#tw missionaries

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Kinktober week 2 — Virgins

[ nsfw | CW ; First time, missionary, praise, body worship, Size difference, mentions of breeding, cream pie, pussy drunk, light overstim, Oral(F receiving), themes of making it fit, cock warming at the end, Dubcon(just in case) ]

Male x Female Reader

a/n ; I've been going through brain rot about sweet ol' virgins with big dicks... which is really the only excuse as to why Fujio exists now.

wc ; 2.1k

Synopsis — Loosing your virginity to your equally inexperienced big dick boyfriend... That's it.

Your fingers smooth over the ivory silk, tips tickled by the fine threads, "You don't think it's..." You trail off into a unfinished question eyes flickering over to his.

He stays silent for the most part, gingerly grabbing your hands and stopping them from running over the wrinkles in the fabric in favor of pulling them above your head.

"We can probably still trade it back in—" You continue on, nervously squirming under his intense gaze.

"No... You look pretty in this." He mumbles softly, "And it's only fair to dress you up like a princess, right?" He asked, tilting his head. You hesitantly nod, trying to relax your body.

He looked so pretty from this angle, pinning you against the soft mattress, observant eyes undressing you. It was a little unnerving honesty, Fujio wasn't the type of person to be this... Quiet.

But considering this was your first time, with each other. With him it makes some sense as to how serious he is being.

A soft warm kiss is planted against your temple, letting his weight settle in between your legs. "I can't believe this is all for me." He whispers, a shaky quiver entering his words.

Large hands wonder down your body, playing with frills and squeezing at anything they could get on- Chest, hips, thighs.

A strained whimper escapes your lips as his hands trailed down your body, the soft touch of his fingers as they explored your curves making you shiver.

You swear— with how hard your heart heart is pounding you might have a heart attack.

He leans down, soft lips pressing up against yours. Even with his position you can still feel how anxious he is, carful with every movement as if you you'd break if he made one wrong move.

You lean into the kiss, it's different gentle and passionate. Only familiar to the many nights you two spent grinding against each other eager for one's warmth.

Your hands entangled themselves into his long black hair, lightly tugging on the strands until a soft groan escapes into the kiss.

His hands worm their way in between your thighs teasing your clit beneath the ivory colored silk. Applying only the bare minimum of pressure to get you whimpering into the kiss- whimpers that he greedily eats up.

Eventually he pulls away, panting heavily. Gaze lingering on your face before looking down at your sex where his hand was busy teasing.

Thumb swiping over your sensitive nub. Lust filled eyes admiring how your panties started dampening. "Your so pretty." He breathes out in a sigh, letting his free hand come down to hold your squirming hips still.

You blush, shifting your gaze away from his intense stare in favor of looking at the ceiling. "N-Not as pretty as you." You stammer out, unable to think straight with the how frustrated your getting with the minimal pressure he's using — Enough to have you whimpering and shuddering but nowhere near enough to bring you to the edge.

His thumb continues stroking you, a small smile adorning his lips at how impatient you're getting. "You are." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your form.

Small, light kisses that he placed down against your neck, collar bones, breasts, all of them just a little too close to your chest to be considered "decent".

"Fujio..." You breath out, his last kiss was placed directly on top of your cunt.

"May I?" He hesitantly asks eyes fixated on the twitches of your pussy beneath the damp material.

You bite your lip, hesitating for the briefest of moments before nodding your head.

"Oh, you don't know how long I've been waiting to taste you." He quickly says voice shaky with anticipation, leaning in to give your clit a slow, teasing lick.

A pleasant sigh escapes your lips from the warm sensation of his tongue. Shifting your position so your legs were sat atop his shoulders. The sensation was more pleasant than you thought, his tongue warm and wet with saliva.

Your hands find his way through his hair again, whimpering at his experimental licks and sucks, His eyes staring up at your face to see what made your already faltering composure crumble more.

If your eyes hadn't fluttered shut you could've seen the way his hips seemed to grind against the mattress, chasing some kind of simulation in its tight confines.

It wasn't long until he found a pace, mouth latched onto your pussy— Staining the already wet panties with spit.

" F-fuck Fujio~" You whimpered, already shut eyes squeezing together. "Please— please don't stop." You stammered out, thighs twitching around his head.

He moaned into your pussy, his own hips mindlessly humping into the mattress. Fingers digging into the fat of your hip pulling it deeper into his face.

You swallow thickly, the hand in his hair tightening into a fist while the other grabs at the blankets beneath you.

"Close— m' so close fuck." You warned trying to keep your thighs from squeezing shut and suffocating him.

With a brief moment of hesitation he pulls his mouth off of your cunt, A wet 'pop' sound following.

Your glossy eyes fluttered open, a confused, frustrated whine escaping you as you rub your knees together. Trying to keep that orgasm from slipping away but it had already disappeared.

"M' so sorry baby, I— I just wanna feel you come on m' cock." He panted heavily, shoving his pants down just enough to free his already leaking cock.

"You— you can do that for me right? Yeah, I know you can." He quickly said, his own composure slipping because he finally gets to feel you around him, pussy fluttering and clenching because of him.

Giving himself a few good strokes to smear the pre along his length.

You eyes slightly widen at the size, you're not sure what's different about now compared to the steamy nights you two would hump each other— Maybe because unlike those other times he's actually going to fuck you.

"I don't think it'll fit—" You say under your breath, eyeing the tip. Could he even fit the tip in?

You know it's just the virgins anxiety getting to you, but why did God decide to make his dick look so big?

"It'll fit, I'll make it fit if I have to." He says, leaning down to kiss you again. "I'll just take it slow alright darling?" He adds a moment later.

You hesitantly nod your head, opening your legs so he's able to slot himself in between.

He leans over you, hands slowly reaching up to pull your panties down your legs and You obediently kick them off. Trying to keep your mind off of the heavy thumping of your heart or the increasing anxiety.

It's a little funny seeing his own eyes widening at the sight of your glistening pussy, a smile he's clearly trying to fight off forming onto his face.

"Your so pretty like this." He whispered, placing a hand right next to your head with the other one slapping the tip of his cock against your clit.

Savouring the way your hips tried squirming into the sensation.

He carefully pushes the tip against your entrance. A little frown forming on his face when it slipped past for the third time, a sigh of content leaving him when your own hand goes down and guides his length into you.

Just the head was enough to make you want to weep at the overwhelming feeling of something big inside you.

"Shit—" You cursed, squeezing your tear-filled eyes shut.

"Relax baby" he panted, slowly sinking into you pretty little whimpers and praise spilling from his lips.

He bit at his lips the second he bottomed out, "Fuck, you're so tight-" he whimpered, peppering your face with kisses. "oh I' feel like m' gonna cum already." He slurred out. You can feel him trembling, it's not from coldness but from the effort he's putting into not thrusting his hips.

"Tell- tell me when I can move." He huffed out, holding your hips closely up to his pelvis.

The two of you stay in that position for what felt like eternity, bodies closely pressed up against each other, breathing in each other's heavy pants. "I love you, I love you so much." You whispered wrapping legs around his waist.

"I love you too, I love you so so much— you're perfect, everything I ever could want and more" He rambled trying to stay focused on how pretty you look right now.

Glossy eyes staring lovingly at him, it's enough to have his cock twitching inside of you.

You swallow thickly, running fingers through his hair. Though a part of you wants to stay like this forever— There was a primal part that was starting become overwhelming, focusing on how nicely he stretched you out, how good it must feel when he drags his dick along those gooey, tender spots that has your toes curling and eyes rolling back in pleasure.

And those thoughts are starting to feel more appealing by the second, with a shaky exhale you whisper a meek

"M' ready—" Oh but before you could even let the last word leave your mouth he's already pulling out of you, till only his tip remained in before snapping his hips forward.

Greedy hands holding your hips tightly, to keep you in place as he fucked into you. "Thank— thank you." He says in between pretty gasps and groans, he wasn't even doing anything special. But with how thick he was, it grinded against everything just right, blunt head hitting spots you didn't even knew existed inside of you.

His eyes eagerly fixated on the way he seemed to sink and pull out of you so easily when just a moment ago he needed help getting it inside you in the first place.

"Haaa, please don't stop—" You whined, fingers tightening their grip on the blankets.

You can't tell whether it' feels amazing or agonizing, the way it feels like he's forcing space inside of you- bullying into your pussy with each heavy thrust of his hips.

"Shit oh, I can't— not now don't wanna cum now." He cursed under his breath, leaning his weight into you to fuck deeper.

That was all it took before your brain was short-circuiting, mindless pleas' and babbles spilling from your lips. Legs tightly wrapped around his waist, wanting more.

A shaky hands move over to your clit, rubbing sticky circles and shapes all over it. "Can— Can you cum on my dick for me? I know you can, you'll be a good girl for me right?" He babbled, equally as fucked out as you— which is saying something.

Wet squelching sounds ringing through the air everytime his hips made contact, slick and precum wetting the creaky bed beneath the two of you.

Your eyes fall shut, head lolling to the side. "Fu—fuck, you feel so good." You panted out, unable to form words properly any longer.

"Shit shit shit shit— m' gonna breed you, stuff you full of my cum" Hissing out as his thrusts turn sloppy, sloppy for his standards.

He held your hips in place as he let out a primal grunt, your fluttering hole being filled white with his cum.

Following his orgasm you came undone, the fullness pushing you over the edge as you mindlessly pleaded for more and moaned.

Loud wet slapping sounds resounding through the whole room, thick, sticky pearly whites leaking from his cock and spilling out beneath you, getting onto your thighs with each twitch.

His hips absentmindedly humped into you, fucking his cum deeper into you despite the overwhelming simulation.

"Fuck, I can feel it, I can feel everything" you whimpered out, fingers digging into the blanket beneath you.

He stays like that for a moment, heavily panting against your neck. Hands that kept your hips glued to his pelvis squeezing supportively.

You whimper softly, squirming beneath his weight. "Your squishing me..." You complain trying to push him off with little to no avail. You were about to complain more but he'd whisper something into your ear and though you're not entirely sure what he said, he sounded desperate.

"Mhmm what?" You mumbled internally cringing at the feeling of slick and cum oozing out of your hole.

"I love you." He whispered out, body already succumbing to sleep.

You stay silent for a moment a little smile on your face "I love you too." You whisper, fluttering your eyes shut for a moment. "Fujio you didn't fall asleep did you? You're still on top and inside of me." You asked, squeezing his shoulders lightly.

You never got that answer out of him. His soft breaths tickling your neck, You look up at the ceiling and let your mind fade, his soft breaths lulling you to sleep.

#Fawn | Fujio #fanfic #writing #fiction #smut #smut tw #tw size difference #tw dubcon #body worship #missionary position #minors dni #cw praise kink #breeding k1nk #smut tag #male oc #male oc x reader #male x reader #female reader #fem reader #fluff and smut #minors do not interact #c0ckwarming #pussy drunk #cw overstimulation #tw overstim #tw praise kink #mount fuji havin' ahh name #creamp!e #he's so nice #Five hours before this happens Fujio spent three of those hours studying on womans anatomy

[horizon-penblade]

just remembered that hermitcraft season 9 started while I was still on my service mission. What the frick. why is time so weird

#Look it's been nigh two years of getting my will to live back since then #And it feels so weird to think that the season that just ended #Is the same one whose beginning I geeked out over with one of the other missionaries on my shift #As fun as s9 was I really think I'm gonna like the fresh start #tw religion #(kinda/mentioned) #ask to tag #hermitcraft

[ghosthoodie]

you do know this is the splatoon lesbian blog right…?

#i respect y’all religious people but y’all missionaries need to chill😭 #ask #wooden speaks #anonymous #tw religion #my art

[veggietales-and-trauma]

My partner and I told our parents that we are not Christians anymore.

It actually went okay for the most part.

My partner told his parents first. They are less conversative and a bit more chill. They would like him to have a faith but understand it's his deal. They have not brought it up again and never asked me a single thing about it.

On the other hand, I had to call my parents on the phone for separate conversations. I cried both times.

My mom was surprised and disappointed but changed the subject pretty quick to pester me about having kids. Since then she has made little comments here or there but she never asks actual questions so I mostly ignore her.

My dad ended our phone conversation by going on a disgusting homophobic rant, no surprise there. Yet he still manages to act like a sad kicked puppy and make me feel bad for him. He hasn't called me since then. We saw each other in person one time and he never brought anything up, but he seemed kind of quiet and withdrawn the whole time.

He also emailed my partner a bunch of questions. He doesn't say anything directly, but we both got the feeling that my dad seems to blame himself for some vague sense of hurting me in some way. Why he's emailing my partner and not talking to me, we may never know.

My parents will be here for Christmas, so we'll see how it goes. I'm happy I decided to go this route though. I want to have a good relationship with my parents if I can, and I know I can't if I'm not honest with them.

I finally took step one. Now I can be more open about my real opinions. Before, I couldn't defend my trans or gay or atheist or queer or POC friends and family members without having a huge complicated game plan for how I can justify my beliefs with a believably Christian answer. Now I can just be myself and if they have an issue, well, sucks to suck.

#religious trauma #religious deconstruction #exchristian #exvangelical #missionary kid #deconstruction #tw christianity #tw homophobia #tw transphobia #coming out as atheist

[miraculous-ninjabird]

I as an ex-mormon have found a pretty solid strategy for the missionaries who are always coming around my house. (I never bothered with the legal process of getting my name removed). It’s so far worked pretty well and doesn’t actually involve me telling them no (since I often have an issue with that. I’m working on it).

I’ll note my strategy won’t work for everyone. I’d encourage people who encounter mormon missionaries to try it if they are able but if you can’t or won’t then the best thing you can do is just politely tell them ‘no thanks’. Please don’t antagonize them it’ll just make thing worse. But anyways. Moving on.

I’ll almost always let them in when they ask unless I’m busy or have plans. I’ll often times let them schedule another time to come by if I am busy.

My strategy is to immediately engage them and get them talking about themselves. Their interests, where they’re from, their pets back home, what they plan to study in school, places they are interested in checking out on the one day off a week they get, ect. Anything other then the reason they came (religion).

My reasoning behind it as follows. These are young men and woman ages 18-22, many of whom this is their very first time out ‘on their own’ in the real world. But they have lots of rules to follow and they are literally expected to eat, sleep and breath religion. Even on their ‘days off’ they are heavily restricted on what they are allowed to do. I want to give them a chance to be just people without all that. I want to help remind them that they individuals and that their religion does not define them.

Guys you should see how excited some of these people get when they see I genuinely I want to hear about them and their interests outside of their religion. They’ll go on and on about this or that. Their favorite books or that movie they’re really excited to see when they finally get home or the dog that they miss or how they used to love helping out on their grandfather’s goat farm or how they hope that they’ll get transferred up norther next spring because they really want to see that solar eclipse or the degree that they’re planning to peruse. Often times they get so caught up in what they are telling me that they forget the reason they even came in the first place.

It’s both very heartwarming and in a way kind of sad because I know my house is one of the few times that they can just be who they are without the religion. When they are with me I actively encourage them to talk about and think about things that are important to them but that they simply don’t get the chance to talk about or hardly even think about while they are on their missions.

Often times I’ll get the same pairs coming back and a good 8/10 they forget the religion entirely and just get to be themselves. Sometimes I’ll make dinner for them. I’ll invite them to play board games (this invitation can be hit and miss). Overall we all have a pretty enjoyable time with the trade off is the 2/10 times they remember I have to sit through a prayer or a 5 minute lesson or an invitation to come on Sunday. But I personally don’t mind that. I spent a lot of time feeling oppressively surrounded by their belief system when I was just as an everyday member so I can’t imagine how bad it must get sometimes to have that be your only thought every moment of the day. If I can provide a space to help relieve that pressure on these missionaries then I’m more than happy to sacrifice here or there.

And you know. I’m queer and while I don’t flaunt it I’m not shy about it in my own home. Anyone who visits will immediately know. Most missionaries won’t ask or even bring it but but the results in regards to the ones that do have actually been resoundingly positive. They’ve been polite and willing to engage in an honest discussion with me about their beliefs in that front and why I take issue with it. I’ve had times where having these people over, engaging them on a personal level, and showing them that ‘hey I am a normal person just like you’ has actually made a legitimate difference. I’ve gotten missionaries to question the very bigoted beliefs held by many members of their church. I’ve had missionaries say ‘you know that’s a good point. I don’t know why that is, I’ll have to look into it.’

Even if that doesn’t happen I’ve never had things go badly. I’ve never been insulted or called slurs. I the worst I’ve gotten is them explaining their beliefs say my ‘lifestyle’ is wrong and then asking if they’re still anything they can do to convince me to change it. It’s always dropped when I say no. And while this is obviously not a good thing to say to a bi/enby person like me, I’m also fairly forgiving on that front. This is because I myself have had to go through the process of unlearning those bigoted beliefs. Unlearning and then Restructuring your entire worldview is a long, difficult, and confusing process and I personally am willing to give people the benefit of the doubt to allow them a chance to start that process. <- I will note that the missionaries that I have to politely but firmly shut down on this front often don’t come back but that’s fine since I’m not at all interested in what their religion has to say on the matter.

My hope here is that by being kind and welcoming and giving these people a safe place to see that ‘hey the outside world really isn’t as terrifying as the church tells you it is and that we are all just people trying to live our lives’ that maybe I’ll make a difference and encourage someone to reconsider their beliefs or give someone who doesn’t want to leave but feels trapped the courage to do so. I honestly couldn’t tell you if it makes a difference in their lives afterwards in regards to the church but I do know I’m making a big difference in their lives in that moment and for me that’s enough.

Plus there’s also the bonus of I don’t mind entertaining them for a few hours here or there and every hour they spend with me is one less hour they spend in the house of someone who really doesn’t want them there but was to nice to say no. So yea.

This was prompted by the fact that I had missionaries over at my house this morning and we had a lengthy and interesting discussion about space and exactly zero discussion about religion.

#tw religion #ex mormon #thoughts on missionaries and religion #I will say I belive religion can be a very good thing for many people #and that religious freedom is crucial. #but mormanism is a cult who promote beliefs that are dangerous and harmful #there’s no if ands or buts about it #as a former morman I feel like I need to help #but I’m limited in my options so this is how I can #be nice to the missionaries and maybe help them see that their belief is not everything #I get not everyone has that in them #but I will at the very least emplore people not to be outwardly cruel or mean to them #I see that happens a lot but all that does is reinforce their beliefs #so yeah #if you can’t or don’t want to help provide a safe space for them #just tell them no and go about your day #they’re used to people closing doors in their face so it’s better than antagonizing them

[destielmemenews]

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#destiel meme #destiel meme news #world news #haiti #abduction #uhhhh #missionary work #i actually heard this on NPR hours ago but waited until i could sit down and read some articles before i posted #tw kidnapping

[pimo-and-sad-about-it]

The thing is, I don't have bad memories of my time in the church.

Now, I know the same can not be said for many exmos, and I by no means intend to diminish your experiences, merely to share my own.

I grew up in a happy family. I wouldn't say I experienced any traumatic experiences or anything of that nature. I didn't stop believing because of what TSCC did to me, I stopped believing because of the way they treat everyone else (among other reasons). And when I first lost my faith, it was in the rather unfortunate circumstance of being in the MTC.

So as you can imagine, I didn't really have any time to really figure out what my feelings really were about TSCC.

I served my mission "faithfully," (something I will likely feel morally ambiguous about until the end of time), and finally returned a few months ago.

And I finally had a moment to breathe. A moment away from the crushing pressure and expectations that missionaries are forced to endure. And I found myself online, finally able to talk with others like me.

And as I heard your stories and listened to your experiences, I started reflecting more on my own.

And I've started to realize that even if there's no particular event that I can point to and say, "There! That's how they hurt me!", that doesn't mean that TSCC hasn't had a negative impact on my life.

I've started looking at how I struggle with perfectionism, and though it may not fully be the church's fault, I have no doubt that the church contributed in some way to these struggles. The amount of time I've spent hating myself over trivial things can only stem from the church's influence. Anything related to purity culture is guaranteed to heighten my anxiety. I would have no trouble at all believing that my experiences in the church contributed to my struggles with sh.

So basically, I guess what I'm trying to say is that TSCC is NOT HARMLESS. Even I, who have been very very lucky all things considered, have seen how the cult tactics (I'm becoming more and more comfortable with that word each and every day) used by this organization can have significant negative results for those involved.

I just hope that I can break away from everything that's been shoved down my throat for my entire life and finally be okay just living my life without all the guilt and shame that I've grown accustomed to.....

#tw sh mention #tw self h@rm mention #exmo #ex christian #exmormon #exlds #pimo #ex mormon #apostate #ex religious #mission #returned missionary #perfectionism #purity culture

[fire-to-fire]

It was before my time but a Christian summer camp I attended used to have “Missionary Camp” where you’d pretend to be missionaries in a country where Christianity was illegal for about a week. Then one night the dorms would get raided by the “government” in the middle of the night and everyone would get sent on buses to “prison” off of the campus and then they’d have to escape and trek back.

It apparently stopped being a thing because it required too much work to put together but I suspect the traumatizing element also played a factor.

#ex christian #apostate #ex fundamentalist #ex fundie #religious trauma #christianity tw #ex evangelical #church camp #martyr complex #victim complex #emotional abuse tw #missionaries tw #anti proselytizing #role playing oppression

[ablednt]

Had an insane moment yesterday where I was thinking about The Owl House, particularly my emotional support "you grew up in a cult" starter pack episode Any Sport In A Storm and specifically the stuff Hunter mentions as being classic training (mazes with traps, surviving on a mountain, etc.) and I realized that it reminded me of the treks mormons make their teenagers go on where they hike in hard terrain wearing pioneer cosplays and rationing out water in the heat and regale each other with dramatized tales of people dying (I never went cause I was too disabled and said hell no but all my friends did) and I realized that even this satire comically evil organization isn't That Far Off from the church I grew up in. Fucking bananas besties.

#cult tw #media cw #ask to tag #also the covens vs wilds thing in thems the breaks kid gripped my soul with 1000 suns #I was watching it like LMAO JUST LIKE MY DAYS IN SEMINARY #like literally the only difference between the EC and the church is that because they don't make the law and have to avoid deaths #they do put some safety precautions in activities like it's not 'see who makes it back alive' or 'beat each other up for a ribbon' #but it IS literally just shy of that im so mentally ill about it #they way hunter is literally trying to do missionary work and failing so badly is SOOOo relatable thats exactly what i was like as a teen

[hellfire010]

"it wouldn't kill you to stop acting like you want to make love to satan on stage you know..." ironic to come from jason's lips as he's pulling his shirt back on after a long night with the band's front man. but he figured as long as he's sleeping with the enemy the least he can do is try to further the cause of his group. how he ended up here, he's unsure. one moment he's protesting, a sign in hand, bullhorn in the other, yelling about how satanist ideals kill good americans, the next he's falling into bed with the very person he was supposed to be boycotting. it was all very complicated and jason's conflict went deeper than just this transgression. still, even as he's suggested the tone down he's leaned over the bed, his lips pressing against eddie's. "and if you mention me by name while you're on stage tonight, i will break another of the ten commandments tonight." he warned before heading towards the door.

⊰ ✦ ⊱ ◦ @sugarfm

Eddie’s ideal type had always been the ❛ untouchable, ❜ even back in high school. Back then, it was the jocks and cheerleaders he swooned for, falling into the occasional secret fling or hooking up with at parties. Now? Now his affections and lascivious desires fell on the cute, little Christian protestor who seemed to have a raging hate-boner for Des Cultes, always targeting their signings and shows. It was the perfect plan; seduce and destroy. And by destroy, Eddie really intended to sleep with him as many times as possible until Jason fell head-over-heels for the frontman, and soon they’d be inseparable, despite their differences— Gross. ❝ It wouldn’t kill you to nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh— ❞ The mocking ended with a raspberry, heavily accentuated by a jerking-off motion over his groin. At the attempted admonishment, Eddie rolled his eyes in distaste, yet he couldn’t help the closed-mouthed chuckle or the tiny mischievous smile he wore. ❝ Part of you likes it though. Admit it. You like the innuendos, the hip thrusts, the special eye contact—all of it. ❞ The teasing was part of the package when it came to wooing an ❛ untouchable. ❜ Each one seemed to enjoy having someone hang from their shoulders, nit-picking everything they said and pointing out all their shortcomings instead of worshipping the ground they walked on. And it seemingly worked on Jason, having him in bed so frequently. They’d even moved up to meeting at the bar every once in a while! A success, really.  ❝ But I’ll think about it, lover boy. Just fo— ❞ Words were muffled for a second, interrupted by lips on his. And suddenly, Eddie’s stomach swarmed with man-eating butterflies, and he lost the will to keep making fun. So maybe this was what Heaven tasted like; a thought that bounced around his head every time they met like this.  And then it was gone. ❝ Wh—H-hey! ❞ Stunned by whiplash, Eddie stumbled out of the hotel bed, still naked. Tangled sheets were quickly balled up in front of himself for some semblance of modesty, despite everything they’d done the night prior (and it was filthy, absolutely filthy and wild). Jason couldn’t leave, not yet, not like that, not with a threat that Eddie needed to counter. He dashed past the younger, all but shoving him aside, just to block the exit. ❝ No. Nope. No can do. A? You only get one. One! Option. Either I don’t mention you or I don’t talk about wanting to get railed by Satan. Not both. And B? ❞ Fingers found themselves tugging at the hem of Jason’s shirt, pulling him closer for a kiss, and another, and another, and another... ❝ And B... Leave me with more than a weak threat to remember you by, hm? Maybe, oh... I don’t know... A repeat of last night? ❞

#▓ ▌ ⊰ IC; ANSWER ⊱ ◦ you call on me as bells begin to chime. #▓ ▌ ⊰ V.EX ⊱ ◦ don't mess with a missionary man. #▓ ▌ ⊰ SUGARFM; EDDIE x JASON ⊱ tell me who you wanna be and i will set you free. #sugarfm #tw suggestive #[[ nothing dirty happens #i'm sorry to disappoint #i'm just being safe idk #anyway eddie wants to wine and dine jason #bring him over to the dark side #and maybe not get a horrid inverted cross #tattooed on him this time ]]

[apple-dandy]

"Mission work is good when it's just going somewhere and asking ppl what needs doing!"

That's what we in the business call "volunteering" and you need neither Jesus nor attempted cultural genocide to do it.

Just go volunteer to help someone and shut the fuck up about your religion unless it comes up in passing. It's not relevant.

#personal #religion tw #fuck missionaries

[poly-mechanisms]

so last night i had mormon missionaries over at my house for the first time since we left the church and they were actually super chill??

like we got onto the topic of video games they played before they went on their mission and one of them said that they used to stream minecraft on twitch so i was like ’oh cool!’ because im me which lead to my sister bringing up that i watch the dream smp to make fun of me and the guy who used to stream said ’:0 do you watch technoblade??’

so yeah they were chill :D

#mormonism tw #mormon missionary tw