Sinning is A-ok|| Creek smut(repost)

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A bit less censored, just the swears so wattpad isn't on my a$$

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WARNING: Gayness:000, extremely dubious consent, top tweek rahhh, pastor craig, demon tweek


They have the s3x in the church while it rains ig :0000


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"See you soon," He turned, waving "Pastor."


His slightly raspy voice echoed in his head. That demon. The very demon that had a grip on his mind the day they crossed paths. He remembered that stormy night, the shuffling he'd heard in his closet. How his eyes glowed red in the dark, a red more vibrant than the crimson that painted his horns, wings, and tail. His claws were almost as sharp as his teeth and scraped against the wood of his bed frame. Oh how he prayed for god to help him through that terrifying moment. He'll never forget the imp's face. He was so humanoid. The only thing distinguishing him from humans was those horns and wings, almost the color of blood, and a tail always whipping behind him. His hair was blonde and messy, his shirt buttoned up all wrong so that an immodest amount of skin was showing. Craig was unaware as to why he'd come to visit him. Perhaps it was a sign from god that he should atone for his sins. His many sins of which he'd never spoken. Perhaps it was a test of restraint and self control. That demon could've been a temptation of some sort, a horribly vulgar succubus. All he could really remember him saying was his name. Tweek. And then he was gone like the wind. Whatever he, whatever it was, he prayed for it to not appear anew. So that he may not experience any sinful, homos3xual urges.


The weather was particularly bad today. All he could hear outside was the rain, so loud it sounded like someone was banging against the roof and church doors. It was to be expected, as it had rained days before, only it was notably worse now. When he was on his way to the church, he'd seen dark clouds gathering in the sky, painting it a grey relatively different than the clear blue it'd been before. Everyone was quick to leave at end of day, all except Craig Tucker. He'd walked to the church and was the only one without a car or an umbrella. And his fabric hat wouldn't do much for him. Many had offered to give him a ride home, but he'd refused, simply not wanting to cause inconvenience. No car, no umbrella. So he'd wait for the rain to clear up if it did. He watched as they walked out the doors and stepped into the heavy storm, letting a bit of rain and cold into the church every time.


Once the crowd had past and the echoes of their voice had become but distant memories, the church now devoid, he was left alone to ponder. He fingered a button on his shirt as he staired at the stain glass windows, dripping with downpour. Craig reached for a bible in the pocket of the seat. A loud clap followed by a low rumble entered his ears, making him tense up. He glanced at the rosary beside him, sitting back in the bench as he relaxed and let a sigh escape his lips. He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift to his fellow pastors, then the demon. When he noticed that he was thinking of the demon, picturing his face and voice in his mind, he cringed, eyes shooting open. Craig chewed on his lip, face starting to feel particularly warm. He closed his eyes again and another loud crash and rumble sound came from outside, this time a crack of lightning struck. Over the course of a few minutes, the sound got progressively louder and louder. Crack, boom. Crack, boom. A really loud one struck, so loud he could feel it, so loud it was almost like it was inside the church. He slightly opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry from how long they were closed. His heart felt like a galloping horse in his chest. He noticed a presence, moving seemingly closer. Craig focused on the sounds of his breathing, echoing through the church. His breathing, getting louder and heavier. His breathing, speeding up gradually as he started to imagine those bright red eyes in the dark. The ones that belonged to a filthy demon.

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