#pastors son!leon
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Heavenly sin
virgin pastor's son!leon kennedy x virgin fem!reader
cw: guilt!! p in v, porn watching (has some "intense" sex ig??), needy sex, virginity loss, creampies, thinking about god during sex, humping (dry at one point), oral (f receiving), awkwardness, CHECK-INS!!!, dirty talk, begging, soft ish dom!leon, pet names, mentions of daddy kink but only once, pregnancy mentioned a couple times, Leon's a sweetheart, goofy ending, rough ish treatment only once, confessions!!
wc: 6k...🧍🏻♀️
note: barely proof read and I don't know shit about church or anything like that... Lmk if I missed any tags! Also inspired by @moolvn's bot!
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It's around 10 in the morning, and you're dressed in a flowy black dress with flower patterns on it. Perfect for church and for this wonderful spring weather. Pulling your hair back into a low ponytail, you get out of your parents car. They have already gone inside the church.
Walking briskly to the entrance, you take note of the flowers that are planted on each side that're beginning to bloom in the glowy sunlight. You make it in time to sit next to your parents before the prayer begins.
You bow your head and begin to listen to it. Soft shuffling is heard, and then there's a warmth on your right side, as if a heater were turned on.
Peaking out of your right eye, you see the pastor's son, Leon. Dressed in dark wash jeans and a white button up. He tilts his head towards you and smiles, mouthing, "Hello."
You smile and shake your head, closing your eyes to listen in on his father recite a prayer, so that the Holy Spirit will help us all understand God's words.
Despite trying to listen to him preach, your mind wanders off to the boy next to you. How his muscles ripple underneath his shirts. (which are always fitting for him. Like how?) And the way his beautiful oceanic eyes shine with purity. Especially when he's preaching about how God is constantly saving and bettering him and how important he truly is in his life. The way his brown hair flows in the wind and how it falls into his eye whenever he looks down.
It's all beautiful to you. You'd rather worship Leon than God. Would it be a sin to worship man instead of the Lord? Probably.
Every time you spoke with Leon, you felt dirty. You were filled with these disgusting, sinful feelings. You were afraid of it rubbing off on him and getting into trouble. Getting called the devil. Shunned and kicked out of the house for having feelings you didn't know how to fucking handle.
After all, you were only human. One with needs, thoughts, feelings, and insatiable cravings for a certain man beside you.
Once the pastor stops the prayer, everything else goes by quickly. You try not to stare at Leon while his father is reading aloud hymns. But it's impossible.
He catches your eye and flashes you a boyish smile. You look away. It's quite embarrassing to have been caught staring at him. You couldn't help it.
A couple hours later, the service ends. You get up and stretch your limbs, ready to leave.
A large hand grabs onto your forearm. Warmth surges through your veins, all the way up to your midsection.
Turning your head, you see that it's Leon.
He lets go of you with a smile. "Are you busy today? I was wondering if you'd like to come over."
Biting your lip, you think for a moment. Looking over at your parents, they give you a nod of approval.
"I'm free. I can come over today."
Both of you walk towards the exit, and he opens the door like a gentleman. You mutter a small "thank you" and step outside.
The cool, light breeze washes over your body like a cold shower. It feels refreshing after being in a stuffy room for more than an hour. Breathing it in and letting it out, you turn towards Leon.
He squints at you with a small smile, motioning to follow him. You oblige, putting your hands on the bottom of your dress and bunching up the fabric so that it doesn't fly up.
By the time you guys make it to his house, your feet are dying in the black flats you're wearing. Rubbed raw on your heels by your pinky and big toes.
You sigh in relief as you enter his house, slipping your shoes off by the door.
The both of you walk into the kitchen and grab a cup of water. Heading upstairs to his room. You try to push down the nerves and excitement bubbling in your guts, but it's so hard.
All you guys ever do is read, listen to the radio, and talk about your guys's jobs. Not all exciting, but laying in his bed and being so close to him is what gets your panties soaked. Maybe you are the devil's spawn. Getting aroused by just being in Leon's vicinity. It's bad. Real bad.
He opens his door and walks in, laying down on his plush queen-sized bed. His hair falls to the sides of his face as he closes his eyes. Breathing in deeply and then exhaling slowly.
You sit on the bed, eyeing him up while his eyes are closed. Noticing the way his veins on his hands are popping out, the small little freckles that paint his face and neck, and the way his lips look so velvety.
Wondering what it would feel like between your legs, your calves, and your neck. You shouldn't be thinking about him like this. It's wrong. But it feels so right.
"So, uh, what are we going to do?" You mutter quietly, tearing your gaze away from the white man beside you.
"I thought that we could just hang out."
"Okay." You scratch your head for a moment, looking at one of the posters on his wall. It's a poster for The Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time. It's probably one of the only games his parents approve of.
"Actually, hold on." He sits up slowly and begins to walk towards his desk, fishing something out. He holds up a CD with a grin. "I found this lying around on the bookstore floor. I thought that we could check it out."
Motioning with a nod of his head towards his computer. The thick monitor has the circular silver Dell logo on it at the bottom. Paired with his grey and black mouse.
Popping it into his PC as it whirrs on, you snatch his swiveling chair, making him sit on the uncomfortable wooden chair next to it. Maybe you should get a new best friend, thinking about how you come over so much that he has gotten another chair just in case you guys get on his computer.
You take over and open the Windows Media Player, then double-click on the CD's name. Spice it up in the bedroom! What an odd name.
Turning up the volume on his mini speakers that're alongside his monitor as you wait for the media to load.
A woman and a man appear in the frame, with a messy bed behind them. She's hardly wearing any clothing, only her undergarments and stockings are on her figure. Meanwhile, the man is only dressed in his briefs.
You feel your cheeks burn red hot, swallowing thickly at the video. Afraid of what's going to happen next and afraid of looking at Leon after this surprise of a CD, you continue to look straight ahead.
They don't even introduce themselves, but they say one thing: "Here's how to spice things up in the bedroom. Watch and learn."
Shifting in the cushiony chair, you unconsciously grab onto the armrests.
The next part shows the woman lying down with her legs spread open. The man walks into the frame and sits on the floor next to the end of the bed. Putting his face in between her legs, he kisses her thighs. Trailing up to the bend of her knees and then to her ankles. Repeating the same for her other leg.
Then he begins to leave small bite marks and bruises on her inner thighs. With each of them, her hips jump, and small moans leave her lips.
You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your most sacred parts ache with need. Hoping Leon doesn't notice it.
But he did, just didn't want to point it out and embarrass the both of you even more than you guys already are. He's always staring at you subtly. He's not doing any better on his end, cock filling out in his jeans, begging to be freed from its confinement.
He's just thinking about the kind of noises you'd make if he kissed you there. But he shouldn't think about that. His heart sinks into his stomach, feeling guilty for even having those sorts of thoughts about you from time to time. He wanted to baptize himself again and again until those thoughts clouded him no more.
Leon always had to shower in cold water to make all of the pent-up need go away from his dick. He was afraid to touch himself. Especially to the thought of you. He thought you didn't deserve to be sexualized. How wrong it is to even imagine your lips on his! How soft and plush you'd be against his body.
Feeling like the devil has made its way into both of your bodies. Lust coats both of your frontal lobes, coaxing you into continuing to watch this sinful CD.
The man begins to lick and kiss her panties which makes her noises grow louder and breathier. You hope to God that his parents don't come home anytime soon.
He slips her panties off, and her precious parts are exposed to the camera. Leon makes a small gasping sound, and you snap your head towards him.
"Leon, I.. I don't know if we should watch this. This is... wrong. I feel dirty, Leon." You search his eyes, hoping he'll agree, but he just blinks slowly at you.
"I-I think we should continue. Don't act like this doesn't pique your interest," he mutters back. His eyes are slowly beginning to darken.
Turning your focus on the screen, you hear him noisily slurping away between her thighs. The woman begins to get louder, and her fingers slot through his hair and pull him closer.
She yells out, "I'm cumming!" And soon her legs squeezed shut on his head, her body convulsing and lunging forward to curl in on itself.
"Fuck baby, that was so hot," He comes up and kisses her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and flipping her over onto her stomach. Fumbling with his black briefs, tugging them down and stepping out of them.
You squirm uncomfortably, not sure if you can handle seeing a random man naked. But you gulp down the bile crawling up your throat, mixed in with sickening guilt.
His cock stands up to attention, the tip as red as a tomato. A patch of hair surrounds it, leading down between his legs. He strokes it a couple of times, lolling his head back with a loud groan.
"You ready, slut?" Tapping himself against her folds.
"Y-Yes sir, I'm ready." The woman frantically nods and pushes up on her elbows, watching him sink into her hole.
He grips her hair as soon as he's fully sheathed inside, pulling her towards him. Making her see how they're connected. You bite your lip as you watch this couple go at it for about five minutes. Watching them change positions and get louder and louder with each minute that passes by.
He puts his hand on her throat and slaps her face, breasts, ass, and privates. It all makes you feel fuzzy inside, like you drank too much alcohol. The world is slowly starting to spin, with all thoughts going straight down between your thighs.
But the way he talks to her is what really gets you.
"You like that slut? Fuckin' taking daddy's cock so well, fuck."
"Good girl. I know you can take it."
"Yeah, cum on me, baby, squeeze this fat dick."
"Stupid fucking whore, practically crying for me to creampie this tight little pussy. Isn't that right, baby? God, you know you want my cum stuffed in you."
Her punched-out moans—the way she's clawing at the bed and sometimes at him—is what gets Leon excited. The way she can't even say anything remotely coherent to the man gets him so hard, it fucking hurts. Leon's boxers are practically stuck to his cock.
Leon's hand drifts towards his groin, shifting it so it doesn't press against the zipper of his jeans. He lets out a soft hiss, putting a hand to his mouth as he slumps back against the wooden chair. Leaning onto the left armrest.
Your ears pick up on Leon's strained noise, and you pull your knees up to your chest, breathing heavily between them. It's almost over, you think to yourself. Just a couple more minutes, and we can do something else. Forget about this, and maybe read the Bible to cleanse our minds.
The guy on the screen pulls her up so her back is flushed against his chest, his arm wrapped around her throat to keep her there. Her body is shaking uncontrollably, and he groans deeply, thrusting a couple more times before he comes to a halt.
"Fuck, baby girl, fuck. Take it. Mmhh, I want to get you pregnant so bad. Gonna suck on those fat tits until they're squirting milk into my mouth. I'm gonna love seeing you so swollen and full of my seed. God damn."
That's it. He pulls out of her, and you can vaguely see a white liquid pooling out of her and onto the bed. Her body is so red and bruised. It makes you take a deep breath.
By clicking out of it, you eject the disk and put it on the desk. Quickly shutting down his PC.
Both of you sit there in silence for a little while. Afraid to look at one another.
The air is so thick and hot, as if someone turned a heater on. It would make sense, as both of you have red faces and sweaty palms.
Leon's the first one to clear his throat and shift in his seat. "So, um. What did we watch?"
"For heavens sake, we just watched two people make love, Leon!" You whisper-yell at him, looking directly into his eyes.
He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and looks to the side, clearly embarrassed. "Right."
You get up and flop onto his bed, face first. The coolness of his sheets is washing over you like an ice pack.
Leon sits next to you, practically burning his gaze on your thighs. Lost in thought of the possibility of doing something like what you both saw just mere moments ago. His hips are bucking upwards, seeking relief. Looking like a damn fool for humping the air.
"Do you think that felt good? Would God like...allow them to seek pleasure like that?" You mumble into the bed.
"I think so, but I don't know if God would be happy if they were to continue..without repenting for their sins and asking for forgiveness."
Yeah, you figured he would respond like that.
"I feel gross, Leon."
"Me too."
You turn on your side and look him up and down slowly. "Are you... aroused?"
Leon gulps and tilts down to meet your gaze with a small nod.
"Me too." Your voice is soft and hushed. Rubbing your thighs together for some relief.
At this point, you don't even care. God this. God that. Those women at the church don't seem to care when they get pregnant. They just pray and repent for their sins and move on with their day like nothing happened. So, God doesn't fucking care if you have intercourse or not. So long as you ask for forgiveness.
His baby blues drop to your lips and back up, licking his own lips. Then, he leans down and boxes you between his firm body and the plush bed.
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him tremble above you. Heart thumping wildly in your ears, wondering if he can hear it too.
Unconsciously, your legs spread open to accommodate his hips. He shifts his weight nervously, his groin settling on top of yours.
Both of you moan and buck your hips towards one another, wanting more. Becoming insatiable beasts filled only with lust and need. Logic? God? Who needs that when you have horniness on the brain?
Leon groans and buries his face in your neck, panting hotly against your skin as he begins to dry hump you. "Please... It-It hurts. I'm sorry." He stops himself from rambling on, nosing up to your earlobe.
"Leon, it feels really good. Don't—don't stop, please."
His hips stutter, and he lets out a soft whimper, touching his forehead to yours. "May I... may I do what the video showed, to you?"
"Yes," you say as you connect your lips to his, tangling your hands into his thick locks of brown hair. Lightly pulling on it, earning you a groan into your mouth and a thrust against your clothed mound.
Tongues uniting sloppily, moans spewing out, and desire floating in the air. A perfect recipe for disaster.
He sits up on his knees, his eyes blown out, his lips red and glossy with spit. How can he get even prettier? It's not fair. It really isn't. God really gave him the best of the best, honestly.
Leon quickly made work of his button-up, throwing it across the room. His wife beater is the only article of clothing shielding you from seeing his chest and abdomen. What a shame. Though you do see a small silver chain, most likely it is his cross that he always wears, no matter what.
Breathing out of his mouth like his nose is fucking clogged, he hesitantly reaches up to the hem of your dress. "May I?" He whispers, pushing it up to where your shorts stop at your waist.
You nod, your hips lifting up to help him get rid of your dress. It soon hits the floor next to his shirt. Immediately feeling embarrassed, you cover your black bra with your hands.
Leon just stares in awe, his hands slowly trailing up your sides and tracing every contour and bend in your body.
"So beautiful," he mumbles. His thumb feels nice and is also ticklish where the sun doesn't see your body. He carefully removes your arms away from your bosom, kissing the inner parts of your wrists and making eye contact with you for the entirety of this undressing.
You gasp as he kisses down to your clavicles, making sure to take his time mapping out your figure with his lips now. Dipping down to your cleavage, his hands grab ahold of your waist, thumbs rubbing against the wire of your bra.
Leon presses his lips across your entire chest, making your skin buzz and your soul leave your body.
Never in your life would you have imagined Leon doing this to you in his own bed.
He fumbles with pulling your cups down, trying to get rid of the bra. "Can you, um.. take this off?"
You lean forward and unclip it, letting it fall forward into your lap. Getting your arms out of the straps, you are now topless in front of him. Topless in front of someone for the first time ever.
God is getting ready to punish the both of you for sinning, and you know it. Closing your eyes tightly for a few moments as you try to battle with continuing or just leaving Leon to deal with his own battle. That would be just mean. And if you were going to sin, why not together?
Gulping down the acid that clawed its way up your pipes once more, you shake off the guilt as much as you can. Opening your eyes, you see Leon getting closer to your chest. Ready to plant his love on them.
He slowly kisses around your areolas, nosing his way from breast to breast. You let out a nervous giggle as he makes eye contact with you as best he can.
Finally making contact with your nipples, he dips his tongue out and swirls around it. Pulling away with a soft 'pop', you card your fingers through his hair.
"Did that feel good?"
"Yeah, it felt really nice." You give him a shy smile, and he returns it.
Leon does the same to the other one before leaning back and admiring you once more. "You are honestly beautiful."
Covering your face with your arms, you push him with your knee, mumbling an embarrassed "thank you." You still have your manners, even for being the devil's best friend.
Some shuffling, and you peek through your arms and see he's taking off his white wife beater. You bite your lip and shift to your haunches, running your hands up his abdomen. Mesmerized by the way his muscles tense under your fingertips, dipping down to a small patch of hair trailing down beneath his jeans.
Smiling up at him, you wish to return the favor. Putting your lips near the belt of his pants, kissing each of his hip bones softly. His body twitches towards you, and he lets out a broken moan, putting his hands on your shoulders. You decide to be experimental and graze your teeth all the way up his stomach, stopping at his chest. Leon's sounds are going straight down south; you'll be surprised if your shorts aren't completely wet by now too.
"Can I?" You grab ahold of the button on his jeans, toying with it. Asking him for permission to undress him as well. He shakes his head, yes, and you immediately start undoing his fly. With a soft gasp, you see his bulge with a wet spot near the tip, staining his dark blue boxers. You continue to tug his pants down to his thighs so he can do the rest himself.
Leon's pants join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You shimmy your shorts and tights off. Both of you dressed in your undergarments.
You lay back, eyes on his cross necklace, hoping that God will accept you both as you are after this experience. Making love before marriage isn't acceptable, and you've been told your bodies are sacred temples and to not let anyone in or touch you inappropriately. Both of you would be shunned, and God knows what else would happen.
Leon begins to kiss his way down to your ankles and back up between your thighs. Slowly breathing in the scent of you. Pressing a few on your clothed mound, making you squirm, your thighs daring to close on his head. He gently pushes them away and up as he leaves little love bites where your legs connect to your most sacred spot.
Moaning softly, you cover your mouth. Your eyes dare to roll back into your head as you try and watch Leon explore your features before he removes the last article of clothing, keeping him away from seeing you completely bare. He moans into your panties, kitten-licking to taste your arousal. He is doing his best to try and copy the video from earlier.
"Please, Leon.." you whine, your hips pushing against his face, aching for more.
Leon nods his head and nuzzles against you, his nose stimulating you even further. He pulls away to remove your panties to dive back in.
Getting messy with it, he drools onto your folds, pressing open-mouth kisses all over. Paying attention to where you moan and squirm the most.
He dips his tongue down into your pulsating hole and groans, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. "Tastes s'good, baby," he continues to ravage your poor, sensitive pussy, iron grip, keeping your thighs open.
You squeak and grab ahold of his hair, trying to push him away as you feel an unfamiliar warmth spread throughout your body. "Leon! Wait, wait, I-I—"
Leon moves his mouth up to your little pearl and begins to suck and nibble on it. That's what truly sends you over the edge.
Back bowing, legs shaking, head thrown back with your mouth open in a silent scream. You can't even feel your lower half; pins and needles are crawling down your legs and into your feet. You're sure your legs snapped shut on his head, as you feel him so much more now.
Soon you come back into reality with Leon hovering over you, his dick freed from its prison, poking your thigh. "You okay? Did that feel good, my love?" It's so sweet how he's checking in with you after giving you the best time of your life!
"Y-Yeah," you breathe out heavily, pulling him closer by his silver cross. Toying with it between your fingertips. "That felt amazing. Thank you."
Giving him a soft, sensual kiss. Tasting a bitter liquid on his lips. He chases you as soon as you part, dipping his tongue between your lips and asking for more. You oblige, and his thick muscle is invading your cavern, touching each tooth and swirling around your own tongue. It's turning hot and heavy as he presses his hips into yours, putting weight on you.
He starts humping your leg, his cock pulsating and leaking transparent sticky fluids on your skin. He is moaning and panting into your mouth as he cups your breasts. Slowly pulling away as he takes you in once more, completely infatuated with you, it seems. And it also seems the feeling is reciprocated by yours truly.
"Can I put it in, please?" Leon grabs ahold of his dick and clumsily strokes it over your cunt. His body is stuttering forward, and his grip on your breast is tightening just slightly.
Biting your swollen bottom lip, you nod slowly. Bracing yourself for the intrusion down there. It doesn't even look like he'll fit inside of you; you're afraid he's going to somehow rip you apart down there. But you push down the fear with a shaky sigh.
"Just, um.. let me know if it hurts," he swipes through your folds a few times before sinking into you gradually.
Your body tenses up, and you grab hold of his hand, squeezing it as you let out high pitched breathy whimpers. Squeezing your eyes shut as you try to get used to his size. You can't believe he's taking your virginity.
"W-wait, stop, stop, please... It hurts." You feel tears forming in your eyes, and Leon immediately halts.
Pressing chaste kisses to your eyes and one on your lips, his body bucks forward. With a groan, he murmurs, "God damn. I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby."
Your pussy flutters around his length, and you breathe in and out, getting used to him. Canting your hips up to get more of him on your terms, you roll your hips with a gasp and say, "Leon."
He takes that as a sign to push more of himself into you, filling you to the brim. Shifting to lay down on his forearms, next to your head, you wrap your legs around his waist. Your nails dig lightly into his back, eliciting a low growl from him as he tries to calm himself down. Too aroused with the feeling of you wrapped around his shaft so tightly that he can't even begin to think properly.
Taking a quick breather so that he doesn't accidentally fall on top of you. Lazily humping against you, stimulating your clitoral area while being so goddamn full of him.
"Baby, god," Leon starts to clumsily push in and out of your sopping heat. Barely even disconnecting himself from you. If anything, he doesn't ever want to pull out of you. You feel too good; it would greatly upset him to stop now.
It feels so intimate as he continues to hold your hand, sloppily kissing you as his dick slowly penetrates you deeper and deeper. Swallowing each other's noises, afraid of getting caught by his parents, is always lingering in the back of your mind.
"Mmnn, you're so tight, it's hard to move." Leon drops his forehead onto yours, staring at you intensely. His eyes are soft yet lustful, carrying love in them, you see.
Maybe you just hope that he loves you because you've loved him all your life. Having known him since you were 4 and he was 6, you couldn't have asked for anyone else to take your virginity but him. Even though he's the pastor's son.
"I love you," you can't help but blurt out. Biting your lip as he speeds up his movements for a few thrusts before going back to his lazy ones.
"You mean it?" He pants heavily into your mouth, feeling you nod your head against his. "I love you too. God, I really, really do. I promise, baby."
With those heartfelt (sort of) confessions, he begins to pick up his pace.
Growling softly when you clench around him or make squeaky noises that can't be discerned by a whimper or a moan. He loves you and all your little noises. The freckles that paint your body. The way your body curves and your stretch marks—everything about you is so gorgeous to him. He wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. He's tried giving you signs and hints that he wants to be your boyfriend, but he is always too scared to say it outright. But now he's glad about how things turned out. Including giving you his virginity.
You claw at his chest, grabbing ahold of his necklace as he fucks you harder. Looking down at his member, you see a white ring around his base. Throwing your head back into his pillows, you feel another orgasm creeping up your body.
"I'm gonna—it's gonna happen again, Leon, mmphh," you whine out as your legs try to close up, only to be blocked by his body.
Leon lets out a pained whimper, and then all of a sudden he grips onto your hair and starts to gently bite under your jawline next to your earlobe. It's syrupy and slow this time; your mind goes fuzzy and blank. No thoughts, just Leon. And his manhood bumps into your cervix.
"Please, let me... inside—can I?" His words are all jumbled up, and you can't help but say yes.
He speeds up even more, which seems impossible, but it really isn't. It has your chest bouncing with each thrust, and soft cries are leaving your lips. He keeps on holding onto your hair and hand, bringing your face up to meet him halfway to make out with you. Drooling into your mouth and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. With each thrust, his necklace bumps into your neck.
Hips stuttering into yours, he almost collapses onto your figure. Threatening to bury you into his mattress as he lazily thrusts a couple more times.
A hot liquid squirts into your womb, and Leon lets out a strained moan, dropping his head into your neck. Slowly letting go of your hair and letting your scalp relax after such harsh treatment. Your cunt clenches around him tightly.
His hips continue to jerk into yours, almost making sure his cum stays inside of you. It's like his body already knows what to do after watching one video of people making love.
Leon presses soft kisses up to your temple before getting off of you. Shifting back to his haunches, he hesitantly pulls out of your hole. Watching your cunt flutter around nothing, his seed slowly drips out of your hole. His dick jumps, hitting his toned stomach, almost ready to jump back into action for round two.
"Baby, just so beautiful. I love you."
You can't help but giggle at that, making more of the sticky white liquid squirt out of your hole and onto his sheets. He quickly notices that and grabs a few tissues to wipe it off, leaving you and himself clean.
"I love you too, pretty boy," you sigh deeply, truly enamored with the way Leon just is. He's so sweet without even trying.
You go to sit up and grab your undergarments, but your legs are too shaky to even stand up, and you almost fall over. Leon maneuvers you back onto his bed and fetches it all for you. Getting himself dressed as well.
Hell, maybe it wasn't so bad to become a sinner. It was definitely a heavenly sin, that's for sure.
You two stare at each other, lips swollen red, eyes swallowed by the black and flushed pink faces. Your hands interlocked as you slowly began to kiss. But this time, it's much sweeter and softer. No rush to feel skin on skin; just relaxing in the now.
"What're we going to do?" Mumbling into the kiss, you pull away.
"What do you mean?"
"You.. you did it inside of me. What if I get pregnant? I can't be a mother right now, Leon," you frown, looking down at your stomach.
"I'll figure it out, okay? And—And if you do end up carrying my child, I'll be there. I'm not just going to leave you."
And with that, your worries washed away, nodding alongside his words as if they were God's words. In a way, he is God to you. Constantly saving you, bettering you, loving you unconditionally, and listening to you. You'd get on your knees any day for Leon. He'd just have to say the word, and you'd do it.
"Was I too rough? Are you hurt anywhere?" He presses a few chaste kisses on your forehead and temple.
"No, but I am hurting... down there. It feels a little sore. But everything else is fine." You give him a thumbs-up with a goofy grin. He returns the silly smile, nuzzling your jawline.
"I can see if there's any ibuprofen; I'll be right back, okay?"
Shortly, he returns with two pills and sets them in your palm, bringing your water over to you. You take them with a gulp of water.
"I think I've got to use the restroom as well. I'll be back." You let out a breath and walked into the bathroom across the hall. Doing your business, flushing, and then washing your hands before returning back to him.
Joining him on his bed, under the covers, to snuggle up close to him.
"You're so warm. I love it."
"I'm glad you do, sweetheart."
You both end up talking for a few more hours about work, your friends, hobbies, and, lastly, how long you've liked one another.
"Wait, wait, wait," you giggle and lay on your elbows, resting your head in your palm. "You've liked me ever since elementary school? Why haven't you told me?"
"I tried. I tried giving you hints; I even brought you a flower that one time, remember? And, like, I always let you borrow my shirts and sweaters. I thought that was enough, and you saw that, and, uh, just didn't like me back." Leon rolls his eyes and pulls you into his arms. Attacking you with kisses on your ear and behind it.
You squeal and squirm in his grasp, letting out a breathy, "Okay, okay! I see it now!"
"What about you?"
"Since middle school. Remember the time on Valentine's Day when I gave you like all my candies? And then, when we did bingo at church, I gave you my prize and said I didn't want it. Yeah, well... I wanted it, but I gave it to you instead."
"So cute. I love you, baby bug," he mumbles into your neck.
"I love you too, handsome," you answer into his shoulder.
It is safe to say that you both fell asleep holding onto each other. With smiles on your faces. You both are dreaming of the day that you both get married and have the whole white picket fence, dog, children, and everything in between.
You'd risk your relationship with God again if it meant that you'd be with Leon forever.
He would absolutely risk being called a devil's spawn if it meant that he'd get to be your lover forever.
Maybe God would forgive you if you decided to sin again and again. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter what happens. If and only if, you have Leon, the pastor's son, in your arms, everything will be alright.
#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#leon x reader#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#pastors son!leon#leon smut#leon kennedy smut#re2 leon#localkiss
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sneaking out of heaven
ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader
part one, part two
cw: 18+ content, religious guilt, sexually repressed reader, allusions to abusive parents
a/n: i'm soooo nervous about this one lmao... will be smut eventually, but part of is kinda just... setting things up, yay!! not really sure how to tag this part either, so sorry if i missed anything :// title from the waterparks song of the same name <3
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Growing up in the church offered you the only sliver of normalcy in your childhood. Your father, the pastor, was a strict man. He'd always made his expectations of you clear, and you were not one to go against his teachings. After all, his words were the extension of the words of God, as he had made abundantly clear.
You'd never been to a public school, and living in such a small town meant you were not subjected to things that most young girls were. Your father favoured it. This way, he could ensure his daughter stayed free of temptation. That she would be safe under his watchful eye, and never stray from the teachings of God.
Still, in the Church, you felt at home. In God's eyes, all men were created equal. You felt like you had some semblance of free will, less trapped under your father's thumb. As long as you devoted your life to God, you would be safe. He would provide for you, and you'd be able to leave this town.
This did not mean you did not miss the things that most teenagers got to experience. Fiddling around with the computer your dad allowed you for home-schooling purposes and finding incognito mode was something that instantly fed into your curiosity. Your dad couldn't monitor what you were doing, and it made you feel more comfortable to explore.
You never ventured too far, of course. It was as though you felt God Himself would strike you down if you looked at something you shouldn't. No, all you did was watch teen dramas with your volume muted late at night when you knew your father was asleep. You read the subtitles as you watched, fascinated by the idea of partying and going out. Having fun. Being free.
You couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to speak with someone your own age. This town was filled with old folks, and those who had kids all seemed to decide to have them a good ten or so years before or after you were born, so you were left being the only teenager there.
As you got older, the need to spread your wings and leave the nest only grew. Your father got stricter, roped you into more church duties. Anything to keep your curious mind wandering too much.
That was until the Kennedys moved into town.
Along with them came a boy, only a few years older than you. You could feel the tension in your father's body as you stood next to him while greeting them after they attended their first Sunday Mass there.
Their son, Leon, stood behind them looking incredibly uninterested. It was as if your father could sense what the boy would do to your mind, how he'd plague your thoughts late and night when you were all alone. You shook his hand that day, and that contact alone was enough to cause your downfall.
As you lay in bed that night, you felt the devil claw his way into the corner of your mind. He made his home there, filling you with thoughts that left you weak to temptation. As wetness pooled in the gusset of your panties remembering how Leon's hand felt in yours, you sobbed.
You prayed for God's forgiveness when the thoughts subsided. Apologised profusely for even thinking about touching yourself. The next morning, your shower took twice as long. You pretended it was the heat of the summer, but you knew it was your attempt at washing the dirty thoughts from your mind.
Every Sunday, Leon was begrudgingly dragged to church by his parents. And every Sunday, you fall further and further into sin. Until one day, you can't find Leon as you gaze into the pews.
It bothers you more than it should. You should be relieved. If he had convinced his parents to allow him to avoid church, you'd be rid of your temptation. God had heard your prayers, and he had offered you a solution.
You were not so lucky.
As you leave the church, Leon is propped outside against one of the walls. He's smoking, his lips the picture of sin as they wrap around the cigarette while he takes a drag.
His gaze flicks to you, and he tosses it to the floor, stopping it out with the toe of his boot. He grabs your arm, dragging you to the side of your church despite your protests.
“I've seen you watching me.” He says bluntly, but your brain can only focus on the sound of his voice and the way his hand feels as it lingers on your arm. You blink a few times, taking longer than usual to register his words.
“I-I haven't…”
“You have been, though.” He says harshly, brows furrowing like he's ready for a fight. “Think you're better than me? I can feel you judging me, y'know. I didn't want to come to this shitty town. I know I'm not like you.”
Your expression twists into one of confusion. Judging him? If anything, you were the one that deserved to be judged. You shake your head quickly, your heart beating so hard it felt like it would come out of your chest.
“I wasn't… I was just… just curious, that's all.”
He narrows his eyes like he's trying to see if you're lying. After a moment of studying you, he seems pleased enough with your answer and releases your arm.
“Cool. Your dad just really laid it on to my parents. They won't get off my back. Thought he sent you to keep an eye on me or something.” He says with a shrug, his gaze trailing over you.
“I'm not my father.” The words come out more sharp than you intended, and you're instantly scolding yourself mentally for speaking in that way. You take in a deep breath, looking down at the floor before meeting his gaze once more.
“I was wondering if we could be friends?” You ask softly, your voice shaking with slight nerves. Your father would probably crucify you if he knew you were alone with a boy, and here you were trying to bargain more time with him.
“It's just… well, I've never been able to hang around someone my age before, and-”
“Never?” He interrupts, brows furrowing as he looks at you. A small frown tugs at his lips, and you want nothing more than to kiss it away.
You shake your head softly, embarrassment burning in your chest.
“Shit. Does your old man keep you locked up in the church basement or something?” He asks with a laugh that only grows louder when he sees how affronted you are by him cursing.
He's joking, but it's not so far from the truth. You've been tethered to this town since the day you were born, kept on a leash so tight you could feel your airwaves being restricted more and more with every tug made by your father.
“It's just… I've never left this town.” You say quietly, and just like that, Leon's expression softens.
“You don't seem so happy about that.” He replies. The look on your face confirms his suspicions, but you don't say anything in response.
“Hey, well… I'll tell you everything you want to know.” He says with a smile that makes you weak in the knees.
If God created everyone in His image, he must have put a little extra of Himself in Leon Kennedy. You're not entirely convinced you're not in the presence of an angel. Or perhaps a demon sent by the devil to lure you into a life of sin.
You brush the thoughts away quickly. Leon was a human, plain and simple. It didn't matter what he looked like. All men were created equal, you remind yourself. There was nothing wrong with talking to him.
“So we're friends?” You ask hopefully, extending a hand in hopes of making contact with his calloused palms once more.
“Yeah. Friends.”
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yucky preacher og re4 leon....like he just waits until everyone is out of the church and fucks you on the pews or in his fancy car outside the church while he's all like "this is what he wants us to do, baby!" ughhh I need him >~< - 🫀
ohh.. I love so much farmers daughter type shit . he’s probably pastors son.. only takes on the role cuz he wants to touch all the women tbh LMFAO tells you that you literally need to have his baby like trust he’s gonna put a new Jesus in u second coming TRUST HIM!!!
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Historia de mi vida
Me llamo Josue González Gomez, tengo 14 años,nací el 14 de diciembre del 2007 en tepatitlan de modelos jalisco.Vivo en San Antonio cercas del palenque y cerro gordo, jalisco; me gusta el fut- bol, el basquet, y practicar muchos deportes.
Mi comida favorita son los tacos al pastor, el poyo, y los camarones,fui al kinder a la Capilla, la escuela en el cerro gordo y la secundaria en los dolores, actualmente estudio la preparatoria aquí en los dolores, donde tengo muchos de mis amigos; tengo 5 hermanos y yo, el más chico se llama emanuel y tiene 10 años, la segunda es mi hermana que se llama angela, después yo, después mi hermana itzel que tiene 16 años, después mi hermano noel que tiene 20 años, y por último mi hermano luis fernando que tiene 22 años, mi papá se llama fernando y mi mama Maria Silvia. Como me gustan los deportes, e participado en torneos de fut- bol al igual que de béisbol, solamente me gustaría estudiar la preparatoria y no la universidad porque siento que es muy cansados los trabajos, al salir de la preparatoria me gustaría ir a trabajar a las tiendas a leon guanajuato con mis primos, por parte de mi mamá son 16 tíos y tías, y de parte de mi papá solo son 2.En el kinder viví muchas aventuras, un día recuerdo que me subí a los columpios y le di muy recio, en eso una de mis compañeras se atravesó y por desgracia la tumbe y tuvieron que llamar a su mamá, hasta ahorita me gusta la vida que llevo al igual que jugar videojuegos y escuchar música de todo tipo,los videojuegos que más me gustan son minecraft y pokemon, entre otros, me gusta ir a las fiestas y estar en ambiente con las personas, y no me gusta cortar rastrojo con chayotillo:)
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Dios Quiere Bendecirte
Hasta los leones jóvenes y fuertes a veces pasan hambre, pero a los que confían en el Señor no les faltará ningún bien. —Salmos 34:10 NTV
A algunas personas se les ha enseñado que el sufrimiento y la carencia son virtudes en la vida cristiana. Ser capaz de mantener una buena actitud en momentos de sufrimiento es una virtud muy importante, pero sufrir continuamente no es la voluntad de Dios para nadie. Nunca debemos ver a Dios como un Dios tacaño que retendría algo que necesitamos. Considera estos versículos:
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“El Señor es mi pastor, nada me falta” (Salmo 23:1).
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“Bendecirá a los que temen al Señor, tanto a los grandes como a los humildes. (Salmo 115:13).
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“Exaltado sea el Señor, quien se deleita en el bienestar de su siervo. (Salmo 35:27).
Dios es un buen Padre que ama bendecir a Sus hijos. ¡Dios quiere bendecirte y verte disfrutar de tu vida! Simplemente puede estar agradecido, recibirlo y creer agresivamente lo mejor de Dios hoy.
Oración de Gracias
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“Exaltado sea el Señor, quien se deleita en el bienestar de su siervo. (Salmo 35:27).
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“Bendecirá a los que temen al Señor, tanto a los grandes como a los humildes. (Salmo 115:13).
Dios es un buen Padre que ama bendecir a Sus hijos. ¡Dios quiere bendecirte y verte disfrutar de tu vida! Simplemente puede estar agradecido, recibirlo y creer agresivamente lo mejor de Dios hoy.
Padre, te agradezco que eres bueno, me amas y quieres bendecirme. Gracias porque no tengo que tener miedo porque Tú me alimentarás, guiarás y protegerás.
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Getsemaní representa:
•La angustia que puede sentir un mortal.
•El sufrimiento de la vida cuando las cosas no salen como deseábamos.
•Representa el lugar de la soledad donde usted se ha sentido desarmado.
Ante la angustia, sufrimiento y soledad; nuestra actitud debe ser la de Jesús que se postraba a orar intensamente.
Que estás haciendo con tu vida?
Refugiarse en el reclamo.
Refugiarse en el ayayay.
Refugiarse en la conmiseración.
Jesús oraba intensamente.
En angustia, sufrimiento y soledad debemos intensificar nuestra oración y crear dependencia total en Dios si queremos que algo suceda.
Ante la angustia, sufrimiento y soledad vas a hacer 2 cosas...
Ora intensamente y dependa de Dios exclusivamente.
Eso hizo Jesús y un angel del cielo apareció y le dió fuerza.(Lucas 22:43)
Cuando nos rendimos a la voluntad de Dios y tomamos la actitud VALIENTE de orar intensamente ante la circunstancia que estamos viviendo, vendrá socorro de lo alto y Dios se va a glorificar en una forma sobrenatural, enviará un Angel ministrar fortaleza.
Habías pensado en rendirte, creías que era tu final es cuando el poder del Resucitado opera, ahí cuando sientes tu angustia intensa, en tu sufrimiento extremo y en una soledad impresionante.
Igual que lo hizo con Pedro en hechos 12 cuando lo sacó de la cárcel y lo ha hecho con muchos ministros que hoy son como llama de fuego como lo dice Hebreos 1:7
No es el momento de lamentos ni de renunciar.
Aunque el hombre te falle, aunque ue tu matrimonio esté al borde de colapso o que estés en una cama sentenciado a morir. Yo conozco un Dios que restaura, salva, sana, liberta y viene pronto...Jesús de Nazaret.😭♥
Sí dependemos de Dios y le decimos que no se haga lo que yo quiera sino lo que Tu quieras, Él enviará un angel para fortalecerte, guardarte y sacarte de esa situación en la que te encuentras.
Oración:
Padre, bendigo cada mujer, bendigo cada varón que en este momento recibe Tu palabra, declaró que en ese Getsemaní en el que se encuentra esa persona aparecerá un Ángel, que vendrá a fortalecer, ángeles que vendrán a librar del peligro como a Daniel en el foso de los leones con Dios envió para taparle la boca a esos leones.
Oigame bien, Ángeles con espadas desenvainadas ahora mismo a sacarte de esa situación en la que te encuentras, a cuidarte y protegerte.
El Señor enviará ángeles que te guarden en todos tus caminos.
Sobre el león y el aspid pisarás y ollarás al cachorro del león y al dragón porque pusiste tu mirada el el Señor.
Te bendigo ahora y declaro el mayor peso en el levantamiento de tu vida y lo que un día fue de vergüenza y el enemigo quiso acabar contigo, sobre ti resplancece la Gloria de Dios, el mayor levantamiento en Cristo Jesús.
HECHO ESTÁ!
- Pastor Neftalí Sandí.
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The African Methodist Episcopal Church grew out of the Free African Society which Richard Allen, Absalom Jones, and others established in Philadelphia in 1787. When officials at St. George’s MEC pulled Blacks off their knees while praying, FAS members discovered just how far American Methodists would go to enforce racial discrimination against African Americans. He led a small group who resolved to remain Methodists. In 1794 Bethel AME was dedicated with Allen as pastor. To establish Bethel’s independence from interfering white Methodists, Allen, a former Delaware enslaved, successfully sued in the Pennsylvania courts in 1807 and 1815 for the right of his congregation to exist as an independent institution. Because Black Methodists in other Middle Atlantic communities encountered racism and desired religious autonomy, Allen called them to meet in Philadelphia to form the AME denomination.
The spread of the AMEC before the Civil War was restricted to the Northeast and Midwest. Major congregations were established in Philadelphia, New York, Boston, Pittsburgh, Baltimore, DC, Cincinnati, Chicago, Detroit, and other large Blacksmith’s Shop cities. The slave states of Maryland, Kentucky, Missouri, Louisiana, and, South Carolina, became locations for AME congregations. The denomination reached the Pacific Coast in the early 1850s with churches in Stockton, Sacramento, San Francisco, and other places in California. Bishop Morris Brown established the Canada Annual Conference.
In 1880 AME membership reached 400,000 because of its spread below the Mason-Dixon line. Bishop Henry M. Turner pushed African Methodism across the Atlantic into Liberia and Sierra Leone in 1891 and into South Africa in 1896, the AME laid claim to adherents on two continents.
Bishop Benjamin W. Arnett reminded the audience of the presence of Blacks in the formation of Christianity. Bishop Benjamin T. Tanner wrote in 1895 in The Color of Solomon – What? that biblical scholars wrongly portrayed the son of David as a white man.
The AMEC has membership in twenty Episcopal Districts in thirty-nine countries on five continents. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence
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María "La Portuguesa"
José Pastor González
Retrato de mujer (1883)-Leon Wyczółkowski
María “La Portuguesa” la chupa por cinco euros
en las traseras del Mercagranada
sus labios son dulces cuando me besan
por eso la llamo María la Miel.
María la Miel usa afiladas palabras y navaja automática
para defenderse de palomas, cabinas telefónicas,
hombres con ropa interior sucia, maderos con barba
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TGIF: Roundup for May 19, 2023
Glo is a new podcast from The Gospel Coalition, hosted by four women from diverse backgrounds who are united around a common desire to magnify Christ. SOLA Network’s Editorial Board member Soojin Park is one of the hosts. Over 10 episodes, you’ll hear conversations about God’s work around the world, in different cultural contexts.
Soojin is also taking the lead to mentor and train in our SOLA College Writing Cohort. Applications are due May 31. And in case you missed it, check out our Moms & Motherhood collection. Featured authors include Faith Chang, Amy Loh, Alice Kim, Heidi Tai, Grace Lung, and Kristen & Karisa You.
This newsletter is one of the many ways you can keep in touch with us. Find us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. For more, check out my Asian American Worship Leaders Facebook group and TGIF Playlist on Spotify. You can reach me on Twitter and Instagram.
Aaron Lee, Editorial Curator
Enter to win this outstanding book! Are the Psalms simple poems, or do they carry theological significance? Reading the Psalms Theologically presents integrative approaches to the Psalter in an academic yet rich biblical-theological study. Read my review. Thanks to Lexham Press for providing this book for our giveaway, in partnership with my newsletters for @diveindigdeep and FCBC Walnut.
Articles From Around The Web
Tasha Jun: Moses Was Bicultural Like Me
“God chose a Hebrew raised as an Egyptian to lead his people out of slavery.”
Peter Lee: Joy of Being a Son of God
Before we are pastors, we are sons. And that thought is worth its weight in gold. It gives us a foundation to stand upon when we face the inevitable ups and downs of ministry.
Connie Nelson: The Best is Yet to Come: How Knowing Jesus as Our Resurrected Lord Impacts Our Parenting
“We parent by God’s grace as faithful stewards of the children he has entrusted to us. Our children are a blessing, a gift to us from our Good Father, and they belong more to him than they do to us.”
The SOLA College Writing Cohort is our new writing cohort for college-age students to receive mentorship and training as young Christian writers. Editorial Board member Soojin Park will personally be leading this initiative, and she is very excited at the prospect of nurturing the next generation of Asian American thinkers and writers who will help encourage and edify the Church!
Books, Podcasts, Music, And More
IVP: A Conversation on Asian American Identity & Faith
The authors of Learning Our Names (Sabrina S. Chan, Linson Daniel, E. David de Leon, and La Thao) share insights into the creation and purpose of the book, what they hope readers take from it, and more.
Related: God’s Goodness to Asian Americans: A Book Review of “Learning Our Names” by Aaron Lee
Rooted: Gospel-Centered Ministry to Asian American Teenagers
On this recording of a live call, Rooted friends Clark Fobes, Danny Kwon, and Connie Nelson talked about how they have implemented ministry in various Asian American contexts.
Related: Serving in Asian American Youth Ministry: An Interview with Pastor Danny Kwon by Daniel K. Eng
Aaron Lee: Related Works
Book Reviews: Treasures of John Owen Box Set by Banner of Truth, Words from the Cross by Ian Hamilton, Refreshment for the Soul by Richard Sibbes. Listen to our TGIF playlist on Spotify. Join my Asian American Worship Leaders Facebook group.
For Mother’s Day, check out our Moms & Motherhood collection! Featured authors include Faith Chang, Amy Loh, Alice Kim, Heidi Tai, Grace Lung, and Kristen & Karisa You.
Featured This Week On SOLA Network
Aaron Lee: Delight in the Law of the Lord: A Book Review of “Reading the Psalms Theologically”
“This book is an incredible work of academic excellence, and will change the way you read the Psalms and see them as a whole.”
Steve S. Chang: Two Journeys to Pastoring a Multiethnic Church: Interview with Jay Y. Kim and Mitchel Lee
What is it like to pastor a multiethnic church? What are some of the challenges, and how can you prepare?
Moses Y. Lee: The Idolatry of Ministry Longevity and the Abuse that Follows
“The result of social uniformity is an inner ring of power and favoritism that looks more like a middle school cafeteria than the Kingdom of God. But pastors of all people should model what friendships with people of different ideologies, personality quirks, and “sinners” should look like.”
SOLA Network: My Church Band Raised a Hallelujah on Netflix’s ‘Beef’ (Excerpt)
Zachary Lee of Christianity Today interviewed Jason Min, and we wanted to publish an excerpt for you to read. In this section, they discuss the impact of that scene on Korean American viewers and the discussion around whether or not praise music is “emotional manipulation.”
TGIF: Roundup for May 12, 2023
The Gift of Loneliness: 3 Ways God Uses Our Desert Seasons / What is Neo-Calvinism? / ‘Memorizing’ the Scars of South Korea’s Gwangju Massacre / Mended to Make: An Interview with Makoto Fujimura by Chris Carter / On Missions Work in Central Asia, with Tyler Markson and George Jamieson (Mission Talk, Ep. 13)
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Monday was the first day of the Women’s health CHE workshop. We began with a devotional from Pastor James and a song together. We talked about the cycle of poverty, God’s creation of men’s and women’s unique roles, women’s reproductive anatomy and female genital mutilation, and hygiene. Psalm 139:13-16 became our theme verses and we reminded each other that we are fearfully and wonderfully made!
I was especially moved by the little boys who were staying with their grandmother who cooked for us during the week. The family came from Liberia and their mother continues to live and work there. The grandfather died unexpectedly and she has been allowed to stay there, but with little means to feed the boys. They live on rice and sweet potatoes. Their stomachs are swollen due to severe protein malnutrition- a condition that could be reversed with some protein every day, but sources of protein are limited.
Steph encouraged the women, who shared about the hardship for women in Sierra Leone, that this life may never be easy, but we have the hope of eternal life through Christ’s resurrection! I fail to have words to express how it feels to sit across a boy the age of my son who is suffering extreme malnutrition, but I too hold on to the sweet hope for those boys of one day resting in the arms of their Jesus.
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Heavenly sin
virgin pastor's son!leon kennedy x virgin fem!reader
cw: guilt!! vv guilty reader. Will have smut later on, once I fix this!!
word count: 857 words..maybe.... 🧍🏻♀️
note: this is a WIP!! I don't know nothing about church so pls... if anything is wrong tell me! same w/ any mistakes or things that don't make sense, lmk. like I barely proof read this 😭
@valkyrurr tagging u ! :3
It's around 10 in the morning, you're dressed in a flowy black dress with flower patterns on it. Perfect for church and for this wonderful spring weather. Pulling your hair back into a low ponytail, you get out of your parents car. As they have already went inside the church.
Walking briskly to the entrance, you take note of the flowers that are planted on each side, that're beginning to bloom in the glowy sunlight. You make it in time to sit next to your parents before the prayer begins.
You bow your head and begin to listen to it. Soft shuffling is heard and then there's a warmth on your right side, as if a heater was turned on.
Peaking out of your right eye, you see the pastor's son, Leon. Dressed in dark wash jeans and a white button up. He tilts his head towards you and smiles, mouthing a, "Hello."
You smile and shake your head, closing your eyes to listen in on his father recite a prayer; so that the Holy Spirit will help us all understand God's words.
Despite trying to listen to him preaching, your mind wanders off to the boy next to you. How his muscles ripple underneath his shirts. (which are always fitting on him. Like how?) And the way his beautiful oceanic eyes shine with purity. Especially when he's preaching about how God is constantly saving him, bettering him and how important he truly is in his life. The way his brown hair flows in the wind, how it falls into his eye whenever he looks down.
It's all beautiful to you. You'd rather worship Leon than God. Would that be a sin to worship man instead of the Lord? Probably.
Every time you spoke with Leon, you felt dirty. You were filled with these disgusting, sinful feelings. You were afraid of it rubbing off on him and getting into trouble. Getting called the devil. Shunned and kicked out of the house for having feelings you didn't know how to fucking handle.
After all, you were only human. One with needs, thoughts, feelings, and insatiable cravings for a certain man beside you.
Once the pastor stops the prayer, everything else goes by quickly. You try not to stare at Leon while his father is reading aloud hymns. But it's impossible.
He catches your eyes and flashes you a boyish smile. You look away. Quite embarrassing having been caught staring at him. You couldn't help it.
A couple hours later, the service ends. You get up and stretch your limbs, ready to leave.
A large hand grabs onto your forearm. Warmth surges through your veins, all the way up to your midsection.
Turning your head you see that it's Leon.
He lets go of you with a smile. "Are you busy today? I was wondering if you'd like to come over."
Biting your lip, you think for a moment. Looking over at your parents, they give you a nod of approval. "I'm free. I can come over today."
Both of you walk towards the exit and he opens the door like a gentleman. You mutter a small, "thank you" and step outside.
The cool light breeze washes over your body like a cold shower. It feels refreshing after being in a stuffy room for more than an hour. Breathing it in and letting it out, you turn towards Leon.
He squints at you with a small smile, motioning to follow him. You oblige, putting your hands on the bottom of your dress, bunching up the fabric so that it doesn't fly up. Though you do have shorts and black tights underneath. You still want to look nice.
By the time you guys make it to his house, your feet are dying in the black flats you're wearing. Rubbed raw on your heels, by your pinky, and big toes.
You sigh in relief as you enter his house, slipping your shoes off by the door. Both of you walk into the kitchen and grab a cup of water. Heading upstairs to his room. You try and push down the nerves and excitement bubbling in your guts but it's so hard.
All you guys ever do is read, listen to the radio, and talk about your guy's jobs. Not all exciting, but laying in his bed and being so close to him is what gets your panties soaked. Maybe you are the devil's spawn. Getting aroused by just being in Leon's vicinity. It's bad. Real bad.
He opens his door and walks in, sitting on his plush queen sized bed. His hair falls to the sides of his face, as he closes his eyes. Breathing in deeply and then exhaling slowly.
You sit on the bed, eyeing him up while his eyes are closed. Noticing the way the veins on his hands are slightly popping out, the small little freckles that paint his face and neck, the way his lips look so velvety.
Wondering how it would feel like between your legs, your calves, and your neck. You shouldn't be thinking about him like this. It's wrong. But it feels so right.
#re2 leon#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon x reader#leon kennedy resident evil#resident evil x reader#pastors son!Leon#Idk how church works.. my bad if it's garbo.#localkiss#Like pls give me feedback.. but be nice....#😭😭😭
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Dato inútil del día:
España es un país de cultura cristiana, así que creo que no es necesario explicar mucho sobre la historia de David y Goliath. Lo voy a dejar en un resumen rápido.
David es un pastor chiquitín hebreo que mata a Goliath, un guerrero filisteo gigantesco con de una pedrada, utilzando una honda. Esta historia se presenta de ejemplo acerca de como el más pequeño puede vencer al grande.
Parece milagroso, matar a un gigante de una pedrada, pero de milagro nada, son las puras leyes de la física.
Vamos a cambiar un poco de periodo histórico, vámonos a las guerras púnicas, dos guerras separadas que enfrentaron a las dos potencias mediterráneas de los siglos tercero y segundo antes de cristo, Cartago y Roma.
En esas guerras, era habitual que ambos bandos emplearan mercenarios de las islas baleares (si, las mismas de la discoteca Pachá) expertos en el uso de honda.
Aprendían a usar ese arma en sus labores de pastoreo, para defenderse de animales salvajes (en ese tiempo, en Europa había leones, por ejemplo), bandidos y para dirigir al ganado.
Un experto puede lanzar un proyectil de honda a unos 160 km/h, mucho menos que una bala moderna, peeeero, el peso del proyectil también es mayor, con lo que la energía del impacto es comparable, de sobra para romper un cráneo, incluso protegido con un casco de bronce.
David era pastor, sin duda estaba bien entrenado en el uso de la honda. Además, algunos textos parecen indicar que Goliath era severamente miope.
En resumidas cuentas la historia de David y Goliath puede titularse " Tirador profesional mata a un ciego de una pedrada"
Buenas tardes a todos!
Pd: los registros históricos también implican que los mercenarios Baleares preferían gastarse el dinero en vino y mujeres a llevárselo a su tierra, más de 2000 años y el carácter español no cambia.
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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍.
⸻ portrayed by oscar isaac. crafted by blade. for @narrativefm
Full Name: Angel De Leon
Birthdate: November 1st, 1979
Birthplace: Guatemala City, Guatemala
Group: Local
Occupation: Owner of Cal’s Bar and the Serenity Inn.
Talents and Skills: Writing, Cooking, Self-managing, Networking
Hobbies: Painting, Writing and Fishing.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married.
Family Members: Mina De Leon ( Mother ), Eleuia De Leon ( Sister )
Family Dynamics: Positive.
Education: High School
Personality Strengths: Communication
Personality Weaknesses: Insecurities
Social Standing in Town/Reputation: Positive, Trustworthy, Kind
⸻ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘
𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.
life is difficult for you. your mother left or so your father told you. this wasn’t the case. you never remember your life in guatemala. the only thing you remember is her beautiful face. your mothers. the giggles of your sister. a better life only in the eyes of your father ; he said ; it was a better life without your mother. you wonder now how the horror effected her. her son missing. her son kidnapped.
it wasn’t a better life. arriving into a small town broke your trust in your father. he didn’t help you get accustomed to your new life. he had joined a movement ; a church ( nothing like pastor north ) your father was a believer. devoted. your mother wanted you home. she called often only your father never answered the calls. you don’t speak of him. in fact you’ve done your best to forget him.
it was a nightmare for many years until the doorbell rang. aged twelve. answering the door to see an angel. your mother. she’s returned and come back for you. you never see your father again. you’re okay with this. you believe it’s for the better. your mother didn’t give up on you and you’re reunited with your family in this small town. she uses this to help save others. a home soon turned into a large property and then a safe house for people like angel. for people like you.
𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧.
your life is good. married for over nine years and a successful business have lead you to the hearts of people in this town. your bar is doing good. the inn is doing good and that’s until pastor north steps foot on this sacred grass. this town has been yours. not in a selfishness of man. however, the work your family has put into protecting it’s residents.
you know his name. you saved your wife from him. you saved your best friend from him. fuck, you said you would never hate. pastor north resembles your father. the judgement, the fear, and the damage. all in the name of god. angel you’re better than this, your wife whispers. you know this.
he’s gone missing. the prophet. you can’t help but form a smile. vengeful. maybe the cultists will receive the same treatment they so gracefully put onto others. angel, you’ve done things to keep your family safe. it’s not the only missing person that has been close to you. please, remember that.
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Día 100: (no, ya en serio: ¿Qué día dicen que es?)
Cuarto 旬 de la metamorfosis: mi cuarentena ha terminado, hoy la lluvia de la madrugada ha roto por fin la semilla, y empecé a desdoblarme, empezar a florecer duele como no imaginan, es recordar la flor de la que precedimos y volver a serla, es mirar de nuevo al sol y el sol quema esa primera vez, que no es la primera, pero que nuestros ojos no recuerdan (sí, lo sé, ya desvarío, pero me encanta)
Hoy el kanji me sonríe con nuevo rostro, cada una de mis partículas está invadido por él, hoy les ofrezco la lista de los que están en kpr pero no en kodansha, y un kanji extra (fantasma) pero muy necesario...
Ayer la partida terminó en un apretón de manos diplomático, una sonrisa que parecía el eco de miles de kilómetros y la revancha citada para hoy...
Abro pues con: canciller I6 (jijii busquen en serio a capablanca y entenderán el chiste jajaja)
*inserten la imagen de mí, sentada en el alféizar de mi ventana (que obvio no tengo pero siempre he querido uno) tomando té en mi enorme taza, con mi lap al lado, iniciando esta partida virtual...
Antes de pasar al punto al que quería llegar con esta publicación, les quiero advertir: Lean a Walt Whitman (sobre todo si planean empezar con “canto a mí mismo” (o sáltenselo y aterricen en “hojas de hierba”) antes de leer a León Felipe (al revés simplemente no funciona, se los aseguro) lean todo aquello que es sobre sí mismos antes de leer a León Felipe y sobre todo antes de pasar a Miguel Hernández y Lorca)...
Los recuerdos de mí, leyendo bajo mi árbol de zapote los domingos que regresaba de mi taller de lectura o de un torneo o de un ensayo histriónico... ah y para acabarla uno de mis acérrimos rivales se llamaba así: León Felipe jajaja (sigo viendo providencia)
y ahora el momento del poema:
...
Por la manchega llanura
se vuelve a ver la figura
de Don Quijote pasar,
Va cargado de amargura,
va, vencido, el caballero de retorno a su lugar.
¡Cuántas veces, Don Quijote, por esa misma llanura
en horas de desaliento así te miro pasar!
¡ Y cuántas veces te grito: Hazme un sitio en tu montura
y llévame a tu lugar;
hazme un sitio en tu montura,
caballero derrotado,
hazme un sitio en tu montura,
que yo también voy cargado
de amargura
y no puedo batallar!
Ponme a la grupa contigo,
caballero del honor,
ponme a la grupa contigo
y llévame a ser contigo
pastor.
Por la manchega llanura
se vuelve a ver la figura
de Don Quijote pasar.
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Serrat musicalizó este poema: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2koJMFg4U8
y otros poemas y escritos ya que he mordido una magdalena y estoy en busca del tiempo perdido y justo así estaba antes de iniciar el reto:
¡Qué lástima
que yo no pueda cantar a la usanza
de este tiempo lo mismo que los poetas que hoy cantan!
¡Qué lástima
que yo no pueda entonar con una voz engolada
esas brillantes romanzas
a las glorias de la patria!
...
¡Qué lástima
que yo no tenga una casa!
Una casa solariega y blasonada,
una casa
en que guardara,
a más de otras cosas raras,
un sillón viejo de cuero, una mesa apolillada
(que me contaran
viejas historias domésticas como a Francis Jammes y a Ayala)
y el retrato de un mi abuelo que ganara
una batalla.
¡Qué lástima
que yo no tenga un abuelo que ganara
una batalla,
retratado con una mano cruzada
en el pecho, y la otra en el puño de la espada!
Y, ¡qué lástima
que yo no tenga siquiera una espada!
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(ahora soy 刀 así que no hay problema...)
y para finalizar esta tesis doctoral jijij:
¡Ay!
Éste es el verso más antiguo que conocemos. La peregrinación de este ¡Ay! por todas las vicisitudes de la historia, ha sido hasta hoy la Poesía. Un día este ¡Ay! se organiza y santifica. Entonces nace el salmo. Del salmo nace el templo. Y a la sombra del salmo ha estado viviendo el hombre muchos siglos.
Ahora todo se ha roto en el mundo. Todo. Hasta las herramientas del filósofo. Y el salmo ha enloquecido: se ha hecho llanto, grito, aullido, blasfemia… y se ha arrojado de cabeza en el infierno. Aquí están ahora los poetas.
Aquí estoy yo por lo menos.
Éste es el itinerario de la Poesía por todos los caminos de la Tierra. Creo que no es el mismo que el de la Filosofía. Por lo cual no podrá decirse nunca: éste es un poeta filosófico.
Porque la diferencia esencial entre el poeta y el filósofo no está, como se ha creído hasta ahora, en que el poeta hable con verbo rítmico, cristalino y musical, y el filósofo con palabras abstrusas, opacas y doctorales, sino en que el filósofo cree en la razón y el poeta en la locura.
El filósofo dice: Para encontrar la verdad hay que organizar el cerebro. Y el poeta: Para encontrar la verdad hay que reventar el cerebro, hay que hacerlo explotar. La verdad está más allá de la caja de música y del gran fichero filosófico. Cuando sentimos que se rompe el cerebro y se quiebra en grito el salmo en la garganta, comenzamos a comprender. Un día averiguamos que en nuestra casa no hay ventanas. Entonces abrimos un gran boquete en la pared y nos escapamos a buscar la luz desnudos, locos y mudos, sin discurso y sin canción.
Además, los poetas sabemos muy poco. Somos muy malos estudiantes, no somos inteligentes, somos holgazanes, nos gusta mucho dormir y creemos que hay un atajo escondido para llegar al saber. Y en vez de meditar como el filósofo o de investigar como los sabios, ponemos nuestros grandes problemas en el altar de los oráculos o dejamos que los resuelva aleatoriamente una moneda de diez centavos .Y decimos, por ejemplo: Puesto que no sé quién soy… que lo decida la suerte. ¿Cara o cruz?
...
y por si quieren seguirla aquí encontré una parte de ese libro que si me concentro mucho aún puedo sostenerlo en la mano, aún puedo sentir el viento sobre mi rostro y las hojas cayendo hacia él: https://caminosquenollevananingunsitio.blogspot.com/2018/07/leon-felipe-en-ganaras-la-luz-ii.html
6嬌→４３０: atractiva
匕→４４４: cuchara (radical 21)
曰→５７８: decir (radical 73)
允→７６５: licencia, sinceridad, permiso
裳→８００: falda
笹→９４０: este se refiere a las hojas del bambú, es tan ideográfico que me siento panda con hambre jajaj
篭→２６３８: aislarse, jaula, implícito (こもる)
剝→２１４５: pelar
漕→１１７５: remar “row, row, row, your boat…” (sí para quien se lo pregunta, sí, el reto me desquició y no me arrepiento de nada, fue la desquiciada de mi vida y está inscrita para siempre en mi corazón)
廿→１１９０: 20
弘→１２３４: vasto, amplio, ancho
渚→１２６３: playa, orilla
緻→１４３７: fino, opuesto a grueso
盛→１４５７: prosperar, florecer, “boom”
梓→１４９８: árbol catalpa: de hoja caduca, está bonito, coqueto diría yo
椿→１５６９: camelia: flor muy hermosa cuyas hojas son usadas para preparar té椿 寿 【チ ン ジ ュ】 longevidad, larga vida
謙→１６００: modesto, humilde, condescendiente
楠→１６１４: árbol de alcanfor, puede alcanzar los 30 m de altura
彦→１７１６: chico, dentro del vocabulario me encantó este: 彦 星 【ひ こ ぼ し】 Altair (estrella en la constelación de Aquila), Alpha Aquilae; investiguen, amen de nuevo al mundo…
蒲→１８３８: espadaña (es probable que la conozcan más como cola de gato, busquen imagen), bandera
蔦→１９４５: hiedra, vid
薦→２０００: recomendar, ofrecer
駲à (kanji fantasma): grupa
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Modern Merlin AU — With Gays and Churches
Slight CW for religious homophobia, and ofc I know that the majority of Christians are loving and beautiful people 💕
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The Cast:
Uther: A firmly anti-gay pastor who is well known and mostly respected by the congregation and the community.
Ygraine: Uther's ex wife who divorced him after she found about an affair he had once had with a woman who named Vivian.
Arthur: Their son, who lives entirely with Uther and attends a religious school nearby.
Leon: Arthur's friend who also attends that school, who's parents have been going to Uther's church for years and years.
Merlin: A boy who recently joined the school after moving with his uncle, who teaches there. Also a closeted gay.
Gaius: An old friend of Uther's, a teacher at the school, and the only other person who knows about the affair.
Morgana: Uther's child from his affair with Vivian. She moves in with Uther when she's 10, since her mother can't financially support them both anymore.
Gwen: A girl at the school, who Arthur dates briefly in order to "prove" that he is straight.
Elyan: Gwen's brother, who lived with more distant family for a few years and has recently returned.
All other "round table" knights: New kids (they arrive at different times) who's parents have recently converted to Christianity and enrolled them in the school. Gwaine's family actually came from another church but he doesn't talk about that much, since he's not actually religious himself. Also Gwaine picks fights with homophobic teachers.
Kilgharrah: Either an angel, a demon, God Himself, or the school principal, I can't decide. Whichever he is, he occasionally pops up to give both Merlin and Arthur utterly useless life advice, in whatever form that takes depending on who he is. If he's somehow celestial, it's probably through sarcastic comments in dreams. If he's the school principal, he's just... That teacher that decides that stopping you in the corridor to Impart Words Of Adult Wisdom is a great use of everyone's time.
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The Plot:
Uther becomes pastor at a church, and marries Ygraine. She disagrees with many of his views, but doesn't speak up about them, wanting to be a "good wife". That is, until she discovers that he once had an affair with a woman named Vivian and gave her a child. Ygraine then quietly divorces him and leaves, too afraid of making a fuss to try to get custody of Arthur. Uther tells everyone, including Arthur, that it was her choice to leave and that she willingly parted from the ways of the Lord. No one knows about the affair except him, her, and Vivian (and Gaius).
Arthur grows up with only Uther, not having many close friends, only Leon, who he's known his whole life and who's parents are also very religious. When Arthur is around 10, Vivian turns up on their doorstep, insisting that she has fallen into financial trouble, and cannot look after her child anymore. Uther takes Morgana in, insisting it was an act of charity on his behalf, and that Vivian was only an old friend. Everyone believes he is being a good samaritan, but secretly he hopes that if he "redeems" his child to the church, he may find redemption for what he did. Arthur and Morgana are the same age, and Uther begs Morgana not to tell Arthur the truth (threatening her for if she does), so he doesn't know she's his sister. They get on, mostly, but Arthur's a bit of a prat in lecturing her about God sometimes because he thinks that's how you make friends.
Anyway, a few years later, when Arthur is around 14, Merlin joins his school (they're roughly the same age here, Merlin only a few months younger.) He was sent to his uncle by his mother, since he came out to her and she didn't accept him. She wanted him to go to church and a religious school to "fix" him. He now lives with Gaius, and goes back into the closet for the time he's at school. He quickly becomes friends with Gwaine, who doesn't have many friends and is constantly in trouble for arguing with bigoted teachers.
Because he's really academic, Uther asks Gaius if it would be possible for Merlin to come round and help tutor Arthur in order to catch Arthur up with his studies, so Merlin starts coming around every Tuesday and Thursday. They slowly become friends, despite Merlin being quite rude, and Arthur having the most frustrating "holier than thou" attitude because he's the priest's son. Merlin develops a crush on him, and quickly gives up on trying to deny his sexuality to himself, but he can't tell Arthur, or anyone else.
In time, Merlin stops being so afraid of his own sexuality, and sneaks off to a pride parade and attends an LGBT group a couple of times. Gaius suspects what he might be doing, but says nothing.
When Morgana turns 16, she tells them all that she thinks she might be a lesbian. She's scared, but hopes that Uther may be understanding. Instead, he kicks her out, despite Arthur's protests that it isn't fair. She goes to live with some friends in similar situations, and over the next few months, cuts off Uther completely, changes school, and starts regularly attending LGBTQ+ events and just generally living her best lesbian life.
This makes Uther incredibly angry, and he takes it out on Arthur a lot, who starts going to Gaius and Merlin's after school to avoid him. He texts Morgana a bit, but is afraid to keep close contact with her, and still sees homosexuality as a sin. However, this whole situation has made him actually think about his own sexuality, and he's now afraid that maybe HE himself isn't totally straight. To prove that he is to himself, he asks Gwen on a date, but he can't ever truly like her, and she knows that.
At the same time, Merlin is trying to get rid of his crush on Arthur because he doesn't want to ruin that friendship, so he starts going to pride groups weekly, to meet others. He meets Will, a trans guy, and they almost date for a while, but Merlin can't commit to it because of his own feelings. Morgana happens to meet him there, and at first that interaction is a little awkward, but instead of pressuring him, she just gives him a hug, and tells him it's okay, she's learnt that now. She'll always be here for him if he needs to feel safe away from Uther/Arthur, or the school as a whole. He tells her that he hopes Arthur could be different from his father, and she says she hopes so, but she doesn't believe he would be — he seems to hate her too now. But that's okay. She's got a new family now. She's happy.
And then, eventually, Arthur comes to accept his own feelings, and Gwen does hers. He talks to Merlin about how he isn't sure if he's straight, and eventually they date, and then kiss. Gwen has a Bisexual Awakening™, and she reconnects with Morgana (they were friends before Morgana left) and they date too. Hunith (who's been having a side plot of researching things and learning and becoming a better, more accepting person) comes to stay with Gaius for a while, and tells Merlin she loves him, and will always love him no matter who he's with, and she's sorry she never said that before now.
When Arthur turns 18, his mother reaches out to him. She was too afraid to risk upsetting Uther and the church before, but she wants to know if he's okay. He's angry at her for all the years she was silent, and all the things he didn't know, and for leaving him, but in time, she tells him the truth. Morgana also tells Arthur the truth, knowing now that he doesn't blindly believe his father, and this won't tear a rift between them. Uther's affair is then revealed to the whole congregation, most of whom are appalled, and his reputation is ruined. The church gets a new pastor.
Some of the kids realise that they don't need religion to be valid and happy, and others realise that they can have both religion and love, and God can love them no matter who they are with. Both are okay, and everyone accepts everyone. They all live their best, gayest, cutest, and happiest lives.
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Feel free to add stuff I love this concept. Also someone needs to write something like this and tag me bc I cannot write this myself — I'm incapable of managing the 3 fics I'm writing at the moment.
#merlin#merlin au#pride au#merlin pride#merlin modern au#modern merlin au#merthur#merthur au#merlin fanfic#merlin fic prompts
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