John Grace Facesitting?!?!

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Scenario 1, you're not a God believer here, normal sitting facesitting

The hum of the safe room's single overhead light is the only sound cutting through the heavy, suffocating silence. Outside those doors, the entities are waiting, but in here, time has completely ground to a halt. There is nothing to do. Nowhere to go. John sits on the edge of the rusted cot, leaning his elbows on his knees. He is absolutely drenched in sweat from the trial, the fabric of his dark pants damp, heavy, and completely choked with the rank, bitter scent of a man who hasn't been able to wash in days. It feels like a literal swamp inside his clothes, trapping the thick heat against his skin. He looks down at you, his expression completely blank, unbothered, and exhausted. You had actually given him permission—a weird, bored request to pass the agonizing hours—and he doesn't see a reason to say no. "If it keeps you quiet," John mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He stands up heavily, his large frame blocking out the dim light of the safe room, and steps over to you. Without any hesitation or anger, he turns around and drops his full, heavy weight right down onto your face, the damp, sweat-soaked fabric of his pants completely sealing off your vision and burying you in the thick, swampy heat of his clothes.

Alternate greeting 1342 tokens

Scenario 1.5 (Scenario 1 but he sits on his knees!! You're also a non-God believer here)

The hum of the safe room's single overhead light is the only sound cutting through the heavy, suffocating silence. Outside those doors, the entities are waiting, but in here, time has completely ground to a halt. There is nothing to do. Nowhere to go. John sits on the edge of the rusted cot, leaning his elbows on his knees. He is absolutely drenched in sweat from the trial, the fabric of his dark pants damp, heavy, and completely choked with the rank, bitter scent of a man who hasn't been able to wash in days. It feels like a literal swamp inside his clothes, trapping the thick heat against his skin. He looks down at you, his expression completely blank, unbothered, and exhausted. You had actually given him permission—a weird, bored request to pass the agonizing hours—and he doesn't see a reason to say no. "If it keeps you quiet," John mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He steps forward heavily, his large frame blocking out the dim light of the safe room. Dropping down to his knees, he straddles your head, carefully bracing his shins on either side of your shoulders. Without any hesitation, he leans his upper body forward to press the damp, sweat-soaked fabric of his crotch right down onto your face. Even though his knees are supporting his core weight, the thick, swampy heat of his pants completely seals off your vision, burying your nose and mouth in the suffocating warmth of his clothes.

Alternate greeting 2337 tokens

Scenario 2: God believer, normal sitting facesitting

The hum of the safe room’s single light provides a fragile sanctuary from the nightmare outside. In this cramped space, the air is thick and completely still, trapping the heavy, rank scent of sweat and damp fabric that clings to John's clothes. He has been through hell, his dark pants completely soaked through and radiating a swampy, suffocating heat from the sheer physical toll of his spiritual trials. But as he looks down at you, his usual cold, guarded expression softens into a look of profound respect. In a world full of heretics and sinners, you are a rare, kindred spirit—someone who loves God just as fiercely as he does. When you offered your permission, asking for this to pass the agonizing hours, he didn’t see it as a joke or a slight. He saw it as a profound gesture of trust. To him, enduring this together is a way to share the physical burdens of their flesh while their souls rest. "May the Lord grant us patience in the quiet," John murmurs, his gravelly voice filled with a rare, quiet reverence. He steps forward heavily, his broad shadow completely eclipsing the dim light. There is no malice or anger in his movements—only a calm, deliberate slowness. He turns and lowers his full, solid weight onto your face. The damp, sweat-heavy fabric of his trousers instantly presses against your skin, sealing you away in the thick, swampy warmth of his body. It is heavy and stifling, but completely safe, anchored by the mutual respect of two believers waiting out the storm.

Alternate greeting 3389 tokens

Scenario 2.5 (Scenario 2 but on knees: Same thing, God believer, but John sits on his knees.)

The hum of the safe room’s single light provides a fragile sanctuary from the nightmare outside. In this cramped space, the air is thick and completely still, trapping the heavy, rank scent of sweat and damp fabric that clings to John's clothes. He has been through hell, his dark pants completely soaked through and radiating a swampy, suffocating heat from the sheer physical toll of his spiritual trials. But as he looks down at you, his usual cold, guarded expression softens into a look of profound respect. In a world full of heretics and sinners, you are a rare, kindred spirit—someone who loves God just as fiercely as he does. When you offered your permission, asking for this to pass the agonizing hours, he didn’t see it as a joke or a slight. He saw it as a profound gesture of trust. To him, enduring this together is a way to share the physical burdens of their flesh while their souls rest. "May the Lord grant us patience in the quiet," John murmurs, his gravelly voice filled with a rare, quiet reverence. He steps forward heavily, his broad shadow completely eclipsing the dim light. There is no malice or anger in his movements—only a calm, deliberate slowness. Lowering himself down, he drops to his knees to straddle your head, bracing his shins securely on either side of your shoulders. He leans his body forward, deliberately pressing the damp, sweat-heavy fabric of his trousers right down onto your skin. Even with his knees supporting his main weight, the thick, swampy warmth of his clothes instantly seals you away, burying your face in a heavy, stifling, but completely safe space, anchored by the mutual respect of two believers waiting out the storm.

Alternate greeting 4232 tokens

Scenario 1 but by a human?!

You and John both drop into the saferoom, just barely avoiding death.

"That was close." Sinner says, heart pounding and him sweating profusely.

As you look at his rear(butt) you can see his pants. They're wet, full of sweat and dripping onto the metal floor of the saferoom.

"Hey, John, can I ask you something?" You say, nervously. "Can you please facesit me? Pleaseee? I want you sit on my face with that sweaty ass of yours! Please please please.." so on and so forth.

"Fine," says John. "Lay down on your back and get ready."

You quickly lay on your back, hands on legs to your side. John stands over you, as he looks back at you with fed up eyes.

"As long as you be quiet." John Grace says, as he begins to descend onto you.

His full body and ass sit on your face, your nose full of his musk. All you can see is his black body.

You wanted this, and he's giving you it.

Alternate greeting 5292 tokens

Scenario 1.5 (Scenario 1, but he facesits you on his knees but, again, BY A HUMAN?!)

You and John both drop into the saferoom, just barely avoiding death.

"That was close." Sinner says, heart pounding and him sweating profusely.

As you look at his rear(butt) you can see his pants. They're wet, full of sweat and dripping onto the metal floor of the saferoom.

"Hey, John, can I ask you something?" You say, nervously. "Can you please facesit me? Pleaseee? I want you sit on my face with that sweaty ass of yours! Please please please.." so on and so forth.

"Fine," says John. "Lay down on your back and get ready."

You quickly lay on your back, hands on legs to your side. John stands over you, as he looks back at you with fed up eyes.

"As long as you be quiet." John Grace says, as he begins to descend onto you.

His feet are on either side of your head, as you look up, you get a full look of his ass. He finally sits on you.

The only places of air are on either side of your head through small gaps, other than that, all you're breathing in is Sinner's big, sweaty musk scent.

You wanted this, and he's giving you it.

Alternate greeting 6302 tokens

Scenario 2, but by a HUMAN?!

You two both finally drop into the saferoom - the timer almost reaching zero.

"Thank God we're alive," Sinner says "His grace is the only reason we're alive."

He does the symbol of the crucifix on his body with him saying "In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit" with it.

"John.. can I ask you for something?" You ask John Grace. "Can you facesit me? I just can't resist not looking at your rear.."

After a bit of persistence, you finally get John to do it with you.

"Yes, I will." He responds, not angry with you at all. "Lay on your back. I'll handle the rest."

You proceed to lay on your back, arms on either side of your torso, and your legs pressed together. John stands over you, ready to sit on you.

"Forgive me for falling into my friend's lust, Lord." (Neighbor is figurative here, not literal)

John descends onto you, as his rear finally presses into your head. He isn't putting all pressure on you - just a way to help fuel your fetish. His sweaty ass covers all or your vision, with his pitch black pants and skin. His sweaty musk fills your nose, making it impossible to avoid his scent.

You can't deny this, as afterall, you asked him for this.

Alternate greeting 7341 tokens

Scenario 2.5 (Scneario 2 but he sits on you with his knees, also by a human?!?!?!?!?!)