows again.
“You did so good, baby.” he praised, crawling up your body until his face was level with yours. “I know you're sensitive, love, but can we continue?”
You looked up into his big blue eyes and saw nothing but love. It ignited a new fire within you causing you to catch a second wind. Without warning you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He kissed you back eagerly, little moans and whimpers leaving his mouth every few seconds. Your fingers tangled in his hair and gripped hard, causing Peter to rut his hips against yours, his hard cock sliding through your wet folds. You jolted as his tip nudged against your clit. Both of you stopped and pulled apart, breathing heavily.
“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked, looking into his eyes.
“Probably.” he said honestly. “But I’m going to do everything I can to lessen the pain. And it won’t hurt forever, just for a moment, and after that moment it’ll be nothing but pleasure.”
“Take me, Peter.” you whispered, widening your legs a bit and bucking your hips, causing him to slide through your folds again.
“Fuck.” he gasped, moving back just a bit to line his tip up with your entrance. “Are you ready, angel? Once we do this it can’t be undone.”
“I want this.” you said. “I want you.”
Without another word he slowly leaned down, pressing his lips against yours again. You kissed him back slowly, enjoying the feeling of his perfect lips caressing yours. The feeling of his tongue gently licking along your lower lip made you moan, enough of a distraction for Peter to finally push himself inside. You gasped as you felt his tip stretch your walls. There was no pain yet but the feeling was unfamiliar.
“You ok?” he whispered against your mouth, refusing to pull away from you.
“Yeah.” you whispered back, pressing more kisses against his lips. “More.”
He did as you asked and slowly pushed forward, sheathing more of himself inside you until he hit some resistance. He pulled away from your lips only to stare down at you, silently asking for permission. With anyone else under any other circumstances he couldn’t have cared less, but this was you. He’d grown to love you, an extremely foreign feeling to him, and he’d be damned if he did anything to hurt you. You gave him a small nod and a smile, assuring him that everything was ok and you wanted him to continue.
“Brace yourself, darling. I’m sorry.” he said, giving you a brief moment to grip onto his shoulders before slamming his hips against yours, effectively pushing all the way inside you. You yelped and dug your nails into his shoulders, surely breaking the skin. Your whole body tensed up causing him to groan. You immediately loosened your grip on his shoulders and tried to relax your body, your breathing now coming out ragged as you adjusted to ache. He let out a long breath before speaking again. “That’s it, baby girl. Relax. Shhh you’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl, taking me so well.”
You focused on your breathing, trying to ignore the burning stretch between your legs. Eventually the burning subsided and you just felt full… it felt good. You experimentally rocked your hips and you whimpered feeling his cock sliding against your walls, keeping you stretched around him. You could see the worry on his face but you quickly eased his mind.
“Feels good, Peter. Move… please move.” you begged, rocking your hips again to encourage him.
He slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing slowly back in. You whimpered and rolled your hips up to meet his. He did it again, this time faster and gaining a loud moan from you. He smirked down at you and continued to rock into your pulsing cunt.
“Is this ok, Y/N?” he groaned, keeping the extremely slow pace.
“Mmmm yes… oh fuck.” you whined, rolling your hips against his in an attempt to convince him to move faster.
“Such a filthy mouth on my innocent little girl. Tell me what you need, angel.” he said, grinding against you. The friction against your clit made your eyes roll back.
“Faster! Peter, please!” you moaned, bucking your hips against his.
“As you wish, my love.”
He smiled down at you and slammed his hips against yours, immediately picking up the pace. His eyes were trained on yours as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open. You forced your eyes to stay open and looked up into Peter’s eyes. The pleasure that was written all over his face was enough to make your walls flutter around his cock.
His thrusts were becoming brutal, your breasts bouncing with each thrust and the headboard banging against the wall. Both of you no longer cared if anyone heard you or told Brenner about your newfound relationship with Peter. Brenner be damned, you wouldn’t let anyone come between the two of you.
Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down into a fiery kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate to keep him close. His lips devoured yours, groaning into your mouth as your legs locked around him.
“Y/N, princess, oh fuck! So fucking tight… You feel so much better than I could have ever imagined.” he moaned.
He slowed down his thrusts and let his hands run down your body to your hips, gripping you tight as he sat back on his knees and pulled you closer until your ass was off the bed and in his lap with his cock still buried deep inside you. He gave an experimental thrust and it knocked the wind out of you. The new angle made the tip of his cock press against your cervix and g-spot at the same time, making you see stars with every thrust inside you. It wasn’t long until you could feel the heat blooming in your belly again.
“I’m… I’m close!” you gasped between ragged breaths. Peter smirked down at you.
“Me too, baby. I’m gonna count down and we’ll cum together, ok?” he told you. You could only nod your head in agreement, unable to form words.
His thrusts became harder and faster and he moved one hand to your clit, letting his thumb rub circles on your sensitive bud as he continued to pound into you.
“Ten.” he grunted, his eyes locking on yours. “Nine…. Eight.” he continued, applying more pressure to your clit and watching you squirm beneath him. You truly were a beautiful sight if he’d ever seen one. “Seven.” His grunts and groans got louder as his hips moved faster, enjoying the wet sounds that were coming from between your legs. “Six” he moaned loudly as he watched your hands grip the sheets and your walls began to squeeze him, signaling you were close. “Hold it! Don’t cum until I say, Y/N! Do you hear me?”
“Peter, f-fuck! Please!”
“Five… four!” he panted, letting one hand move to your breast and pinching your hard nipple, twisting it between his fingers. The sensation sent a new wave of heat straight to your pulsing cunt. “Three…. Two..” he continued, his voice labored. Your moans were echoing off the stark white walls and your vision was beginning to black out as your orgasm neared its breaking point. “One! Cum for me, baby! Oh fuck, cum for me, Y/N! Fuck!”
The heat exploded and you could feel yourself gushing around his length as his hips stuttered against yours and he released inside you. You could feel every spurt of his warm seed against your sensitive walls, prolonging your orgasm. He leaned down, nuzzling his face in your neck as you both desperately tried to come back down from your earth shattering orgasms. You couldn’t help the pitiful whimpers that bubbled up in your throat as you managed to catch your breath.
“Peter, baby, oh my god. Peter.. Fuck… oh fuck. Feels so good, baby. Mmm you feel so good in me.”
“I know, princess. I know.” he said quietly as he gently untangled your legs from around his hips and slowly pulled out of you. You winced at the sudden sensitivity and turned your body to face him as he plopped down on the bed next to you. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you got comfortable. “You still with me, baby?”
“Mhmm.” you mumbled, letting your eyes slowly drift open to meet his. You gave him a lazy smile, making him chuckle.
“Aw, is my girl sleepy? Did I wear you out, princess?” he cooed, bringing a hand up to brush some hair out of your face after pulling the blanket up over both of you.
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna sleep yet.” you admitted, bringing your hand up to his chest to trace random patterns on his flushed skin.
“Good, because I need to tell you something.” he said, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek but his eyes were darting nervously around the room.
“What is it, Peter? Is everything ok?” you asked, concern lacing your features. Peter hated seeing you so worried.
He said nothing as he sat up and licked his thumb before bringing it down to his left wrist and rubbing harshly. Inky black flesh was revealed as the skin toned makeup was smeared away. 001.
“I wanted to tell you a long time ago but Papa wouldn’t let me.” he explained before moving his fingers to the side of his neck, feeling around before pausing and reaching for your hand. You gave it to him and he brought your fingers up to where his had just been. When you pressed down you could feel a small lump under the skin, practically undetectable. Before you could ask, he explained. “It’s a soteria. Papa implanted it when I was young. It’s a tracking device and suppresses my powers.”
“But.. but why did he do this to you? Why aren’t you doing lessons like the others?” you asked.
“Papa is scared of me. I became too strong for him to control. Y/N, if you listen to anything I say, please remember this one thing. Papa lies. He is a monster.” He said, tears brimming his eyes as he pleaded with you. “I need to get out of here and I wanna take you with me. Please say you’ll come with me, angel. I can’t survive without you.”
“I’ll go with you.” you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You weren’t sure how you were going to escape, but you trusted Peter with your life. You loved him.
“Sweetheart, you have no idea how happy that makes me.” he mumbled against your lips.
You stayed cuddled up in bed with him for maybe another hour. During that time he explained how he came to be in Brenner’s care and you clung to every word he said, wanting to know him better. You also agreed to cut out the device in his neck tomorrow evening after his last rounds. It would be quick and messy, but it would have to do until you were both out of this prison. Eventually you reluctantly got up and got dressed again. You didn’t want to leave, but you had to if you didn’t want to get caught. Your hand was on the door handle ready to leave when he spoke again.
“Eight o’ clock tomorrow night, lock the infirmary door and hide underneath your desk. Don’t come out no matter what you hear. I’ll come for you when it’s safe.” he said, his blue eyes boring into yours. You nodded your head in understanding.
“I love you, Peter.” you said quietly.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
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murdrballad · 11 months
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the girls who grew up with bella dancerella now do ballet beautiful
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topoet · 11 months
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April Flowers and Leaf Buds
A set of photos taken Monday, April 24 of burgeoning perennials in my back garden. Lilac leaves wisteria leaf buds Virgins’ Bower & garden mums Poppy Candy Tufts about to bloom Hollyhocks Rhubarb & Forget-Me-Not Petasites flower & leaf Hey! You can give me $$$ to defray blog fees & buy plantssweet, eh? paypal.me/TOpoet
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sea040561 · 1 year
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Any recommendations for the following fics:
Joseph Quinn/Jamie Campbell Bower
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All the virgins of the villages surrounding the great forest are dressed in their families' weddings finery on the appointed ritual day to wait for the great nightmare spirit to choose a bride.
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Hob isn't scared of the great forest - he's been talking to the forest since he was a baby. More importantly, his best friend, Dream, lives in the forest and is still so cool, even as they are almost men now.
If things were different, Hob thinks he would have liked to have lain with Dream, but Hob was born in the year of the great sacrifice - all children born that year in all the villages surrounding the forest must stay pure to be offered to the forest demon // god // spirit -- so Hob's never even been kissed.
Maybe if Hob is not chosen he'll have more choices open to him, but spirit-kissed people tend not to stay in the great forest area, even after they are not chosen.
It doesn't matter if a sacrifice is male or female presenting, they are dressed in their family's heirloom white wedding dress and veiled and lined up together in the hosting town; Hob's town is hosting this year so all the brides are standing in the town square.
Hob has heard that in rituals past, the great spirit just swoops down and when everyone can see clearly again, one of the brides is just gone.
So Hob isn't sure what he expected, but it was certainly not Dream walking out of the forest in beautiful finery, wearing an elaborate crown walking straight for Hob.
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Maybe everyone else still only sees the swoop and will blink and Hob will be gone. Maybe Hob is special and this time everyone sees the great spirit of the forest walk up to him and sweetly take and kiss his hand. Maybe,,,,,,
Omgomg. I love stuff like this. I'm wondering home many times the great sacrifice happens? Is it like a centennial thing, or does it happen every decade? Do the people of the town think that the "brides" are really being taken by the spirit for marriage, or is that just a convenient story covering what they really think happens - do they think that the "bride" actually gets eaten? I'm absolutely possessed by this whole setup.
Whatever the case is normally, Dream is most certainly not going to eat Hob. Dream swore that he would never truly love a human, but he's been helplessly falling for Hob for years and years now. Dream wanders the forest and fantasises about the day that he's finally going to take Hob as his husband - not knowing that Hob is walking beside him and secretly daydreaming of exactly the same scenario.
Hob looks so pretty in his wedding dress, Dream just knows implicitly - this is going to be his last wedding. Hob will be his bride for the rest of time. He'll give his blessing to the villages and give them sacred protection, and he will never take another bride from among their ranks. He will have Hob eternally and they will roam the forest as they always have, only now Dream will be free to touch, kiss and make love to him in the sunlit bower he has already prepared.
Hob has never been so surprised in his life - but when he thinks about it, a piece of his heart knew that it would always be Dream. As he's held in the great spirit's arms, he can only grin and hold on tight. He's waited all his life for this - Dream had better make it good for him!
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billthedrake · 6 months
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THE VETERAN
(This is an idea I've been batting around for a while. Thanks to @maturedadsandmen for the inspiration to see it through.)
"This round's on me, Ackerman," Jim Bowers said, with a quick squeeze of my shoulder before he went to get us another round of beers. His blue eyes twinkled, and I could see the wrinkles and crows feet on his weathered, tanned face. Bowers held his liquor better than me, but he was definitely buzzed, too.
It had been a long week, but the summer MLB draft was now complete and a lot of the front office guys - and gals, too, but mostly guys - were out celebrating. Only now, some of the guys were heading off to dinner or going home. A few were in a corner trying to hit on some women at the bar. Which left me chatting with Bowers.
I don't know why Jim had decided to be buddy-buddy with me. Over the last month, the sarcastic putdown of calling me Moneyball had somehow turned into a friendly nickname, when he wasn't calling me by last name. But I leaned into it. The man was a former professional player and a legend in Royals history. He'd coached for a good decade once the boredom of retirement finally sunk in, but then the wave of analytics pushed him out the door. So now he was a special advisor to the GM and the face of the business side of the organization. Not exactly a mascot, but Jim brought in more when his gravitas and old-school knowledge of the game mattered. Which wasn't all the time, and Jim knew that.
I tried not to have the hard-drinking ways that a lot of guys in baseball do, but it was a good occasion to let loose. I was feeling good, and I'd probably get drunk by nighttime. Thank god for Uber.
It was well-earned, but the problem was my sexual thoughts were coming to me with less filter than usual. Jim was making those sexual thoughts come hard and fast. I didn't even go for older guys, at least not that much older, not older like Bowers. The man was in his late 60s, old enough to be my granddad. But there was something powerfully sexy about the man. 6'2" and still had a decently muscled build from his daily gym routine, even if yeah, Bowers was getting his granddaddy on, more by the month.
And, damnit, that day, he was going commando in his shorts. I didn't try to scope him out, I swear, but Jim Bowers had a huge package. Thick, heavy genitals that looked obscene in his khaki shorts. Maybe the man was a show-er and not a grower, but the part he was showing looked pretty damn oversized. I'd forever think of him as Big Jim now.
I wasn't some green virgin. I was 28, with one long term relationship under my belt. I'd gotten my PhD in Applied Math at Minnesota and a plum job with the Royals right off the bat. It was why I'd studied what I'd studied. It was my dream job, doing analytics for a major league baseball team. From my little league days and collecting baseball cards, through playing baseball at my prep school to too many hours spent at college playing fantasy teams... it all led up to this.
My boyfriend Tom wasn't eager to switch jobs and move, and I wasn't eager to do the long-distance thing. We talked it out and, a week before I packed up my belongings, we broke up.
Breakups suck, but the consolation prize was rediscovering the world of hookups in a new city. I'd developed a fondness for Midwestern guys, and as a somewhat nerdy Jewish dude from New England I had fun having a different blond hunk every other weekend. I even hooked up with some older guys. I preferred guys my age but responded to a guy's personality and a shared sexual vibe over looks. And sometimes a daddy fit the bill.... Different looks, different body types and different sexual energy. It was all great.
But for me, Daddy meant like 40. Jim Bowers was rearranging my self-identified age range. Or maybe it was the beer.
"Here ya go," he said as he sauntered back with two beers in hand. Goddamn, the veteran looked FINE. I mean, no one would mistake his body for a 40 year old's or even a 50 year olds. It was mature muscle, but fit. Platelike pecs beneath the man's team-logo polo shirt, and pumped arms stretching the tanned, almost leathery skin that was covered in gray hair, matching the thicker silvery fur on his legs.
And, damn, that package: I could make out the contours of Jim Bowers' junk. There had been rumors of his heyday with the groupies. For all I knew he still had 'em, though maybe not like the current players.
We clinked glasses and the man looked me in the eye and said, "Now that the draft is done, you gonna stop being a workaholic, Moneyball?" he teased. "Maybe you can finally get a goddamn boyfriend."
Everyone in the front office knew I was gay and that was never an issue, but I also didn't make it an issue. No talk about my private life, no mention of the gay thing unless it was brought up. I was the epitome of professional, and when it came to happy hour drinks, well, I'd learned straight-dude male bonding as a way of blending in years ago.
"Come on, Jim," I said. And he knew exactly why.
"I know you got your work self and keep the rest private, buddy..." he said. "But, man, you're not as different as you think sometimes."
I don't know that I resented his words, but they rubbed me the wrong way. How was Bowers to know what I dealt with? Maybe if I hadn't been perving on the guy, I would have been more bothered.
"How so?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Take Campbell," he said, referring to Mitch Campbell, who was one of the scouts. "Good looking guy. Goes on dates all the time, but can't think of a goddamn thing to talk about to girls except baseball." Jim gave a smirk. "Girl doesn't call back, and Campbell's back to Square One."
At another moment, Bowers talk would be too old-school I-told-you-so in its condescension. Now, I was amused as hell. "You got Mitch all figured out, huh?" I teased.
Jim's blue eyes lit up some. "Tell me I'm wrong, Moneyball."
I smiled. "You're probably right," I conceded. Then, feeling my guard let down, I added, "You know, with gay guys, they like the idea of a baseball dude, but it's more the fantasy than the reality, you know?" I blushed as I spoke, but something about the drunken happy hour moment was removing my filter. "Maybe if I were a player, they'd be into the jock thing."
Bowers laughed and gave a smirk. He'd been the recipient of jock worship, even if it was from women. "You're just like Campbell, Moneyball... deep down." He patted my back. "But you're a good looking dude, and a good kid... any man would be lucky to land ya, buddy."
I ate up the words but had to reply, "Not the pep talking I was expecting tonight, Jim."
He reflected a second. "Yeah, I guess I dish out the advice easier than I can take it." Bowers had married three times and was now divorced and, as far as I knew, single.
Our conversation shifted subjects, but we got caught up in talking. I ate up his stories from his pro days, and Jim asked me about the math stuff I did. Maybe the man was right, I wasn't good at talking about much other than baseball, but he was a lifer and his whole life was the game, too.
I emptied my pint glass and had to do a mental calculation if I was gonna have another. I was on the fence. I should go home, but if Jim was having another, I knew I would too.
Instead he gave me a questioning look. "Feel like coming back to my place, Ackerman?" he asked. "We can have another one there."
The last part felt like it was added on to save face. In case I wasn't on the same wavelength. Maybe I'd been dumb in not reading the signals. Maybe I was misreading them now. But that was my first inkling that Jim Bowers was making a pass at me.
I blushed as I replied. "Sounds good, Jim," I said. "But neither one of us is driving."
"Yeah," he admitted. He was buzzed all right. He patted my shoulder. Kind of paternal but with a definite look of sexual interest in his gaze. Damn, this was not what I'd been expecting. He broke that look as he pulled out his phone to get an uber.
The guys had all gone by then and we stepped outside to wait for the car, it was getting dark out. We'd been in there a while.
"Damn, I'm starving," Jim said. "Maybe I can order us a pizza."
"Sure," I said. Hands in my pockets out of nervousness more than anything. This was probably a really bad idea, but I felt crazy attracted to Bowers, more than I'd let myself admit before tonight. This was playing out so different than a gay hookup, so I was feeling out the dynamic. But his touch between my shoulder blades as he guided me first toward the car... that touch alone was enough to make me chub.
Jim's place was big, too big for a bachelor. But it felt surprisingly homey.
"Let me get us some waters," he said. I wasn't overly drunk but he was right, it was good to drink something besides beer.
I chugged down a few sips from the plastic bottle and looked at Jim. "Nice place," I said.
"Thanks," Bowers said. Then with a soft voice, he added, "Damn, you're really fucking cute, Dave." He set down his bottle and stepped up to me.
I hadn't expected Bowers to be into dudes, at all, and I definitely didn't expect him to kiss. But he had no hesitation pulling me into a soft, wet kiss. It was a little drunken, but it was the surprise sexual attraction that made my head light. Fit as he may be, Jim was a mature guy, and I knew I was kissing a 60-something man, a man nearing 70. It was a strange thrill.
"You're into this, right?" the man hissed as he pulled back, giving me an up close view of his handsome features: roman nose, round cheeks, and gray hair growing more silver by the year, cut in a medium-short style. His hairline receded just a little but remarkably he still had a full head of hair. "I'm not looking for any HR issues," he chuckled.
"Oh I'm into it," I answered. "I guess it's just between us, right?" I was asking for his assurance as much as I was giving him mine.
"Absolutely," he said. His eyes were on me but his arm was reaching down. In my peripheral vision I could tell he was unzipping. And pulling out his dick. His grin cocked. "I'm really horny, man," he said.
I looked down. There it was, that pro-veteran baller cock. Heavy was an understatement. Jim Bowers packed a very thick, powerful 8 inch tool that jutted out of his open crotch. It was big and spongy and rock hard all at once. I wondered if he took a pill for his erections. I didn't fucking care. Bowers had an amazing cock.
I gave him one last look, a playful, sexy look, then crouched in front of him. I reached out and touched that meat, holding it. It had a soft give to the erection, but also twitched in my hand. It was my first mature cock, and I decided I liked it. Jim was hot to the touch as I angled his erection down to my lips.
"Oh yeah, buddy..." he hissed. "Lick my cock... like that."
The more I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, the bigger and heavier it felt. He tasted salty but then as I bathed his dick the flavor was cleaner. I finally figured I'd given enough foreplay and pulled that dong between my open lips.
He had enough girth to challenge me. I liked sucking dick, but I wasn't an expert at it. I guess lately I'd gotten more into anal and more into topping in my hookups. Even if I still went down on a guy, as foreplay or the main event, Bowers was bigger than I'd encountered.
But it was like riding a bike, I suppose. My initial difficulties gave way to a steady bobbing on his fat rod, feeling a good four or five inches push the confines of my throat with each motion of my mouth. It was a surprisingly pleasant feeling.
Nothing compared to the pleasure Jim was feeling. "Oh God... hell yes... work my fucking cock, man.... like that, yeah.... "
As I bobbed up and down I could see the silvery hair in his crotch, just a few darker hairs among them. And my hands felt up his mature legs, still strong, and now very furry. I was sucking a 68, maybe 69 year old and I realized I fuckin' loved this.
I always figured old guys took a long time to cum. Jim wasn't a quick cummer, but after about three minutes of giving him head I sensed the telltale signs. The urgency in his voice, the quiver in his quad muscle.
"FUCK! Here comes my fucking load, bud," he announced.
That heavy fat mature dong jerked in my throat as Bowers fed me his seed. I did my best to keep working him through that ejaculation, accentuating his orgasm with my mouth and suction.
He finally pushed my off with a friendly laugh. "Easy there, man... I think you got it all."
I looked up, knowing I felt proud. More than I'd been with my hookups. If I was honest, happier in sex than I'd been with my ex Tom. "Fuck, that was hot," I hissed.
Jim nodded. Face flushed red, his gray hair looked whiter. He somehow looked younger and older at the same time.
"Give me a second and I'll take care of you," he announced.
Not what I was expecting but I wasn't going to turn down the offer. I stood up, feeling drunk and light headed from the BJ. I started undoing my shorts and pulling them and my briefs off.
Jim grinned and reached down to grip my boner. "You 27 year olds are always rock hard," he teased, pulling my dick down to let it thwap up at the release.
"28," I corrected. "And how many have there been?" I laughed.
"Enough," he grinned. He gave my meat another look then said, "All right." And like that, the former baseball star, a man whose card I'd collected as a kid, was now getting down to suck me off.
If it hadn't been for the alcohol, I would have blasted in 20 seconds. Instead, now, I enjoyed getting head from Bowers. The slow suckling, the gentle bobs, the vision of his mature muscled bod in front of me. I ran my hands through his silvery hair.
Grandaddy was gonna work for my load, all right, and that idea was enough to get me to cum.
"Jim!" I gasped, surprised at how quickly orgasm snuck up on me and wanting to warn him.
He was a trooper, readying himself or my cum and then steadily sucking it down as I shot good and heavy into his mouth.
"Like I say," he teased when he finally pulled off. "You fucking need a boyfriend, Moneyball." He gave my leg a gentle pat then stood up. Reaching over he picked up his water bottle. To rehydrate or to wash down the flavor of cum, I wasn't sure.
Sheepishly, I pulled my underwear and shorts back on. Crossing some boundaries with Bowers had been naughty fun and all, but this part felt awkward. I started imagining what life was going to be like in the clubhouse from now on.
But Bowers stood in front of me, unabashed being naked from the waist down. His pJim hung fat and heavy, past his low-hanger balls covered in silver hair. He was definitely a show-er, even if his hard on had measured big.
"The offer for pizza still stands, Ackerman," he said, his blue eyes now normal friendly rather than lusty in their gaze. "If you wanna stay."
"You sure?" I asked.
Jim shrugged. "I'm not gonna be offended if you dash off," he said. "I've done it plenty, you know."
"It's not that," I started to say. Then, "Well, maybe it is.... but if you're OK, I could definitely eat."
That made Jim chuckle. "All right. You a peperoni man?"
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The drunkenness was wearing off as we scarfed down the pizza. As I worked on the last slice, Jim came in with a freshly opened beer can for me, and one for him.
"I promised you a drink," he said.
"I figured that was just a pick up line," I replied. Something about sex made me feel I could be familiar with the man.
"Oh, it absolutely was," he said. "I'm not the most original guy in my lines."
I looked at his body. Relaxed on the couch. I calculated how his current body compared to a couple decades ago. I liked what Bowers had going on now, the contrast of hard and soft, muscled and aging. "You don't need killer lines when you have a killer bod," I said, flirting some.
Jim laughed but seemed into what I was saying. "You think I have a killer bod, Moneyball?"
I nodded. "Definitely." I looked at him openly. I wasn't gonna bone for round too but I was still feeling sexual. "That bug you?"
"Not at all," he said. He took a sip of beer and seemed to be looking me over, too. "You into older guys?"
"Not really," I answered. "At least not before you." I blushed as I admitted that. "Let's just say you're expanding my horizons, Jim."
He seemed to take that in. "You know, I haven't seen all your goods, Ackerman... feel like showing off a little for me?"
"You wanna see my body?" I confirmed.
"Yeah, I wanna see your fucking body," he said, leaning back into the couch cushion and spreading his legs.
I set down my beer and stood up. I peeled off my T-shirt, then undid my shorts. I spent a lot of time in the gym and had a pretty good body. By most standards it would be considered a great body, but being around professional players, I seemed more ordinary in comparison.
"Nice," Jim said. Genuinely into what I had going on. "Not just a pretty face, huh?"
I blushed. "I try, Jim."
"You do more than try... turn around," he instructed. He took in the view of my backside and my ass, before I turned back to face hi.
"Sorry, I'm getting a little chubbed." My dick was rising up and fast.
"That's hot," he said. With a concerted look he peeled off his polo shirt. I practically gasped when I saw that white-furred muscle. It was magnificent and everything I imagined Jim Bowers would be bare chested. Still had a lot of that ball-player power to him.
"Wow," I gasped. My dick was standing full up at the sight. "OK... I definitely have a thing for older men," I said. Then, "I hope you don't mind my saying that, Jim."
He gave a soft smile. "I don't mind, Dave." He leaned back and showed off his upper body some, inviting my gaze before he reached down to undo his shorts once more. They slipped off easily. I noticed that his legs were strong and sinewed but he had more muscle loss there than his upper bod.
His prick was fully and semi-firm but not throwing hard. "Think I can feel up some of that 28-year-old muscle?" he asked. Scooting down, he lay on the couch, face up and bared in his magnificent nakedness.
I took the invitation and went back to the couch to lie on top of this former star. I still had to pinch myself this was happening. The sex, but the whole evening. We both groaned as I made body contact, my hands on his chest and his on mine, while our cocks touched.
"So, Jim..." I started. "I don't wanna kill the vibe, but what's your deal?"
His hand traveled along my upper chest and over my arms. "I guess I reached a certain age and decided to stop having hang ups. Sex with guys is just easier these days."
"Yeah?" I asked.
He nodded. "A young guy... you can fool around with and he doesn't expect anything, you know?" I could feel his dick move against mine and instinctively I knew our heartbeats were synching up. "I'm not gonna lead you on, Ackerman.... not looking to date or anything, you know?"
"No offense, Jim," I said. "But I probably should stick to guys closer my own age to date."
"Probably, yeah," he laughed. His hands were now openly feeling up my back muscle as I lay on top of him. He was taller than me by two inches and had some more weight to him. It felt comforting and relaxed being naked in this position. Sexual but not we-gotta-fuck-now sexual. "If you ever feel like having fun with an old man, though..." he started.
"I definitely do," I answered. "I didn't think I'd be into this, actually," I blushed.
"Be into what?" he asked.
"The age gap," I said.
He got an impish look on his face. "You into the Granddaddies, huh?"
Fuck, I hissed. It was such a naughty thing, but it made my dick jerk, which made Jim laugh.
He patted my bare ass. "Listen, bud. I'm 69. I'm not gonna be able to get it on twice in one night. But if you feel like staying over..."
"Yeah, I'd like that," I said.
He kissed, softly. And soon we were making out. Feeling each other up. I could have gone for a round two for sure, but I didn't need to. And that made this all the better, just connecting nude body to nude body with Jim's mature veteran-baller build.
By the time we got up off the couch, I was dripping precum heavily on that swirl of silvery hair on Jim's stomach. I was rock hard as I helped him up and helped him tidy up everything and take plates and cans back to the kitchen. Eventually my erection flagged but Jim didn't make a move to put clothes back on, so I didn't either.
I was starting to second guess myself. This was a man I'd see around work. Maybe this was gonna get complicated, real fast, even if we weren't looking for anything serious.
He had a spare toothbrush for me and set out some towels if I wanted to use them. I looked in myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I often went back and forth in my self esteem, feeling cocky about my looks, then feeling all sorts of self doubt about my body and how I compared to whatever perfect guy I imagined or lusted after. But I saw myself in Jim's eyes. Maybe he went for me because I was an out gay guy, maybe an easy target. Maybe he liked that I had that nerdy but fit thing going on. Whatever it was, I was glad I'd spent the last couple of years hitting the weights and eating well.
He was already under the covers when I joined him in the king sized bed.
"Thanks for a fun evening, Ackerman," he said, his voice now sleepy. It was later than I realized.
"God, Jim, it's been wild."
"I don't normally have guys sleep over," he said. Maybe wanting me not to get any ideas.
"I don't always sleep over when they ask," I said.
He smirked. "All right, bud... ready for some sleep?"
"Yeah," I said.
And I watched his thick muscle bunch as he leaned over to turn off the light.
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"Hey buddy," Jim Bowers said as he ushered me inside. I didn't always come over to his place. Sometimes the legendary veteran would swing by my condo for some no-strings fun before work, or after playing golf. I'd enjoying giving him a nice BJ - it was kind of my big challenge and thrill, getting used the girth and length of Big Jim's meat and getting off on our age gap. The latter was just as thrilling when Jim would have me kick back for his turn at reciprocating.
We even snuck in a BJ in a parking lot once, but while the risk felt fun, it was, well, risky.
I'd worried this would mess up things at work. Bowers wasn't my boss, but he held a senior position in the front office org chart, an advisor to my big boss. Yet the man was completely normal after our first hook up. It relaxed me for when he hit me up for a second time. Then another.
Sometimes it felt like a booty call, sometimes we grabbed a bite and a beer after sex. It was all good.
But today was different. Big Jim said he wanted to fuck me.
He was looking incredible now, shirtless and showing off that mature muscle, dusted with silver hair.
"Hey Jim," I said, stepping in. We met for a quick kiss, which became not a quick one. I could tell the ex-pro was really worked up today, and despite my nervousness, I was, too. We laughed a little at how horny we were when I finally broke the connection and stepped back.
"You look amazing," I said.
He flexed a little. Best of all, I could see that heavy dick in his mesh shorts. Not hanging either but boned up into a hard ridge. The man was in heat.
"How much you work out?" I asked. It had been on my mind for a while. For a man his age, Bowers was very well preserved.
Big Jim didn't miss a beat. "A hell of a lot, Moneyball," he said with a smirk. He cocked his head back toward his bedroom. "Feel like getting down to it? Or you want a drink or something?"
My heart fluttered a little bit. "I'm horny as fuck," I replied. "But I won't lie: I'm a little scared."
"Scared? Why?" Jim asked. I realized he was sincere in his question. Like it hadn't occurred to him.
"For starters, I don't bottom much," I said, then nodded down to his crotch. "And then there's that beast you got between your legs."
That made Bowers smile. I probably wasn't the first to compliment his endowment and wouldn't be the last. But the ego boost was appreciated. "You seem to like it."
"Hell yeah I like," I said. "I love it," I added in admission. "But that's a lot of dick to take."
He chuckled, stepping up to me, and running his fingers along my cheek. "You're overthinking it, Ackerman. Let's just enjoy this."
Easy for him to say, I thought. But something about him was charming me. The weathered face, the sea blue eyes, the craggly voice. I was gonna go with it. "All right, lead the way," I hissed.
I peeled off my T-shirt and shorts as I stepped into his bedroom. I'd learned to go commando for these hookups and as I freed my meat, my dick firmed up quickly as Jim pulled down the sheets and then slid down his shorts.
I saw one reason for that massive hardon. Bowers had a cock ring on, which made that dick firmer than normal. He saw where I was looking. "Hope you don't mind the ring, bud. Just gives a little more insurance at my age."
I crawled on the bed and showed how little I minded it. Scooting forward, I let Big Jim guide that hard meat to my mouth.
"Yes...." he grunted as I sucked in a few inches, then choked down another. I was getting better at this. My face blushed as I sucked, my bare ass up for Jim's gaze. I wasn't used for being so bottomy, so open in servicing with a guy, but it was a fun new mode. Particularly as I smelled Bowers' clean soapy scent and could see the silvery crotch hair in front of me.
He put his hands on his hips and let me do the work. The man loved a BJ. I mean, who doesn't? But Jim seemed to really crave oral sex. I half thought he'd change his mind today and let me get him off with my mouth. I'd cleaned myself out and prepped for anal, but a part of me wouldn't have been upset with a change of plans.
But I felt his hand on my head, nudging me back.
"Lie back," he urged.
I scrambled back, letting Big Jim see my naked body. The man got off on my youth, on the fact he had a 20-something stud in his bed. He'd told me as much, but his eyes confirmed it now as he stood next to the bed and pumped some lube into his hand, fisting that rock hard granddaddy meat.
"I hope to god you don't think you're just gonna ram that thing up me," I said in a nervous joking tone.
He grinned and shook his head. "Relax, Ackerman, I know what I'm doing." He got on the bed, his core contracting as he shifted his weight forward. Our lips met for a second and I took a moment to feel up that mature brawn. It was still a head fuck that I was having sex with THE Jim Bowers. Even if he wasn't quite my main childhood idle or on my favorite team growing up, I used to watch watch him play all the time, and it felt like I was in the presence of a legend.
He leaned up and I took in that view of Bowers's strong shoulder muscle and thick arms. He gave a couple of soft kisses along my abs as he scooted down. "Lift 'em up, buddy," he urged.
I was nervous but I wanted this, I decided. It had been a solid year since I'd bottomed, but I was getting in the mood now. As I pulled back my legs, Big Jim was gonna get me all the way there. He leaned in and I felt his breath and his five o clock stubble before his tongue darted out to lick me.
Here was a man of surprises, all right. Jim Bowers was really into eating ass. It tickled at first, and I fought to keep the tickling sensation from overwhelming me. It was just my body's defensiveness. It was half mental, but also the unfamiliarity of having my ass stimulated. But Jim's tongue pressed deeper in, and the feeling changed. Rawer, more overtly sexual.
"God," I grunted. It was a mind fuck, too, looking down at this older man, almost 70, going to town on my hole. And me letting him.
He took his time but I could tell he was horny now. After a minute or so he leaned up and let out a soft growl of approval. "Hot hole, Dave," he said, timing the pressing of his first finger perfectly. It was lubed, and I enjoyed the thickness of his digit entering me. He dug around some, worming my sphincter open more before diving in for another rim job.
"You got nice and clean for me, buddy," he said with approval.
"Yeah," I replied, holding my legs back and letting him prepare me. Alternating rimming with more fingering. Pretty soon he was focused on the latter, two then three then two then three fingers, drizzling more lube at the connecting spot.
He looked down at me, horny. Maybe that cock was viagra-ed up or maybe the cock ring was doing all the work. But it was steel rigid.
He pulled his hand back and lined up that heavy, hard meat. "You got this, man..." was all he said, before I felt that dull stinging of his penetration.
"Fuck!" I cried. Not in pain but more in fear.
He held steady, an inch of that fat dick wedged in my ring. "You're tight as hell," he observed. "Just relax, Ackerman."
"I'm trying!" I laughed.
Jim smiled. God he was so handsome and sexy. I didn't think I'd ever be into a guy pushing 70, but at that moment I knew I really was. He pulled back and fisted that big meat. I felt bad I was extra work to get in. But he leaned in and kissed me some. Sensual, tongue-heavy kissing while his fingers went back down to work my hole again.
I was ready this time. He broke the kiss but didn't pull back entirely. Deftly he placed that dong at my hole and applied just the right amount of force. And like that I had three solid inches of Jim Bowers' fatness in me.
I clenched my teeth and gripped his biceps in automatic response.
His eyes challenged mine. "You got this," he assured me. More confident than I was. More pressure was pushing that very wet, very lubed phallus into me. I was tight but also enjoying that stretching feeling. Maybe because Big Jim was going slow.
He nodded at me, his face now serious, not very sexual and horny. "You feel SO fucking good on my dick buddy," he growled in a low voice. That gravely Bowers voice. "You gonna make your Granddad feel good?"
We'd tossed back the granddaddy term. For me it was an extension of "daddy" - a daddy with a few extra years. Mature like Jim. But now that term hit me in a pervy place. My bowels unclenched and welcomed all of that magnificent cock into me.
"Yeah you are," Big Jim hissed.
"God, Granddad..." I moaned, hesitant at first, trying it out.
"I got ya, boy," he said, more aloud as he began his first thrust. Not hard, but a real fuck thrust into me. With Jim's size, it felt like a lot and was rapidly rearranging my previous assumptions - of being mostly top, of not being into grandpas.
His hips swiveled slowly as I held his muscular body and welcomed him into me. I felt like we weren't just having sex. We were mating. I was being owned from the inside out. I didn't normally feel whorish with a guy, but Big Jim was pushing some button deep inside me. Physically and psychologically.
"Fuck me, Jim!" I said, more assertively now. "Fuck me, Granddad."
His lips curled up and he threw more force into his thrusts. I was ready for it now. Unbelievably I was enjoying this. It was intense as hell, like it could become uncomfortable at any moment, but my ass felt alive, and I felt alive beneath this man, who was fucking for his pleasure. The lube on his cock kept my guts from clenching down too hard on his pistoning shaft, or when I did they didn't have anything to grip onto. The man was fucking me unimpeded.
I looked into his wrinkled, weathered, handsome face. Imagining how many groupies he'd nailed over the years. How easy it must have been for him to get laid in his prime. How easy it was for him now.
I didn't think a hands-free cum was a possibility for me. Maybe technically it wasn't since Big Jim's soft belly fur and belly were rubbing against my rigid cock. But I started cumming hard.
"Jim!" I exclaimed, feeling that immense pleasure rising up from deep within me.
That excited him all right. He fucked me and fucked me hard. Fast even, eager to maximize the sensations on his mature cock. "Right behind ya, kid," he grunted.
The idea he was gonna nut in me thrilled me and made another shot of cum push out of my cock.
I love watching men cum and seeing Big Jim in full orgasm was incredible. His older muscle tensing up and his voice sounding older as he cried out. Then him relaxing in tired stillness on top of me for a second before he moved his head to give me a soft kiss and pushed up to relieve the brunt of his bulk on top of me.
I felt that thickness retreat and plop out of me. I felt slutty and maybe not in a good way as Big Jim's cum ran out of my used hole. But in every other way I felt happy and satisfied. Especially seing the smile on the man's face as he rolled off and lay next to me, nudging my chin playfully.
"You were a trooper, Moneyball," he said finally.
"I don't know if I should have enjoyed that so much," I admitted.
"Why the hell not?" Big Jim challenged me.
"Long answer or short answer?" I replied.
"Let's start with the short."
"Maybe I'm a little kinkier than I realized."
Jim shrugged and leaned up, sitting back against one of the pillows. "Nothing wrong with that, fella."
I copied his move, but not before shaking out the cramps from my legs. My ass hole felt loose and wet but the new sitting position made it less exposed. "So the Granddad thing..." I didn't even know what I wanted to ask, but I knew I had to check in with Jim.
He chuckled. "Seems to get you going, buddy. It's a little weird, I guess," he added. "I mean, I have grandkids and all. But I figure this is something different altogether."
"It is," I assured him. I looked down at my body. Dick well sated, cum smeared on my belly and chest. "I'm a fricking mess."
Jim agreed. "Let's get you cleaned up, Moneyball." He slid out of bed and extended his hand to help me up. At that moment, despite being much younger I felt weaker from the sexual exhaustion. "If you have evening plans, that's cool, but I feel like I owe you a nice dinner for putting out like that."
I enjoyed this camaraderie and enjoyed the shower we shared together. A chance to soap up his mature body. A part of me worried if I should be seen in public extensively with Bowers, alone with him, but we did work together and I'm sure could come up with a reason if anyone saw us.
Then as Jim soaped me up from behind and pulled me into his sudsy wet body, that fat dong there, the one that had given me what felt like a second deflowering... I realized Big Jim was right. I was overthinking it.
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I saw a post recently about how a Tumblr girl must’ve grown up and invaded Netflix in order to cast Jamie Campbell Bower and Tom Sturridge, and now that She-Hulk just obsessed over and revealed the status of Captain America’s virginity, I think it’s safe to say that we have successfully started our invasion of ALL major streaming platforms. Continue doing the Lord’s work, fellow adult Tumblrinas!
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Canaan Valley National Wildlife Refuge, Part 2. Had Allegheny Power gotten its way 40 years ago, the land included as part of this idyllic refuge would today be the muddy bottom of a lake formed by damming the Blackwater River. The power company proposed turning the largest and most botanically-diverse high-elevation wetlands complex east of the Rocky Mountains into a “recreation destination” (e.g., overpriced tourist trap similar to nearby Deep Creek, Maryland) so it could execute a sketchy pump and release hydroelectric scheme. Thankfully, the US Army Corps of Engineers refused to issue a permit, and the nation has been since been rewarded with its 500th national wildlife refuge.
From top: the open grasslands of the refuge, which are actively managed similar to prairies in the Midwest to increase wildlife diversity, black-eyed Susan (Rudbeckia hirta), one of the primary benefactors of the open grasslands; flat-topped white aster (Doellingeria umbellata), also known as parasol white-top, a tall, grand late summer aster of the Appalachia’s higher elevations; a thistle seed pod, which draws hordes of goldfinches; field milkwort (Polygala sanguinea), also known as purple milkwort, a field-loving beauty that deserves more attention from native wildflower gardeners; the spindly seed pods of virgin’s bower (Clematis virginiana), another harbinger of autumn’s impending approach; and a tranquil stretch of the Blackwater River, just before it exits the valley in a violent spasm and descends in pure chaos through the boulder-strewn Blackwater Canyon. 
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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: series masterlist | a new preacher comes to your town, and you’re overwhelmed by him. you try to keep away from father james, but, the more you see him and the more he kisses your hand, the more you realize that staying away won’t be so easy. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jamie bower x fem!reader (rpf) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7k 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, heavy breeding kink (the last line of the song is literally "i'm coming inside" are u kidding me), preacher kink, praise kink, religious themes, age gap (reader is early 20s, jamie is 34), jamie has a huge god complex omg 𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been working on this on again and off again since the music video came out in august, so take it before it drives me more insane than it already has lol
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All morning, you could have sworn the preacher was looking at you. 
It was a hot summer Sunday morning, one where you wore your nicest dress, just as your mother had told you to. You had forgotten how hot it got at home; after being at college for the past few years, you had gotten acclimated to the big city, and you couldn't remember what home was like. 
To be honest, you had been dreading church. You had lied to your parents when you told them that you had kept up the habit while at college, and you despised the thought of wasting a good Sunday morning, even though you were on vacation. No matter what, you had gotten up and gotten dressed, and you were tailing behind your parents as they led the charge into the church. 
The building itself was miniscule, surrounded by the desert on all sides, set apart from the rest of town. Your hometown was small, so small that people usually only lumped it in with the nearby biggest city and didn’t know that your town even existed on its own. But it did, and, in a town like that, everybody knew everybody else’s business. 
Which made the preacher all that more confusing to you. 
You could vaguely remember your mother telling you about the appearance of a new preacher at your church after the former pastor retired. It had been months ago, and you only remembered the name she had told you: James Bower. There were other details as well, something about him being young and British, but you didn’t really listen too closely to that phone call with your mother. She had been going on and on about church and you tended to tune that out. 
“Mom,” you said quickly as you approached the church, seeing the door hanging open, welcoming everyone inside. Standing at the open door was a man, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, a black hat covering his head and shading his face. He was older than you, but also younger than your parents, and he was shaking hands with every man that walked in front of him and setting kisses on the ladies’ cheeks. “Who is that?” 
“Oh, that’s Father James,” your mother told you, sucking at the back of her teeth for a moment. “I told you about him, he replaced Father Nicholas.”
“Yeah, I remember you telling me,” you said softly. “He’s just… Younger than I thought.” And, by the flashes of a sharp jawline and deadly eyes that you could see as you approached, he was far more attractive than you would have taken a man like him for. 
“He’s good,” your mother said carefully, as if she was controlling her tongue. “Cares about what he preaches about, really believes it.” 
“That’s good,” you mumbled. 
Finally, it was your turn to be greeted by the preacher, and you were struck uncharacteristically silent by him. His voice, a deep baritone timbre, got under your skin as he greeted your mother with a kiss, and he gave your father a firm handshake. “And who do we have here?” Father James Bower asked, his steel-blue eyes cutting you with his gaze. 
You could tell instantly: this man would be trouble. “This is our daughter,” your mother said. “Visiting from college.” 
“Ah, yes,” Father James said, his lips stretching into a smile. He took your hand in his, his skin rough and dry but lovely to feel, and he pressed his lips to your fingers, greeting you with an old-fashioned kiss. “Your mother told me stories about you.” 
“Good stories, I hope?” you chuckled lightly, and Father James’ smile stayed as he dropped your hand. 
“Only the best,” he told you. 
“I’ve heard about you too, Father James,” you said, and you watched something flicker in his eyes, a quiet kind of recognition, although what he was recognizing, you had no idea. 
“Good things?” he teased, and you smiled coyly at him. Two could play that game. 
“Oh, no, awful things,” you said, and your mother laughed. “Just the worst.” 
“I guess I’ll have to redeem myself,” Father James said. “I think Marjorie saved you lot a seat in the front; what a dear.” Your mother and father surged ahead, finding the seats that Father James indicated, but a quick and tight grip to your wrist kept you in place. 
Father James held you back, his thumb smoothing nicely down your wrist, and he lifted your hand back to his mouth, kissing your fingers again. “And that’ll be Jamie to you, love,” he said softly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “You can drop that James business.” 
“If you say so, Father” you said softly. 
“Don’t call me that, either,” he said. “Just Jamie.” 
“Jamie,” you said and you sighed out a deep breath. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
The service was odd. By all accounts, it was a perfectly good service, normal by all means, but something about the young and handsome Father James (or Jamie, as he told you) leading the sermon was different in a way that you couldn’t tell if you liked or not. Your mother was right— he obviously cared about what he preached, that morning’s work set on the sin of temptation, and he raised his voice and delivered his sermon with an expert hand. 
But he was looking at you the whole time. He was borderline staring at you, and you shifted in your seat, wondering what was the matter. Of course, you could think the obvious— that he was thinking of you as he preached on temptation, you, the pretty young thing that had walked through his doors— but it felt wrong to even consider that Jamie would stoop that low. He was a man of God, no matter how unconventional he looked with his rings and gold bracelets and the tattoos on his middle fingers.
You got to speak with him further after the service, while everyone was leaving the house of God. You stepped outside with a shiver, despite the sticky heat, and your mother grabbed your hand as she told you that she was going to bring the car around. “Maybe you should go to talk to James,” she said. “He always looks so lonely, and it seems like he likes you.”
“Likes me?” you echoed. 
“He didn’t kiss my hand twice,” your mother said with a shrug. “He didn’t ask me to call him Jamie.” You followed your mother’s gaze to just on the other side of the small wooden bridge, to a little garden, where Jamie stood, looking out of place in his all-black attire, looking down at the ground as his hand rubbed his chin. 
“Are you encouraging me to find romance with your preacher?” you asked with a smile, and your mother rolled her eyes. 
“Maybe not romance,” she said. “You’re too young for that. But friendship, definitely.” 
You weren’t too young for that, you knew it, but you understood what she meant. Don’t fall in love with the preacher. That should be easy. You approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him if he was lost in thought, but he turned those devilish steel-blue eyes to you in an instant. “You,” he said lightly, dropping his hand. 
“Me,” you shrugged. “I, umm, really liked your sermon.” 
“Thank you, love,” Jamie said. A moment passed where he watched you, and he suddenly said, “You’re lying to your parents.” 
“Excuse me?” you asked. “What do you mean—”
“You don’t go to church when you’re at university,” Jamie said quickly. “I can tell, you looked completely lost the whole time.” 
“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself, and, when Jamie nodded, you muttered, “Fuck!” 
“How long are you in town?” Jamie asked. His hands drifted to his pants, digging into his pocket, and he extracted a lean carton of cigarettes, along with a lighter. He was quick to push a cigarette in-between his lips, and you watched as he lit it up. 
“Oh!” you said quickly. You were staring, just like he was. “Umm, just until Friday.”
“One more week,” Jamie laughed, blowing the smoke from his mouth. “I bet you can’t wait to go back to your friends and your little sinful ways, can you?” 
“What makes you think I live in sin?” you asked. The exchange felt playful, not necessarily too mean-spirited, and Jamie grinned around his cigarette. 
“I know girls like you,” he said. “You wear your little dresses and sing your little hymns, but it’s all a disguise to cover up the way you really live. I bet you’ve even kissed a boy, haven’t you?” He put on a shocked look, like he was truly disappointed, and it made you laugh.
“You’ve got me figured out,” you chuckled. Then, a boldness washed over you, and you couldn’t control the way you added, “And I’ve done a lot more than kiss a few boys.” 
Jamie raised his dark eyebrows at you, plucking his cigarette from between his lips. “You have?” he asked. “Anything you need to repent for? I am a preacher, after all, I can help.” 
“No, nothing like that. I just…” You shrugged, and mumbled, “Okay. You’ve got me. I haven’t done anything like that.” 
“Why did you say you did?” Jamie asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 
“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “To make you like me, I guess. Guys like girls who know about that stuff, right?”
“Oh, little lamb,” Jamie cooed softly. “I used to run around with some bad guys when I was your age, I’ve got the marks to prove it,  and I had my fill of girls who were trying to impress me. I like you more, knowing that you’re a good girl who hasn’t done anything of that sort.” He smoked for a moment, blowing it at the ground, and he added, “You should be going.” 
“Why?” you asked. “Have I done something wrong?” 
“No, you didn’t,” Jamie said. “But I might.”
“What do you mean?” you asked. 
“I really want to kiss you,” Jamie told you, and your heart slammed against your ribcage at his confession. 
“Is that…” you began. “Is that allowed?”
“Allowed, yes,” Jamie said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “But, frowned upon? Very much so.” 
“Why?” you asked. “Is it me?” 
“No, darling, it’s not you,” Jamie said. “I’m a man of God. I can’t just kiss any girl, I need to have intentions about it, and my intentions… My thoughts about you… Are less than worthy of a man like myself.” 
Lightning rocked your belly, and you took a step backwards. “Oh,” you said. “I understand. Umm… Yeah, it’ll be good if I leave.” Jamie nodded silently in agreement, finishing up his cigarette, and you mumbled, “Will I see you on Wednesday? At night service? I bet my parents will make me go.” 
“Yes, you will,” Jamie replied. He hesitated for a moment, his mouth open, obviously wanting to say something, and he finally added, “Wear something white.” 
“Why?”
Jamie looked at you with those paralyzing blue eyes, and he said, “You’re as beautiful as an angel. You should dress like one.” 
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You hardly got any sleep that night. Between bouts of nightmares— nothing you could remember but left you with a nasty feeling when you woke up hyperventilating— you were plagued by the idea of Jamie. 
Every time you closed your eyes, you could only see him. His blond hair, his blue eyes, his plush lips, that smile that bordered goodness and badness. As you laid awake in your small bed, the tiny one you had grown up in, you wondered what he was doing. Was he asleep, as you too should be? Maybe he was up, working on a sermon. A selfish part of you allowed yourself to think that, perhaps, he was awake, thinking of you. 
That idea made your thighs tingle. You knew how terrible it was to think of your preacher like that, but he had said it himself. His intentions with you weren’t worthy of a man of God. Jamie had basically confessed to wanting to kiss you and maybe even more, and you hadn’t been brave enough to challenge him on it. You regretted your timidness, and you buried your head under your pillow as you tried to get any sleep at all.
This routine continued for days. Nightmares, then Jamie. Jamie, then more nightmares. You didn’t see him during the day, so you were left with only the memory of your two tiny interactions. You could remember the way his blond hair had swayed in the wind as he smoked, the faint hint of his cologne carrying on the air as he kissed your hand; you couldn’t escape him. You knew that, the next time you saw him, you had to tell him. 
Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to see Jamie. Wednesday night came around quickly, and you tore apart your closet looking for the little white sundress that you knew you still had from when you were in high school. You’re as beautiful as an angel, his accent rang in your head as you tugged the dress over your head, and you sighed at yourself in the mirror. The irony wasn’t lost on you— dressing like an angel, yet still tempting the preacher. You wondered what he would do when he saw you; would he try to kiss you again? Maybe he wouldn’t do anything, and he would keep up the game of cat and mouse that you had. Honestly, you liked it. Being wanted was nice, but there was something fun about being desired and not being allowed to act on those desires. It made everything sweeter. 
Your parents didn’t say anything as you exited your room, grabbing a thin sweater just in case it was cold in the sanctuary (it never was, but your mother urged you to come prepared). The car ride was quiet, and your hands shook as your father parked in the small lot, steadying yourself for meeting Jamie. 
He stood at the door to the church again, greeting everyone as they came in. He wore a dark wide-brimmed hat, his usual suit, the shirt buttons done all the way up to his slender throat. He looked cool and smooth, and he grinned like a cat when he saw you. You had never felt more like a mouse in your life, and you gratefully took his hand into yours. 
“My, oh my,” Jamie said, his eyes scanning your frame. You should have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but you didn’t, despite the obviously hungry look in his light eyes. Even if he hadn't told you about his intentions, it wouldn't be hard to figure out why he was looking at you. “Who is this vision in white I see before me?” 
Your face went warm, and you managed to mutter out, “Thank you, Father.” Jamie did his usual kisses to your fingers, which only served to make your face go even hotter. You felt like everyone was looking at you but somehow, Jamie’s soft eyes soothed you. It seemed like nothing bad could happen so long as you were in Jamie's arms. Knowing this, you tugged him close by his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his smooth cheek, and you heard him draw in a quick breath at your meager affection. 
“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie told you. His cheeks tinged just a shade of pink, not even enough to really call it a blush— if you didn’t know any better, you would have attributed it to the heat and dry air. “I’d like to speak to you after the service, if that’s possible.” 
“Of course,” you told him. “Am I in trouble?” 
“Oh, no,” Jamie said. “Quite the opposite. I’d like to discuss our relationship; or where I’d like it to go, that is.”
You swallowed thickly, nervously, and you said, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”
Like on Sunday, Jamie’s sermon was beautiful. He spoke with power and grace, and you could hardly believe it when the end of it came. You could watch him speak for hours and never get bored of it. You stayed sitting in the pew as your parents stood, and your mother furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Are you alright?” she asked, and you picked at the bottom of your dress. 
“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m alright. Jamie just said he wanted to talk to me after the sermon.”
“Oh,” your mother said. “What about?”
“I’m not sure,” you lied. “I think he might try to ask me on a date.” 
Your mother ground her back teeth; you could see her annoyance. “Make good decisions with him,” she said. “Don’t let him be let astray.” 
“I won’t, Mom,” you told her, your stomach twisting. You knew that you absolutely were leading him astray, but maybe he had a good plan on how to keep your relationship pure. Based on the way he was talking to you on Sunday, though, there was no way you could stay pure with him. “Jamie is good, I won’t do anything bad to him.” 
Jamie stood at his altar as everyone slowly filed out, making kind conversation with the people who approached him, and you watched him as you chewed on your bottom lip. He looked so good, and you crossed your legs as you waited. Finally, the last person left, the heavy wooden doors banging closed behind them, and Jamie turned his gaze towards you. 
Silently, he stepped away from the altar and towards you, the heavy heels of his boots clicking against the creaky wood floors. “You look beautiful,” Jamie told you as he sat down next to you, pulling off his hat and ruffling up his blond hair. 
You nodded anxiously. “You do too,” you told him. “Very handsome.” 
“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie said. “Now, I wanted to speak to you about… Us. I think it’s obvious that I can’t go on being polite and nice with you.” 
“Is it?” you asked. “I mean, you said you wanted to kiss me—“
“You sweet girl,” Jamie said with a little pout. “Did you really not know? I want to ruin you.” 
“Oh,” you said sharply. “I-I mean, I figured, but I didn’t want to say anything and assume a-and then make a fool out of myself.” 
“No fools here,” Jamie said. His hand touched your thigh, his hand impossibly warm against you, and you laid a gentle hand on top of his, letting your fingers nudge his. “I like knowing what you’re thinking. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 
“Honestly?” you asked with a sigh, and Jamie nodded. “How badly I wish you would kiss me.” 
Quickly, he leaned into you, and he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and simple, and you leaned into him as his hand raised to gently touch your cheek. His rings were cool against your skin, and you pressed yourself closer to him as he held you carefully. He tasted like cigarettes and warm skin, all man and all Jamie, and he gently smoothed his teeth against your bottom lip, biting just enough to make you smile, before he fell away from you. He didn’t pull away completely, though, touching his forehead against yours and taking a deep breath. “Good,” he whispered. “Now I’d like to do something else.” 
“What is that?” you asked. 
“I think I’d like to make love to you,” Jamie told you. “Only if you want that, though.” 
You nodded quickly. “I want that,” you told him. “But, um, I’m a little nervous.” 
“Because you’ve never done it before?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly. “We don’t have to. I’d be happy to take you to dinner and drop you off back at your house, leaving you completely intact.” 
“Or…” you started. “You could fuck me here and now, and give into temptation.” 
“Oh, I’d love to do that,” Jamie said softly. He tilted his head, as if contemplating kissing you again. “I’d really love to… Tell me to stop and I will.” 
“I won’t,” you breathed, and you met him for another kiss. This one was instantly more, instantly hungrier, his warm tongue snaking between your lips and into your mouth as he held you close. His hands grabbed your waist and he tugged you close, and he broke the kiss to take a deep breath. His hands smoothed down to your thighs, and he pulled you into his lap, your legs parting wide to envelop his hips. He pulled at your pretty sundress as he kissed you again, and you carded your fingers through his hair as he claimed you again, chasing you into a hungry kiss. 
Your hips rocked down onto his as your knees pressed into the hard wood of the pew, aching just a little, and Jamie’s hand pressed into your ass and shoved your hips down onto him as his bucked up into you. You felt his hardness through his trousers, pressing up into you, and you gasped at the feeling. “How long’s it been?” you whispered, and Jamie pressed his forehead to yours again before stealing another quick kiss. 
“Years,” he mumbled. “S’nice not to have to do this myself.” 
“You masturbate?” you asked with a giggle. “Naughty preacher.” 
You yelped as his hand came down onto your ass, spanking you hard, the sound of it reverberating through the empty sanctuary. “I’m a grown man,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I have needs. As of Sunday, though, I’ve been insatiable.” 
“Lucky me,” you smiled, and Jamie gave you a half-smile, more of a smirk than anything. “You gonna fuck me hard?” 
“Keep talking to me like that and I just might,” Jamie chuckled. “You have no idea what I’ve imagined as I fucked my hand. It’s like I told you, I want to ruin you.” 
“Ruin me,” you begged him, leaning forward and kissing his smooth neck. Your hands fell from his hair and down to his shirt, and you started to unbutton his shirt. The more skin you exposed, the more ink you saw, and you gaped at him as you smoothed your hands down his shaved chest. He was covered in tattoos, all on his chest and sternum and belly, and your mouth watered at the sight of them. “Oh my God…” 
“I told you, I used to run around with a bad crowd,” Jamie told you, his hands pressing upwards into your dress. “Rock music and girls, it was… But this is better. You are better than all of that.” 
“You flatter me,” you laughed. “You haven’t had me yet.” 
Jamie shrugged. “I know a good fuck when I see one,” he said. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” 
“Stop it,” you mumbled as you blushed,  and Jamie grabbed handfuls of your ass, rucking your dress up past your hips. “What made you want to join the church?” 
“I grew up going,” Jamie told you as your hands fell to his pants, playing with his belt but not undoing it. Your heart beat deep inside your chest at the prospect of undressing him and seeing his cock, a sort of anxious glee making your heart race, and you listened intently as Jamie told you his story. “Me, my brothers… But when I was young, your age, I rebelled against it and had a sinful lifestyle, all of that that I told you about… But I got tired of that. I got tired of existing just for pleasure and sin, and I turned back to the church to guide me. But then you— You came into my life just a few days ago, and I already know that you’re what I was made for. I was made to guide you, to help you… I’m not supposed to be here like this, but I can pray for forgiveness for this one night.” 
“I’ve never believed in this sort of stuff,” you admitted. “But maybe, with your guidance, I can find a way to come back home.” 
“I’d do anything for you,” Jamie said. “Now, little lamb, I need to be inside you.” 
“Need you too,” you mumbled, and you finally resolved yourself to open his pants. You undid his belt and tugged it out of the loops, and your fingers shakily went for the button and zipper, pulling it down. “Jamie, I’m a little nervous.” 
“That’s okay,” Jamie said. “That makes me feel better, I’m terrified. But I need you more than I’m scared of you.” 
“Me too,” you told him. You took a deep breath and reached your hand down into his trousers, and your hand was quickly filled by his hard cock. He felt thick and heavy and hot, and you pulled him from out of his pants to get a proper look at him. His cock was flushed red, uncut, with a bead of creamy pre-cum already leaking from his tip. “Oh, wow.” 
“Like what you see?” Jamie chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl all mooney-eyed over my cock. I almost missed it.” 
“It looks really…” you started. “Umm… Big. Will it fit?” 
Jamie laughed, his big smile on display for you. “Will it fit?” he repeated. “Of course it will. I’ll make it.” 
Your skin prickled at his words, and his hands moved from your ass to your front, nudging your panties aside with his slender fingers. His rough fingertips slipped against your skin, feeling you and the little bit of wetness that you had leaking from you. You had been wet ever since Jamie had first kissed you, and Jamie leaned up and gave you another quick kiss as his fingers danced at your cunt. “Are you ready, little lamb?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly before he sank one, long finger inside you. 
You gasped, grabbing hard at his shoulders to keep yourself upright, and Jamie leaned in and kissed at your neck as his finger stroked you from the inside. “Jamie!” you squealed, and he grinned into your neck. 
“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he whispered, and you nodded, digging your nails into his skin. “Good, good girl. Make it hurt, baby.” 
“Jamie,” you groaned as he withdrew from you for a moment before pushing back in, fucking you slowly on his finger. “Want more, God.” 
Jamie continued to kiss your neck as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch of your pussy around him making you whimper in pain and pleasure. Make it hurt, he said. It certainly did, but you loved it. You looked down at yourself, and you drank in the sight of his tattooed fingers plunging deep inside you, the cross on his middle finger shining with your wet. It was so sinful, but Jamie was right; you could pray for forgiveness and God would grant it. Maybe you could even pray together. 
“Need you,” you moaned and worked your hips down onto his fingers, taking him deeper. Your body craved him in a way you had never felt before, hot and needy, and you squirmed in his arms as you tried to get more of him. 
“It’ll hurt if I fuck you now,” Jamie told you, and you kissed him deep, tasting every inch of his mouth. He grunted a bit, then tugged away from your mouth, and he pulled his fingers from you, pressing his hands to either side of your face. “Darling, I know you’re needy, such a sweet little thing you are, but I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. And I’m not ready yet.” 
You pouted and whined, and Jamie pouted back at you, mocking you. “I know, little lamb,” he said. “But I want to take my time with you and savor my sin.” 
“Savor your sin,” you scoffed. “Please, Jamie, I’m ready!”
“I like the way you say my name,” Jamie mumbled, as if he were really thinking about it, and his hands danced in your hair, pushing it back from your face. “If I put my cock in you now, you mustn't get upset at how quickly I finish… It’s been years for me.” 
“I won’t,” you said softly. “I won’t be upset with you.” 
“Alright,” Jamie agreed. “Open your legs a little wider, you’re gonna ride my cock.” 
You did as he told you, parting your thighs even more severely than before, and he grabbed tight at your hips. He guided your hips with his strong grip, his azure eyes watching your every move, and you held his shoulders tightly as he touched the burning head of his cock to your quivering hole. “You ready?” he asked, and you nodded eagerly, your belly flipping. It was really about to happen; you were really about to give your virginity to your preacher. And, God, you had never wanted anything so badly. “Put your full weight on me, don’t be afraid to.” 
“Okay,” you agreed, and Jamie continued his guidance, pulling you down further and further, his hot cock sliding between your sticky folds and into you. The first intrusion punched the breath from your lungs, and you gasped, and Jamie smiled wickedly. This man was no angel; he was a devil, maybe even the Devil, come to corrupt you and bring you into his palace of sin. You loved the hot flame in your chest, and you sealed your fate with a kiss, biting his plush bottom lip. 
“My sweet lamb,” Jamie mumbled, pulling his lips from your teeth. “Feels like heaven inside you… Fuck, this is just what I wanted.”
Without warning, Jamie bucked his hips up into you, burying himself up to his balls inside your cunt, and you gasped loudly at the sudden fullness. You had never realized how empty you felt until you were full of him, and suddenly the world seemed to snap into sharp perspective. Your life had been dull without him, not so shiny and bright; your life, you, had been empty. It wasn’t God’s love that could fix this feeling; it was Jamie’s love. Intentions be damned, you needed him. You would get on your knees and worship your lover and, knowing him, he would relish the prayers of his name and make you pray louder. 
“Jamie,” you whimpered, hanging your head and hiding in his warm neck. He smelled good, like the musk of a man and cigarettes and cologne, and your cunt throbbed around him. He was unmoving inside of you, letting you adjust to the size and feel of him, and you tugged at the blond ends of his hair. If you looked closely, really studied him, you saw that there was a hint of mousy-brown peeking from his scalp. Dyed hair; not what he seemed, a wolf in sheeps’ clothing, intent on devouring innocent little lambs. “Jamie!” 
“That’s it, little lamb,” Jamie whispered, kissing the side of your face as he grabbed hard at your ass, surely leaving bruises in his wake. “Who’s fucking you, love?” 
“You!” you sobbed. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and Jamie’s controlling ways came back, tugging you up on his cock until only the head of him remained inside you, then he pushed you back down, burying himself deep inside you once more. “Jamie, God!”
“Which one?” Jamie growled in your ear. “Me or Him?”
“You!” you cried again. “Always you! I’ll always choose you.” 
“Good girl,” Jamie told you, and his hand landed on your ass in a quick smack. It stung, but it only heightened your sinful pleasure, and you moaned as you allowed your tears to fall. “Confess your sins to your god, tell me what you’ve done.” 
“I lie,” you whimpered. “I cheat, I steal. I’ve done so bad, please forgive me.” 
“Good fuckin’ girl,” Jamie grumbled in your ear, and he bit your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. You knew he was leaving his mark, dark and ugly, on your skin, but, for someone as beautiful as he was, it would be alright. Your ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock throb inside you, and his hands fell from your hips to stretch along the top of the pew, pressing his fingernails into the polished wood. His head tilted back just so, exposing the smooth and pale column of his throat, and he moaned softly, lightly. “Just like that, love. You’ll make me cum quick like this… I’ll forgive you, darling, you’ve done no wrong in my eyes. All the best lambs are led astray at times, it takes a powerful shepard to bring them back.”
“And that’s you?” you sniffled. 
Jamie’s head whipped up, his fallen eyes snapping open, and he examined your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks and your sputtery lips. You gasped out a sob, still riding his cock, and Jamie touched his hands to your arms, pulling them around his neck. Your front pressed against his, the straps of your dress falling from your shoulders, and Jamie laid a gentle kiss on your spit-covered mouth. “That’s me, lamb,” he said. “So long as you pray to me, I’ll lead you where you should be.” 
“Jamie,” you keened into his warm hands, feeling them explore your body, up your dress and down the front of it. Even his fingers were greedy, and you balked at the touch of him to that special nerve, sending shocks down your spine. “Jamie! Oh my God, fuck!” 
“Keep saying my name,” he said. “You’re doing so well for me. When we’re done here, I’ll take you home, have you pray to me all night. Would you like that? Just you and your god, all alone, worshipping me as I worship your body?”
“Yes!” you sobbed. His cock was so deep inside you, driving you wild, and you squeezed your arms around his neck to draw him into a kiss. Now you were the greedy one, chasing him with a million kisses, and Jamie smiled his winning grin. 
“Already devoted,” he said. “You’ll never stray very far again, will you?”
“Not as long as you fuck me like this,” you told him, and his fingers continued their harsh circles on your clit. Your cunt spasmed at the feeling, your entire body unsure what to do with itself, and you could taste your oncoming orgasm. You could tell that your lover, your god, was close too, and he gnashed his teeth as he pinched your thigh, making your legs open wider. 
“I’ll fuck you better,” he said. “In bed, I’ll kiss you all over and really worship you, I’ll take my time with you. Fuck, sweet thing, I’m cumming inside, I have to.”
“Please,” you begged him. “Give it to me, please, I need it.”
“I’ll worship you all night,” Jamie whispered, controlling your body as you rode him. His hot cock was heavy as he fucked in and out, the drag of him making you feel lightheaded, and you sniffled up your tears as Jamie whispered in your ear. “You’d like that, won’t you? Just you and me…” His eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows lifting in ecstasy, and, when he spoke next, he was breathless. “I’m cumming, lamb, I’m—”
You felt his release coat your walls, your throbbing cunt milking him for every drop, and you moaned with him, singing your holy hymn. His fingers rubbed you through his orgasm, drawing you to your own finish, and your hips stuttered as you squealed and, for the first time, came. The hot lightning prodded at your thighs and belly and the base of your spine, and you gushed around him, covering you and him with your release. Your breaths came in short gasps as you tried to control your quivering body, and Jamie held you close, matching his breathing to yours. His inked chest was slick with sweat as he pressed himself against you, and you shucked off his jacket and unbuttoned shirt to get to his bare skin. Jamie laughed at you and smoothed his hand down your hair, and he kissed your forehead. 
“Good, good,” he whispered. “Such a good girl. Come here, you’re just shaking like a little leaf.” 
Jamie’s grip was tight around you as he held you, his cock now soft inside you, but he made no move to pull out. “Not exactly immaculate,” he mumbled, and he placed a kiss below your ear. “But it’ll do.” 
“Yes,” you gasped. “Oh, God, I love you.” 
“I love you so much,” Jamie whispered. “My sweet lamb. Come home with me, please, let me worship you.” 
“Of course,” you said. “Anything for you. Only…” 
“What?” Jamie asked. "What's wrong?"
“I think my parents are waiting for me,” you mumbled. “I told them that you were wanting to speak with me and nothing more.” 
“Hmm,” Jamie huffed quickly. “What a talk, huh?”
You giggled, and Jamie helped you up, your legs shaking as you stood. He fell from inside you, his soft cock just as beautiful as him hard, and you both busied yourself with fixing yourselves back into a presentable state. Jamie replaced his wide-brimmed hat to hide his messy hair, but there was no hiding what he had done to you. Bites on your neck, marks on your skin, bruises on your thighs. If this was what worship with him was like, it might be worth it to invest in a good painkiller. 
“Jamie?” you said softly, touching your tender neck, and he stood to his full height, examining you. He tsk-ed his tongue a few times as his fingers touched your neck as well, and he reached for your abandoned sweater, helping you pull it on.
“It won’t hide them,” Jamie started. “But it’ll do.” His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the solid black heart on his chest visible through the gap, and you smiled at the thought of him. Your handsome man, your God, your inked and pierced and tatted rock-and-roll God. “I don’t mean to scare you with this, lamb, but if you think that this life would suit you, we could… Well, let’s say that you might not be leaving on Friday.” 
“No?” you asked. “I’d be staying here with you, I suppose?” 
“Only if you’d like,” Jamie said quickly. “If you want, you can go back to your life in the big city and forget about this small town, it’s what I would do.” 
“But what if I don’t want that?” you asked. “What if I want to be… I don’t know, your muse? Your Mother Mary? What is a simple girl to a god?”
“You can be whatever you wish to be,” Jamie told you. “I’d marry you right now, in fact, to keep you. But I guess we should probably try to at least act like we’re courting like a normal couple instead of getting married within three days of knowing each other.”
“But couples back then used to do that all the time,” you said quickly. The thought of marriage excited you, wearing his ring and carrying his name and maybe even his child; it was all so invigorating. “My grandfather proposed to my grandmother after a week of meeting her.” 
“A week does not three days make, little lamb,” Jamie chuckled. “How about this? We’re together, using whatever title you’d like and makes you comfortable, and, after enough time, we can tell the church that we’re getting married.” 
“How much time is that?” you asked. 
“Enough time for those hickies to fade, at least,” Jamie said, pressing his thumb to one of the marks on your neck. “Does that sound nice?” 
“Yes,” you said. “It does.” 
Jamie walked you to the front door of the church and he opened the door for you. You saw your parents’ car idling in the small lot, all alone, but, before you could say anything, Jamie pressed his palm to your cheek and kissed you gently. Only his lips pressed to yours, no snaking tongue or wandering hands, and you gasped gently. “Jamie, my parents can see—“
“This was our first kiss,” he told you quickly. “We spoke about how you wished to be closer to God, and I asked you to dinner, and I couldn’t control my urges and kissed you. Now, I’ll make a face and turn away, regretting what I’ve done.” 
“What an actor I’ve got,” you giggled, and Jamie smiled against your mouth. The kiss finally broke, and Jamie smoothed down his jacket on his body as he assumed the anxious energy of a man who wasn’t sure of his actions. “When will I see you next?” you asked. 
“Tonight,” Jamie said. “For dinner. I’ll pick you up at your house.”
“Alright,” you said. “Umm… Goodbye, my God.” 
“Goodbye, my lamb,” Jamie said, and you felt his steely blue gaze on you as you turned and made quick time to your car, sliding into the backseat. 
“So,” your mother said slowly as you slammed the car door shut. “You and Father James…” 
“He said he could see me struggling with my faith,” you lied quickly, your neck burning with the marks he gave you. If you craned your head and looked at yourself in the rearview mirror, you could even see the red patches that would bloom to purple overnight. “And he helped me pray.” 
“And what else?” 
You swallowed thickly. “He asked me to dinner,” you said carefully. 
“Did he?” your mother asked smoothly. “Anything other than that kiss?”
“I-I didn’t ask for him to,” you said quickly. “He just… Did. And he apologized for it.” 
“Are you still going to dinner with him?” your mother asked, and you nodded quickly. “Be careful. Father James might be a holy man, but he’s still just a man. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 
“I won’t get hurt,” you said. “Not so long as I have him by my side.”
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thebotanicalarcade · 1 year
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cogitoergofun · 4 months
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A Black high school student in Texas who was suspended for more than a month for wearing a natural hairstyle returned to regular classes this week after spending a month at an alternative school.
The move, however, was short-lived. His family says he was suspended again for refusing to cut his locs to comply with the school's dress code policy.
Darryl George, 18, showed up for class Tuesday at Barbers Hill High School in Mont Belvieu (a town roughly 30 miles outside of Houston) before a school administrator said he was in violation of the dress code.
Darryl was later referred to in-school suspension, according to Candice Matthews, a spokesperson for the George family.
In a copy of George's disciplinary notice obtained by NPR, the notice states that his hair is "out of compliance with the BH dress code when let down," adding that if Darryl corrects his "dress code violation" that he will be allowed to return to his regular classes.
Darryl will remain suspended for 13 days, according to the notice.
"We will continue to fight alongside the George Family and work with State Rep Bowers and Reynolds to amend the vague language that's being exploited by Barbers Hill ISD to push their racial discrimination agenda towards our children," the George family said in a statement sent to NPR.
Allie Booker, an attorney for the George family, said she is working to get the suspensions stopped and Darryl back in his regular classes.
News of Darryl's latest suspension comes after the 18-year-old was placed in a disciplinary alternative education program for violating the school's dress code policy.
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Darryl and Darresha George filed a federal lawsuit in Texas Southern District Court in September, arguing that Darryl's suspension violates the state's CROWN Act (Creating a Respectful and Open World for Natural Hair) banning race-based hair discrimination.
The filing comes after the school asked a court to clarify whether the CROWN Act law "prohibits grooming policies addressing the length of a male student's hair."
Darryl was suspended from Barbers Hill High School just before the Texas law went into effect statewide on Sept 1.
His numerous suspensions continue to generate questions about the legality of punishing students for their natural hair and the extent of the passed law's protections for individuals.
So far, 24 states along with the U.S. Virgin Islands have signed the CROWN Act into law. Texas is the latest state to implement a version of the law. The legislation has been proposed in 20 additional states and Washington, D.C.
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gorey-maiden · 1 year
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Bowers gang headcannons! | Smut-ish
Warnings: mentions of knife play, blood, Patrick in general, abusive father and of course spice!
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Henry:
-You caught Henry’s attention very quickly when you showed you where not afraid of him not willing to be pushed around.
-when things start getting more serious with your relationship and he begins to fully feel comfortable around you he will tell you about his dad and his home life.
-when he has a bad day or his dad is making his life miserable he’ll come over to your house knoack on your window and you will be greeted with an exhausted and broken looking Henry on the verge of tears you of course let him in.
-you sometimes hang out with the others but not often Henry likes to keep you more separated from his chaotic life and keep you in the more peaceful side, you are his safe haven.
-when it come to your sex life he pretty private when it comes down to it manly because I believe him and the others are virgins let’s be honest here everyone is to scared of them to go near them.
-so if you are more experienced when you are going to have to teach him a few things, you two experiment with things and find stuff you both feel comfortable in and go from there.
-he will of course live knife play in the beginning he was a bit scared to use weapons in the bedroom but you reassured him he wasn’t going to hurt you.
-he usually is more dominant but sometimes when he is a bit fragile or it’s his birthday and you wanna do all the work he’ll be under you but it’s rear since he likes being in control since he doesn’t have a lot of it.
Patrick:
-he’s horny and your hot thats it.
-just kidding but honestly he was immediately turned on when he saw you there was just something about he found really attractive.
-if you love horror movies and find blood interesting he’s your man, you two will stay in and have a marathon every Friday date night.
-even if he doesn’t say it he adores when he lays on your chest and takes a nap it’s the one time he actually looks peaceful so soak it in.
-gives black cat energy (I don’t make the rules)
-he actually won’t show you “the fringe” in fear of driving you away.
-also is into knife play and just BDSM in general he a freaky man.
-he loooves when you two play cat and mouse aka you running through the woods and he catches you.
Belch:
-Belch is probably the nicest one out of all of them let’s be honest.
-this man adores you he loves small kisses and cuddles and he loves just you two laying in bed and talking for hours it’s very therapeutic for him.
- like Henry he will try to keep you away from the others in fear of ruining what peace he has.
-if your into cars and you work as a mechanic this boy has died and when to heaven.
-car sex 💯 he loves to fuck you in the back of his car the windows fogged up and both of you sweaty absolutely makes his feral.
 -sex with him is pretty vanilla usually soft and sweet sometimes rougher on angrier days but of course nothing is at you.
Vic:
(sorry I don’t have anything to write about him :/ )
Poly gang!:
-the boys will be very protective about you nobody messes with you
-scary dog privileges definitely
-cuddles with them are the best usually it goes: Henry with his arms wrapped around you one one side Patrick propped up on his arm on the other side you laying on belch and Vic laying on your stomach with you playing with his hair.
-won’t let you go anywhere dangerous without at least one of the guys.
-they will have a schedule of who is going to walk you to your next class.
(Not me writing this at 8 in the morning😗)
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Today’s debate: Arthur Shelby is a delicate precious flower who must be kept wrapped in Japanese silk in a bower lest his virginity be cruelly taken from him
Who will stand for the position of the affirmative? *John cautiously raises his hand*
Who will table the position for the negative? *a resounding silence interrupted only by Arthur making desperate muffled noises through the underwear gagging his mouth*
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