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for marigold, i’d love her to fall in love with her preacher <3 have all these complex and complicated emotions surrounding it, and eventually cave in. she also has a complicated relationship with her attraction to women, and I’d love to explore that, meeting a girl in her parish and becoming obsessed with each other, at first they think they’re just extremely good friends who both bonded over their attachment to religion, and then marigold overwhelmed with emotions kisses them without thinking

:) slowly but surely, so you can likely expect replies to be from this blog!

for marigold, i’d love her to fall in love with her preacher <3 have all these complex and complicated emotions surrounding it, and eventually cave in. she also has a complicated relationship with her attraction to women, and I’d love to explore that, meeting a girl in her parish and becoming obsessed with each other, at first they think they’re just extremely good friends who both bonded over their attachment to religion, and then marigold overwhelmed with emotions kisses them without thinking

:) slowly but surely, so you can likely expect replies to be from this blog!

"o-oh... sorry." a soft flush intensified his already sheepish expression as he squirmed slightly beneath her, unable to meet her gaze lest he completely melt into a puddle. just being near her was overwhelming enough, her beauty unlike that which he'd ever seen before, but this level of closeness had completely thrown him into a tailspin, his brain lagging several steps behind so that it took him a moment to process just what was going on. gaze followed the traveling of the joint from his hand to her lips, his own mouth falling slightly agape in response to just how perfect and plump they looked wrapped around it. like an obedient puppy, misha nodded in confirmation, head moving robotically before he even knew what he was agreeing to, but once it sunk in, he knew he couldn't disappoint her. "i can do that! i can suck..." he leaned in slightly, keeping his eyes on her face to search for approval as he mimicked her actions and captured the joint between his lips. there was something oddly intimate about it— even without her body weight settled on top of him, the concept of his mouth being where hers had been, some of her lip gloss transferring to his lips in the process, it was almost like they were sharing a kiss, and the very concept caused a fluttering in his gut as he did his best to inhale. in his eagerness to follow orders, he'd inhaled too hard, thick smoke filling his lungs and making him separate with a dramatic spluttering cough, much to his embarrassment. "sorry," he repeated, trying to turn away so he didn't cough directly in her face. "i took too much... it is not so easy as you make it look."

Dana had by no means found a kindred spirit in Misha; she had been his complete opposite, or at least that was what she had discerned. And perhaps therein lay his appeal. Misha, so sweet, nervous, doting. So far removed from the usual archetype she found herself partying with. It was refreshing, actually. Of course, it bordered on narcissism that she would take pleasure in his devotion. To take sexual gratification from the doe-eyed pups' aim to please would be a demonstration of the femmes' egomaniacal pursuit to have total control. And so good behavior would not go unnoticed, all but cooing in delight as he moved to toke the joint she had held out for him, nodding along in glee. "Yeah? See?" She had almost expected his rejection of the smoke, grin never subsiding as gentle laughter purred from her, taking the joint to the side as manicured fingers slipped across his shoulder and traipsed the nape of his neck, guiding his focus back. "Hey! It's your first try, right? What are you gonna be like...A professional or somethin'? You know...I think you looked kinda sexy." A flirtation that seeped into her expression, half-lidded gaze, tip of her tongue moving to gloss her front row of artificially pearly teeth. "We could try somethin' different? If you're up to it? I can't remember the word for it though, fuck, um..." Eyes squeezed shut, racking her brain for the proper terminology before eagerly continuing. "Shotgun, right? Soo, it's like, I take a drag, and then I gotta come real close, like we're kissing kinda, and I blow it into your mouth. It's fun, promise."

His answer was a bit of a SURPRISE, and she had been MORE than ready to hop into his lap but ... no. Instead he opted OUT of that chance, and for just a second she quirked her brow in question but decided against verbalizing it for now. Better to take it slow, right? Rather than pressing him for a REASON with that thought in mind, the blonde perched herself next to him on the couch and turned to face him comfortably. Thigh BRUSHED against his own, and she offered a soft smile. HOPING that it looked comforting rather than amused all over again. ❝Classic IS good, yeah this will work just FINE.❞ Reaching out, Faye absentmindedly brushed a stray hair from his forehead before placing that same hand upon his cheek. ❝Maybe you should? To see what we're working with, right? Gotta know how you kissed HER to get a feel for it.❞

Mikey daredn't have paid much attention to the way her soft, tanned thigh made contact with his own, in fact-- it was crucial for this experiment to work, that he approached it as platonically as he could. Or at least, with as little sexuality as he could muster. Even if his brain had already begun to race with a montage of visuals that didn't aid his composure in the slightest. Adams apple bobbed upon her hands gentle cupping of his cheek, caressing a jaw very much fraught with tension. "Y-Yeah. I can do that. Yeah. So...I mean I guess I just sorta..." Hand of his own reached out now, timid as fingers slipped round to the nape of her neck, thumb settling gently beneath the lobe of her ear. Hesitant to approach, gaze flickering between the bright blue orbs of his close friend and the inviting petals of her lips, before his eventual descent against them. Subdued at first, the tip of his nose bumping softly against her own as he moved against her mouth with a reserved appreciation. It didn't help that his heart raced upon connection, nor that his libido-driven intrigue stirred below the belt. But despite this being a teaching moment, he was eager to make a good impression, allowing his dedication to praise to guide the increasingly fervent nature of his kiss, as fingertips ventured into the soft blonde mane of the femme before him.

the image of a naked maeve exiting the shower was burning in his brain, bound to stick around much longer than he wanted. he couldn't deny that she was beautiful, and accidentally walking in on her stepping out of the shower made his dick perk up, though it was something he had a hard time admitting even to himself. he knew it would be bad to get mixed up in any roommate fiascos, though she'd been nothing short of anything he ever imagined. it had been an exhausting day at practice, hence him not noticing her in the bathroom at all. "what the fuck, maeve?!" he jumped up from his spot on his bed, her voice ringing in his ears as his nerves suddenly skyrocketed. she couldn't be asking to see what he was thinking, could she? "see what?"

Maeve herself had not been entirely sure there was much rationality behind her request- no, demand. In fact, she had already begun second-guessing it the moment it had left her lips. But there was no turning back now, she had taken a stand. The raven-haired femme was nothing if not devoted to the pursuit of justice. And so, even though there had been some hesitation at first, Maeve doubled down. Hands settled atop her hips, ruching the oversized fabric of her worn-out t-shirt. "Your dick, Seb. I need to see your dick." Her voice nearly cracked, brows knitting together in determination. "It's only fair, okay? You saw...Everything. The whole fucking platter. So...So take off your pants."

the touch of his hand sent shivers down her spine. no man had ever touched her like that, even though it was something simple. she nearly yelped as he pulled her into his lap, her heart racing as the joint lingers in her hand. she did exactly as he instructed, his voice and words leaving tingles in her body. she couldn't help but think in other directions, though she kept those thoughts to herself. that would have been extremely inappropriate. she inhaled, and as soon as the smoke filled her lungs the burning began, sending her into a fit of coughing. it was so embarrassing to fumble like this in front of someone so seemingly assured and not afraid of what others thought, but she tried to play it off with laughter that came out in between coughs. "wow. you d-do this all the time?"

He couldn't help but smile as he studied her-- hawk-like in his endeavor to capture every slight change of expression. To commit each little display of nerves to memory. After all, it was so seldom that he found himself in a position where a girl so pretty didn't revere him as a loser. One of the many 'perks' he could chalk up to living in a small town, both in mind and population. A soft, endearing chuckle escaped him at her choked-up reaction, languid palm sifting gently along the outer curve of her thigh. "Somethin' like that...But don't sweat it. I hacked up a fuckin' lung the first time I tried..." Laughter followed. "Here, try this..." As one hand moved to command the joint, lifting to take a drag, the other ventured to gently traipse a thumb over her lower lip, sweet and delicate in his pursuit to softly part the femme's lips, before he could draw in close enough to allow a purposeful exhale only inches from her mouth.

a lot could be said to disparage lana's character, but no one could claim she was a quitter. quite the opposite, she prided herself on being a fighter, only becoming more determined to get her way when it seemed like the odds were against her— stubborn, though in this case it seemed to be working in her favor. she could've cowered like a helpless damsel in the hopes that these men who had come after her husband would spare her from whatever it was they had in mind for her, but she would rather walk away from this knowing she'd done everything in her power to defend herself rather than merely succumbing to her fate. and she would walk away from it, one way or another. lana didn't know what exactly these men were capable of, but she wasn't scared of them— least of all the one who couldn't keep that infuriatingly smug fucking grin off his face. "your mother didn't ever teach you not to put your hands on a fucking lady?" she shot back immediately, her smart mouth just about the only thing she could rely on at the moment. with him crouched down to her level, she only felt her rage swell further, fruitlessly squirming against her bindings as if she could wiggle her way out and land another good hit to match the blow she'd dealt on one side of his face already. "fuck you." she spat— literally spat— in his face, having no other way to fight back than to launch a viscous glob of spit directly between his eyes. "what's your plan here, tough guy? you just gonna keep me tied up here until... what? until he comes back with help and wipes the floor with your sorry asses?"

There were moments—especially on jobs like this—when Rich caught himself wondering if he’d made the right choice in life. Not that he’d ever really had much of a choice. But the thought would surface, unbidden, like an itch: What if? What if he'd taken a different path—something more grounded, more... stable? Maybe construction. Or bartending. Would he still be standing there now, nursing a black eye and taking verbal shots he probably deserved? Maybe. Life didn’t come with guarantees. But one thing was certain: the payoff for babysitting the crazy bitch in front of him would more than make up for the hassle. And, if he was honest, the added bonus of having a little eye candy to toy with didn’t hurt either. His gaze flicked to her, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips. She was quick. It was rather enticing. He let his eyes wander, deliberate, studying the room as if seeking something out. "Lady? Where is lady?" The punishment arrived swiftly, and he cursed himself mentally for being ignorant of its inevitability. Just a fraction of a second, and suddenly, he felt the saliva trailing down the bridge of his nose. The cool, sticky sensation broke his smirk, faltering into a tight smile as forced laughter escaped him. Palm moved to swipe away the spittle, slow to rise to his full height once more, and then sudden in his plight to aggressively flick remnants of the fluid from his hand across the floor. An accusatory finger jabbed in her direction, actioned by his newfound frustration. "This? This is why we tie you up...Pieprzona suka..." Vest became a makeshift flannel as he tugged it up to his face, scrubbing the remnants of her DNA from his features. "Your pussy husband owes us money. Instead, he leaves you. For my own sake, I hope he loves you. He pays, you go. You understand? Let us all hope you are more than something for him to fuck."

"it's true! i came down with that bug that's been goin' around..." she insisted, though she'd never been all that good of a liar. the truth was written all over her face whether she liked it or not, brows pinched and eyes full of remorse. rooster was her best friend, the only person she felt truly saw her amongst her stiflingly small town full of judgmental bible thumpers like her parents, and trying to avoid him had been just about the most heartbreaking thing she'd ever had to do. he'd never thought any less of her for being quiet, or plain, or simple minded— maybe that's why the devil had chosen him to be the subject of her sinful thoughts. because he knew any attempt to reject him to his face would tear her up inside, and winnie didn't know if she was strong enough to resist. just standing face to face with him now, she could feel that peculiar heat gnawing at the pit of her gut, begging her to give notice to it in some way, and it left her hugging the door closer to her as if putting a barrier between them would stop the feeling. "i-it's... it ain't you... really, you ain't done nothin' wrong. it's me— i'm sorry... i ain't mean t' hurt your feelins'... i just can't be around you right now... you're not mad, are ya'?"

"W-Well, I don't mind. I'll get sick too." The white-hot panic skittering up Rooster’s spine was near paralyzing—an overreaction, perhaps, but only to someone unaware of his talent for turning splinters into bullet wounds. Anyone with an ounce of perception could see that Rooster Bailey had been in love with Winnie for as long as he’d understood the word—perhaps even before. But he had never been foolish enough to say it aloud. To endanger their friendship, the only true refuge he had ever known, would have been an act of reckless self-destruction. So, of course, when faced with Winnie's estrangement, his mind did what it did best. Catastrophized. Somehow, impossibly, Winnie had found out. Worse, she had found out about all of the sacrilegious thoughts that spackled the walls of his brain when he was alone and feeling inquisitive enough to explore his own biology. As if he had not felt guilty enough, this was now punishment for his sins. "Winnie I could never get mad at you. I j- I just don't understand- Have you heard somethin'? How can I make this right? Lookit-- I swear, if...If this is what I think...We...We can work through it! We can pray!"