#Son of a Preacher

[angellayercake]

I have already become obsessed with Son of a Preacher (you know this already though) so PLEASE tell me more 👀

You know every little thing I have for this so far hehe but this gives me the perfect opportunity to share this intense first time foreplay that I can't wait to write more of!

NSFW!!

‘Please,’ you whisper against his lips. He isn’t looking at you, gazing unfocused somewhere around your waist. He must feel the same as you do right now, you are sure of it, his hardness pressing against you where you sit in his lap. Your mouth still feels swollen from his heated kisses and all these sensations swirl in your stomach but for what feels like the first time in your life you are not scared of them. Maybe you were just a fling to him, just the latest in a long line of girls just like you but that doesn’t matter right here right now. Maybe you were being selfish, impulsive, even sinful but you just don’t care. You trust him and you trust your own judgement, he cares in his own way and there is no one else you want to do this with.

Cupping his chin in your hand you tip his face up to meet yours pressing an almost chaste kiss to his mouth in spite of the situation you find yourselves in. He looks into your eyes searching back and forth until you kiss him again, your thumb pressing at the corner of his lips until he opens up to you. It’s messy, unpractised as you are, but something inside you needs to taste him as you press even closer. You slide your other hand down between you and gasp into his mouth when you feel him twitch against your palm. His hands clench into fists where they rest against your thighs as you tentatively rub him through his pants but you need him to touch you too. 

‘Please Terzo.’ You’re breathless already, the anticipation of what is about to happen churning in your gut. The fleeting glimpses of pleasure he had given you before gifting you the confidence to be so bold with him now. ‘I want this, want you.’ He moans deep in his chest, you feel more than hear as you start to rhythmically squeeze him. Going on instinct you shift in his lap until you can press your heated core against his thigh. You feel light headed, breathing starting to come in pants as the heat of lust overtakes you and you just can’t understand how something that feels so good, so natural could be considered a sin. Finally, finally he wraps you in his arms, stroking soothingly down your back until he is grasping your waist. 

‘Ok, it’s ok. I’ve got you.’ He is smiling now as he slows your movements until he pulls you into a searing kiss, taking back any control you thought you had gained as he slides his tongue into your open mouth. It’s as if the whole world has narrowed down to just the places where you are pressed together and you want more. A whine escapes from you as he pushes you away but he chuckles as you chase his lips. ‘Patience il mio piccolo canarino. I’ll have you singing in no time.’ You attempt to control yourself but when his hands leave you, you can’t help it.

‘Shhh, let me show you,’ he says as he unbuckles his belt. Time slows as he opens his trousers slowly revealing himself to you. It curves upwards not quite flat against his body and tapers towards the head, flushed pink with his arousal. He watches for your reaction but all you can do is stare frozen. It’s only now that you are faced with an erection for the first time that you realise how sheltered you really are. Is he big? You just don’t know. It looks large, too large to fit inside you when you think back to how his fingers filled you. He reaches for your suddenly paralyzed hand guiding you to touch him but you aren’t ready yet. ‘We can stop. Anytime,’ he says softly, noticing your hesitation but you shake your head.

‘No. I want to see more of you.’ Sliding closer you start to unbutton his shirt so you can see his perfectly distracting chest. You stroke his collar bones with your thumbs and smooth over the hair dusting over his pectorals. He sucks in a breath as you graze his nipples and curious you repeat the action until his large hands circle your wrists and encourage your path downwards. His chest hair narrows down into a thin trail down his stomach spreading out again from his naval down and you follow it all with your fingers. As you reach his hips he loosens his grip on your wrists and helps you wrap your hand around his length, encircling it with his own and adjusting your grip. It’s much warmer than you imagined, his skin so soft to the touch it takes little encouragement for you to begin stroking him. On a downstroke you clumsily swipe your thumb over the head discovering another way to make him twitch and a collection of fluid there.   

Remembering how he had sucked the taste of you from his fingers you follow suit. It’s not entirely unpleasant but far from your favourite flavour. He grins at your reaction bringing you close for another kiss distracting you completely. Satisfied with your stroke his hands begin to wander, finding the hem of your skirt and pushing up your thighs. He tickles the slowly revealed skin but you can’t hide the shiver when he reaches your inner thighs. Thanks to your previous encounters you have a good idea of his intentions and your core begins to throb as he builds the anticipation within you. When he reaches the apex of your thighs it feels as though a lightning bolt shoots through you even though he is just tracing you with the tips of his fingers. He pushes your underwear aside and only then do you realise how wet you have become and even as a part of you screams that you should be embarrassed you ignore it. There is no need to feel shame for your desire, not when you hold the evidence of his in your hand. 

There is no time wasted teasing today as his fingers seek your entrance, your slick easing the way. It takes him only a moment to find that place that has you seeing stars, stroking and tapping until you are clenching down around him. A second finger joins the first gradually stretching you open until they are all the way inside and you start to move your hips in time with him. At some point you lose all your focus, hand stilling on him and your forehead coming to rest on his. You force your eyes open and see he is watching you again, captivating at the best of times, you find yourself getting lost in his eyes now as he pleases you. It is hard to believe there was a time when you found them unsettling. Suddenly none of it is enough, you want to feel all of him. Now

[bunsofhoney]

Son of a Preacher (working title)

Peter Parker grew up in the church. His father and grandfather were pastors before they died. His uncle Ben was too, and raised Peter to follow in their footsteps. But religion just…doesn't make sense anymore. Not after visiting the library in Albany and reading about Darwin and Tesla and Einstein. So he slipped away, started writing for the local paper, dreamed of moving to the Big Apple and maybe learning to take pictures like Ansel Adams.

That was the plan until Uncle Ben died, from the same cancer that killed Peter's father and grandfather. The little town was left without a minister, and his Aunt May practically begged him to fill in. So here he is, preaching a religion that he doesn't believe in, that couldn't save his righteous and moral uncle, and couldn't prevent the devastation of the Great War. He's stuck in this podunk town, managing its dwindling flock and tiny newspaper.

Then a traveling snake-oil salesman rolls into town. This smooth-talking man with the scars covering his body seems to really be helping people, somehow. Is it the cocaine in the soda-water that he's hocking as medicine? Or is something deeper going on, something that defies both the religion Peter grew up in and the science he's adopted? Mr. Wilson keeps hanging around the church, sending Peter sideways glances and joking innuendos. It's infuriating. And captivating. Peter needs to learn his secrets, but the journey will take him down a dark path and away from the life he's always known.

. . .

Wade hasn't been the same since he met Mr. Sinister. That's his name for the voice in his head, anyway…the one that gives him premonitions, that tells him how to cure people and take away pain by branding it onto his skin and into his now seemingly immortal body. The same voice that promised he could heal Virginia, for a price…but failed to mention the fire that would take her life a few weeks later. Mr. Sinnister probably has a real name that sounds vaguely Latin and has too many Z's, but Wade has forgotten what it is.

After Ginny died, he packed up and hit the road, vowing to use his powers for…something useful, anyway. But faith healing doesn't actually pay the bills; those most in need usually can't afford his services. Sweet, cocaine-laced fizzy water…now that's where the money is. People will buy anything if it promises good health and vital spirits, and gets you nice and high while doing it (especially during prohibition). And Wade can slip in some actual healing on the side.

When he finds himself in Saratoga County in upstate New York, he starts hearing about the healing powers of the local springs, and thinks maybe it's something he can "tap into", so to speak. But then he sits in on a sermon at a small church (he likes to keep Mr. Sinister on his toes), and this cute young preacher talking about evolution and relativity…now that's something he can really tap into. Between the dark and sulphur-laden local hot springs, the TB sanitorium up the road, and the brooding young man on the pulpit, Wade and the voice in his head both like it in this little one-horse town.

Or: supernatural powers AU set in rural New York State in the 1920s. Featuring religious internal conflict, sexy demon possession, a reverse baptism, and a real life TB clinic where Wade gets to play Patch Adams. A WIP for the Spideypool Priest Fest.

[inbredlamb]

Mother ✞

[weltonboys]

when ethel cain said i’m tired of you still tied to me and when gracie abrams said i see you every night in my sleep anticipating every bad dream and when noah kahan said the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt and when lee mandelo said come on i love you but this is no life and when micah nemerever said all they were — all they had ever been — was a pair of sunflowers who each believed the other was the sun

[mx-monster]

I have a lot of Horny Thoughts about the incubus. It’s such a cliche and so overdone but it’s just so hot. MM, corruption/virginity kink, a leetle dubcon, nsfw maybe one day it’ll become a full story but for now just enjoy my horny rambling

The son of a fire and brimstone preacher has been homeschooled all his life, with little interaction with anyone outside the church his father preaches at.

The church he’ll one day preach at.

He has a girlfriend but they’re waiting until marriage to kiss. He doesn’t understand why his peers are having such a hard time abstaining from the sins of the flesh. It’s easy for him. He’s never even watched porn. And aside from night time expulsions, he’s never had a proper orgasm.

He’s exactly everything he’s supposed to be. Free from sin. Free from failure.

Until the dreams start.

He feels weight on his chest. Something was laying on top of him. He blinked his eyes open only to have his breath stolen by a pair of brilliant gold eyes. The strangeness of the eyes didn’t stop with the color of the iris. Where the whites of the eyes were supposed to be, there was inky black. And instead of roundness the pupils were thin, vertical slits.

The eyes of a snake.

Of a demon.

He was in his bed with a demon sprawled out on top of him.

It had to be a demon. The creature had blue skin and a pair of horns that sprouted from its long, inky black hair. And yet, despite its alieness, he could not look away from the sharp angles and planes of the creatures face. So enraptured by the creature, he didn’t notice it begin to grind its sex into his own clothed cock until a wicked heat sparked deep in his belly.

“I see you’ve noticed my gift, sweet one,” the demon purred. And God that voice, “I’ve been blessed with two cocks. Do they feel good?”

Yes, they did, he loathed to admit. Bolts of electric pleasure sparked underneath his skin with every roll of the demons hips.

It was just a dream he could have this in his dreams

The sound of his own wrecked whimper broke him out of his lust induced haze.

“Get off me,” he snarled, scrambling out from underneath the demon. As the demon sat back on its haunches, the covers fell away revealing the demon in all its naked glory. Blue skin that stretched over lean muscle. Elaborate gold tattoos adorned the demons arms, torso, and legs. He traced the intricate patterns with his eyes until his gaze fell to the two thick cocks that stood at attention between its muscular thighs.

The demon gave him a pacifying, nearly condescending, smile.

“Don’t worry, sweet one. I have no plans on forcing myself on you. That defeats the purpose. I plan on taking my time with you. To truly savor you. A meal like you is rare nowadays,” the demon reached out a clawed hand, tracing the preachers sons jaw with a long, black talon, “I’ll take you in my mouth first. And then you’ll take mine into yours. I’ll press your face into the pillow while rut into that virginal hole of yours and then I’ll turn you over and lavish myself on your cock until I’ve had my fill. I’ll have you in front of God and you’ll cry tears of ecstasy. But not until you want it. Until you’re crying for it.”

“I’ll never want it.” The preachers son growled through clenched teeth. Heart beating wildly with rage and perverse desire.

The demon’s golden gaze flitted down to the tent in his sweat pants. A grin bloomed on it’s face, revealing a mouth full of pointed teeth, “we’ll see about that.”

[vintage-archive]

Dusty Springfield reads her fan mail over breakfast in her hotel in New York in May 1964.

[daughterofcainnnn]

Ethel ♱ Cain

[jea-lousy1]

-Family tree(intro),Ethel Cain

[georgieluz]

– did you love me when he was just my friend?

papa i don't need a preacher / i ain't some kind of creature / from some old double feature / i just wanna make you proud / of the kind of love i've found / but you say it ain't allowed / say it's a sin / but it's how i've always been / did you love me when he was just my friend? / daddy, do you think i've turned out right?

george luz, son of a small town preacher, grew up hearing that all love is heaven sent, that it's holy and true in all its forms. it was told to him every night before he closed his eyes and by the time he reaches adulthood, it's a core part of his nature. love is good. welcomed and encouraged. he sees it in the way his father glances at his mother, sat next to him in the second pew, before he begins every sermon, and he sees it in the quiet support she always gives back. he feels it every day when his dog licks at the palm of his hand whilst he sits restlessly on the front porch, wondering if there's something more out there than this one small town.

love is good. welcomed. encouraged. he meets the new hire at foxtail creek, a small ranch about a mile outside the town border, in the summer. the newcomer mostly keeps to himself, a rancher looking for temporary work. george can't help but be intrigued by the first outsider he's met in months and takes it upon himself to befriend the man. he'd always been good at making friends, most just pass through, or eventually move away, but george had always been content with the fact that his self-proclaimed wit and charm managed to win them over for however long they gave him. slowly, as he and the rancher become more and more intwined, george begins to realise that, in his neck of the woods, not all love is sent from above, at least not in the eyes of his friends and family.

– playlist for fic: heaven sent

– cowboy collab: #easy company cowboys

[crimeronan]

i'm still fucking thinking about faulkner silt verses i haven't stopped all day. i just keep intermittently replaying parts of the ep and working my way thru the transcript. just now i was trying to explain to rafi how elated i was about everything that went down during this ep and rafi, horrified, was like "BUT I - I DON'T WANT HIM TO BE SUICIDAL????" and i was like "rafi. listen to me. i cannot express enough how much the suicide attempt was POSITIVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT."

[sunnysssol]

[ human au ] So it is possible for a country boy and an emo girl to fall in love 😌💖💖

[ comms open | do not repost ] hws/aph america x oc by sunnysssol

[bunsofhoney]

1920s AU

Wade: It takes a lot more to get me out on the roof, as the kids say.

Despite being a kid himself, Peter was not aware of what the kids say.

Peter: What?

Wade: You know, smoked. Hammered and nailed. Christ, Parker, have you never gotten drunk before?

[thepreachersdavghter]

instrumentals to break up an album my beloved ❤️

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Saturn Devouring His Son - Peter Paul Rubens // Strangers - Ethel Cain

[foxesjostens]

preachers daughter lyrics that remind me of eddie and andrew