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caraphernellie · 4 months

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build god, then we’ll talk // e.w.

a/n: preacher!ellie part 2!! yay! once again heavily mcr inspired lol, also mm a fever you can't sweat out aka the best p!atd album. i got super freaked out because this accidentally posted a few days ago and i dont even know why what the actual fuck. im super nervous about this one. this one is significantly worse than the first and if i wasnt already before writing this i certainly now am never seeing the pearly gates. AGAIN IF THIS ISNT UR THING DONT READ

read part one here!!

word count: 2.6k

warnings: preacher!ellie , christian!reader . some random bitch named paisleigh i tried to go for names karen would pick. fem!reader , dom!ellie , sub!reader . rough sex . church sex they are in the church please dont be mad at me LMFAOOOO . oral (e!receiving) , inappropriate use of holy water?? lol. established relationship (secret lovers). internalised homophobia + religious trauma , mean!ellie , she’s mostly very nice , just punishing reader and suuuuper clouded by internalised homophobia. degrading/slight humiliation kink , corruption kink if you squint , dacryphilia , spanking (r!receiving) , fingering (r!receiving) , hair pulling. dialogue heavy tbh ,, . use of the word whore. use of pet names : angel , sweet girl , good girl.

towards the back of the church, you sit next to ellie during the evening service. her warm palm covers most of your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin. it’s secret moments shared in plain sight that get you going, that make your heart flutter and knees weak.

it’s moments like these that increase the doubts you are having about your faith – not like ellie knows, and absolutely not like you would ever tell her. she is your lover, and you have trusted her with so much, but she could never understand this. she’s dedicated her life to the church like it’s her purpose, and you’re haunted by it.

so even as you feel yourself losing sight of the need for salvation, and as you find that you can only feel happy and free once you let go of religion, you will sit through every mass. you will pray with her. you will continue to live this hidden, shameful life, living with the knowledge that nobody else would approve of the way you love ellie.

and it gets difficult, hiding it. you’ve lived in fear, hiding the secret of your sexuality for so long, but ellie’s warmth and her gentle touch is something you wish you could show off.

the service ends, and ellie stays back as she often does to talk to anyone who needs her guidance. you sit and wait for her in the pews, growing impatient, and growing guilty as your thoughts run wild and you realise what an apostate you have become.

you fidget in your seat, antsy and itching for ellie to come back to you, so you’ll be alone once more, and free to feel her touch and her kiss that you so desperately crave. but she’s having a chat with her neighbour paisleigh, of course, who is asking ellie with some not-so-subtle judgement when she’s going to settle down to become a typical housewife. you scoff at such an idea.

ellie? settling down with a man? that’s laughable.

but watching her talk with paisleigh, the way her chapped lips move and the moonlight shining through a stained glass window hits her eyes, you need that kiss more than ever.

almost on autopilot, you trail towards ellie, standing beside her with a blank face.

she interrupts paisleigh for a moment, turning to you, there’s always that undeniable look of adoration in her eyes, how she always tries to make time for you, and be attentive towards you, and it curls the corners of your lips upwards.

“you alright?” ellie asks, quirking a brow in your direction, “somethin’ wrong or you’re just bored?”

and you realise you’re actually not sure why you came up to ellie – or, you do know, but it’s not something you could ask right now. so you just grab her hand instead of replying, and ellie’s gaze hardens. in an attempt to appear professional, she squeezes your hand before dropping it.

“is something wrong?”

“uh…”

paisleigh utters something under her breath, something that sounds a little mean, before she speaks up. “i should get going. i will see you tomorrow.”

“for sure,” ellie nods, smiling. “see you.”

and ellie doesn’t even spare you a glance, waiting until paisleigh exits the church. you’re alone, the church is empty, and it’s so silent you could hear a pin drop.

at this point, it’s a matter of who will break the silence, but ellie beats you to it. you know she’s not happy – she’s always bitching the second you come close to even subtly showing love to her when someone else is around.

“jealous or something?” ellie says, crossing her arms. she leans against a pew, crossing her ankles. “couldn’t handle hearin’ about me possibly settling down? or were you just in the mood to get us caught?”

“ellie, it’s not like that, i just–”

“then what was it like?” ellie challenges, raising her eyebrows. she’s got a real mean streak, and it only comes out when she wants to protect you.

“it was- j-just– i just wanted to be close,” you mutter, looking down, a newfound meekness in your tone, “it was just me holding your hand, i–”

“and if someone takes you holding my hand the wrong way, then what? hm? you’re willing to lose everything just to hold my hand? what, you’re that desperate for some attention?”

“i wasn’t thinking, i just–”

you don’t know when ellie got so close to you, but her hand grabs your chin and lifts your face so she can stare into your eyes. there’s not much of anger there. you know what it is, it’s her own internal struggle, that she’s only taking out on you because she saw an opportunity.

“not thinking, huh?” ellie snorts, then caresses your cheek, a far cry from the callous tone she’s giving you. “poor girl, wanted me so bad, is that it?”

your lips are sealed, a doe look in your eyes that makes ellie smirk.

“talk. you wanted me, hm? use your words.”

“i just wanted a kiss,” you say quietly, “or at the very least, j-just a hug.”

“awe,” ellie croons, pulling you close. her heart isn’t calm like usual and you can hear it, the harboured speed she gained in fear of your secret being revealed. she’s warm as ever, her hands on your waistline and chin resting on your shoulder. “well here’s your hug, angel. but you know what i think?”

“...what?”

“you’ve forgotten where the fuck we are.”

ellie pulls away from you, and shoves you in the direction of the altar, causing you to gasp and catch yourself with your arms on the white table.

“we are in a place of worship. in the house of god, sweet girl, do you know what god thinks of people like us?”

you look down at your hands. “we’re… sinners.”

“that’s right,” ellie hums in approval. she ends up behind you, a hand gripping your throat to pull your back against her chest. “we’re sinners. and you went as far as to want me, to be thinking these kinds of thoughts during our service, in which we are to honour him. if you’re that much of a whore, i’ll give you what you want right here, right now.”

you splutter, quick shock taking over completely. “i- wha- here? in church? ellie, y- we can’t, this isn’t priv–”

“nobody’s watching,” ellie murmurs into your ear, leaving a kiss right where your shoulder meets your neck. “nobody except god himself. so why don’t i teach you a little lesson, show god how sorry you are?”

oh.

“i…”

ellie’s hand slides down your neck and to your back, pushing, pushing, until you’re bent over the altar. she tugs at the hem of your dress with one hand, the other trailing up the back of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake like little electric sparks.

“let this punishment be our prayer. our repentance,” ellie suggests, holding your dress up. a finger traces slowly over the outline of your panties, such a feather light touch you almost don’t feel it, until she’s tugging them down and letting them pool on the floor over your mary janes. “remind me, what are we?”

you’re preoccupied, trembling over the altar and mulling over in your mind the way the air brushes against the heat in your cunt.

preoccupied, until there’s a stinging pain spreading over your ass, and a slap echoing through the empty church, followed by your own yelp.

“i said,” ellie speaks through gritted teeth, repeating herself, “what are we?”

“sinners,” you answer, voice wavering. “so sorry, i– ah!”

another spank, right on the other ass cheek this time. ellie chuckles, her large hands kneading over soft skin to soothe the sting of it.

“we are sinners, and we always beg for forgiveness, don’t we, my angel? so how dare you–” the word dare is punctuated by another spank over the middle of your ass. “-think something so sinful in a time where we are supposed to be holy?"

a pathetic mewl whines past your lips and you tremble even more, “i’m sorry, ellie, but the–”

“don’t be apologising to me,” ellie says, chuckling. she cups your cheeks in her hands from behind, tilting your head up. your eyes focus on the large wooden crucifix hanging on the back wall of the cathedral. “apologise to him.”

“oh,” you whisper, the heat of embarrassment bubbling inside your stomach, rising to your face. “yes. of course.”

ellie’s face appears beside you, a soft kiss pressing against your shoulderblade. “i love you,” she whispers, and she loses sight of herself for a moment – forgetting where her values are, forgetting her internal battles for just a moment to show you something tender, a warning, a reminder that she is playing.

and just when you think the harsher treatment is over, she gives you this short warning that almost doesn’t register in your mind. she slaps your cunt, and she laughs at the way you buck your hips away from her hand.

“this is not going to be gentle. you didn't think your punishment was over, did you?” ellie teases, two fingers spreading open the soaking folds, gathering creamy slick over the pads of her digits. she lives for every reaction you have, every shudder and every little gasp. “tell me, sweet girl, what happens if you sin?”

“y-you’re damned,” you reply, trying to focus your gaze over the cross, and your back arches when two of ellie’s fingers slowly slide inside. “damned to hell.”

“yes,” ellie answers, an audible strain in her voice, where she grits her teeth over the feeling of your walls clenching around her long digits. “and is there a way to save yourself?”

“by… oh, el– by looking to god,” you say. your voice is barely above a whisper, but ellie nods anyway, slowly beginning to move her fingers. “and by apologising, a-and seeking forgiveness from the lord, and y-you can be absolved of s– ffuck.”

ellie is hardly listening to your answer at this point. you can’t see her, but if you could, the look on her face would be tantalising enough. lip pulled between her teeth, thick brows burrowed over narrowed eyes as she watches her fingers coat with your wetness.

“you’re right,” ellie whispers, flitting her gaze up to the back of your head again. “so what are you gonna say now, angel? do you want to be an angel? or keep being a whore?”

“i-i’m sorry, lord,” you plead, a moan choking out as ellie speeds up her pace, thrusting in your pussy, squelching, wet sounds echoing in the church and increasing your embarrassment. “please f-forgive me, for disrespecting you, in a t-time meant for w– ellie!”

the shriek comes as ellie’s free hand spanks your ass again, and she growls, “now apologise for both of us. like we always do.”

you nod, panting softly, but there aren’t many words coming to mind at the moment. think, think, we pray every time. this shouldn’t be hard.

ellie’s fingers slide in and out of you, and she smirks when she feels your clench around her again. the pace is so fast you can’t keep up, and her fingers pound so roughly it almost burns. a knot builds in your stomach, tears in your eyes.

pulled out of your daze, ellie rips a cry out of you as she grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head upwards to look at the cross after noticing your head fall. she keeps her grip tight. a hot tear slides down your cheek.

“aw, angel, this shouldn’t be hard,” ellie coos, almost as though she read your mind. “are you sorry?”

“yes, yes,” you whine, hands holding onto the edge of the altar for stability. “please, oh f-fuck, ellie.”

“please? please what, angel?” ellie asks, smirking. “you’re not cumming until you can show god you’re sorry for this.”

“i’m sorry!” you cry, a tear or two dripping onto the white tablecloth on the altar. “please, lord, f-forgive us, we have- are sinning, again, a-and- ahh, mmff,..”

ellie almost rolls her eyes, a large grin on her face that she can’t wipe off for the life of her – you can’t get a full sentence out, and she’s proud.

“please guide us, and p– protect us from future error,” you continue, “thank you for your f-forgiveness.”

“good,” ellie murmurs, easing up some of her relentless pace only to make you more comfortable, “keep cryin’, maybe your tears’ll convince someone to believe you.”

you can’t bother to reply, though ellie’s finally, for once, acknowledged how unapologetic you both are. not sorry, just guilty.

“el– ellie, i’m going to– mm, right, yea, like that please-”

ellie releases her grip on your hair, and hooks a strong arm around you. she laughs as your cunt twitches when her hand begins rubbing at your puffy clit, now with nothing on her mind but the goal of making you cum.

it doesn’t take long after that. a cord in your stomach snaps, unravelling as you shake and tremble and jitter, loud, lewd moans filling the silence of the empty church.

pulling away, leaving your wrecked hole empty, her fingers poke at your lips. as you still come down from such intensity, ellie lets you lean against her while your lips part and take her fingers in, sucking the slick off of them.

“good girl,” ellie whispers, her other hand smoothing your dress down and patting your ass. “you’ll make a perfect angel, so obedient like that.”

you hum around ellie’s fingers, hands lazily grabbing at her wrist, half lidded eyes trained on the veins in her hand.

“i need you to do one more thing for me, can you do that?” ellie asks, taking her fingers out of your mouth. she kisses the corner of your lips, and then grips your shoulders, beginning to push you down. “kneel.”

glassy eyes peering up at ellie, tear stained cheeks and a small pout on your lips, she grunts and reaches for her belt. “ah, fuck...”

she’s ruined you.

unzipping her pants, ellie takes down both the slacks and her grey boxers at once. there’s no time to process anything before she’s got a hand on the back of your head, gently prompting you to move closer, enticing you towards her messy cunt.

ellie looks down at you, huffing a breath out of her nose when she meets your eyes. “c’mere, angel, let me mess up that pretty face even more. just– aw, shit, uh-huh.”

your nose tickled by auburn bush, you press your face against her and flick your tongue out, lapping over her clit. the memory of your dwindling faith is hazy in this moment, nothing but ellie’s moans and taste filling your senses.

“that’s it,” ellie praises, leaning back against the altar to keep herself from growing weak. her hand begins to move your head, and you almost can’t keep up with it. “just so– mmm, ffuck yeah, shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

hands folded in your lap, there isn’t much you can do but take this, especially when ellie begins rutting her hips towards you. lips and tongue melting between thrusts and the hand moving you up and down, meeting ellie’s pulsing cunt, tasting her essence.

“sh– fuck,” ellie grunts, staring down at you, pretty green eyes jaded in pleasure, bushy brows knit together, and chapped lips groaning explicit praise while she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“so, so, nnng, s-so fucking good, that’s my girl.”

your desperate whimpers vibrating through ellie’s core are what does it. she fucks her pussy against your face with a guttural moan, head tipped back in pleasure.

and when it’s all over, she lifts you to your feet, redresses herself. chuckling at the sight of your wrecked face, lips and chin covered in spit and slick, ellie kisses you with the gentlest affection.

“good girl, you handled that so well. hm, shit, you’re messy.”

looking for something to clean you off with, the only thing ellie can find around is holy water. smirking, she pours some onto her hands, and massages it over your face.

“amen,” she whispers, nodding her head.

and ellie’s smile grows genuine when half lidded eyes meet her own, and you bow your head.

“amen.”

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i may consider a part 3 let me know if you want it :) it would be fluffier 😭 maybe they'd leave the church? mybe consummating a marriage iywim... hmm...

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 7 months

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William Rex Madness Route - Chapter 24

WARNING! The following story contains scenes of gruesome murder.

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William: "Looks like something got in your eyes. Let me see."

He immediately lifted my chin.

Then a large shadow falls in the corner of my eye.

(Eh.....?)

The sound of something wooden breaking is heard and it falls towards me.

(Oh no!)

Before I could process, my body was moving.

Kate: "William....!"

William's arm grabbed mine as he looks at me and pulls it as hard as he can.

William: "....!"

William's body tilted,

Something was falling behind me and I was on top of him.

Kate: "....!!"

I close my eyes tightly when I felt the shock that hit me.

-----Instantly, with great force, the body was pulled together.

A loud noise and impact of something heavy and hard crashing and shattering, echoes through the air,

-----Eventually, everything became quiet.

(....Umm)

(I don't feel any pain....)

Fearfully I open my eyes.

A statue of the Virgin Mary was right under our noses, creating a large crack in the stone floor.

Kate: "Ah....Huh...."

(....That's)

Kate: "William....!?"

When I come back to reality, I hear a laughter coming from nearby.

William: "Who do you think was holding you?"

Kate: "Ah...Umm....?"

It was there that I finally realizes that William was holding me in his arms.

William: "Fufu, The Virgin Mary tried to kill you...."

William: "My dear partner in crime."

Smiling amusedly, William strokes my disheveled hair.

(Kill me....?)

Once again, I look down at the spot where the statue fell.

The spot where the statue cracked from the impact of the falling statue was exactly where I was.

If I had stayed there , my body would have been crushed in a matter of seconds.

(Maybe....)

(William protected me....?)

Recalling being drawn in by a strong force,

An unidentified fever rises up from deep within the body.

Kate: "Why...?"

-----FLASHBACK-----

William: "I don't want to see you die for any other reason than to protect me from my fate."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(Now, I was....working to protect William)

(And if I die, then William will die....)

Kate: "Why did you help me....?"

William: "Because now is not the time for you to die."

As if by magic, William whispered softly,

He stroked my head, as if to cast a spell on me.

William: "Crushing by falling statues' is....not quite tragic enough doom for the Self-righteousness King."

William: "You're not supposed to die here."

William: "And, far from a tragic ending, it's not as if you're going to be killed off in a minor crisis----"

William: "Not the end of you I want to see."

Kate: "......Mm."

My heartbeat.

His bewitchingly narrowed eyes and brutally sweet voice pour heat into my heart.

(I would give my life to protect William)

(But....)

(Until William lets me, I....I can't die)

'Until such time as the call of a more tragic death, befitting the doom of the 'King of Self-righteousness', he holds me hostage.'

(Until then, the life I give him will be.....protected by William)

(That's-----)

William: "....Understood?"

(I'm so happy!)

Kate: "Yes....William."

The voice that answered faded and snatched, as if intoxicated by a sweet poison.

William: "....That's my robin."

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William: "....That's my robin."

William stands up with me in his arms and gently lowers me to my feet.

Kate: "What about Grimsley....?"

William: "I'd say he got his foot caught in a thorn." (Get it!?)

I ran my eyes towards the entrance to the church,

Grimsley was under Ellis's feet. (Get it now!? Because he was stepped on by Ellis....and Ellis's...curse is...'thorn' from Sleeping beauty? Did you get Will's joke...haha..haa...*sighs*)

William: "He has no more weapons of resistance, no more room for retreat."

William: "----Time for absolution."

------Options-------

I'm watching it.

As you wish.

Be careful.

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Kate: "I'll keep watching. I'll stay close to you."

William: "....Ah."

William caught my gaze and smiled thinly.

Grimsley: "...... .....Ngh!"

Every time William's footstep approach,

Grimsley's body start to tremble.

A frightened, trembling breath could be heard leaking through the gap between his teeth, clenched under his moustache.

William: "Thank you, Ellis. I'll take it from here."

Ellis: "What about the restraints?"

William: "....That won't be necessary."

When Ellis got off of his body,

Grimsley put his shaking hands on the floor and dropped to all fours and hung his head.

Grimsley: "P-Please don't kill me....please....."

(Nn.....)

William: "..............."

Grimsley: "Forgive me....I-I'll do anything....."

Kate: "To kill the Crown...and William..."

Kate: "You thought you were doing the right thing by using innocent lives as instruments of justice....?"

Both William and Mr. Brian say that the young man who pointed the knife at William is the Tower of London was also a prisoner.

He should have been prepared to accept the consequences and choose what his heart believed in.

(Although what he did is unforgivable)

(I am sure that this person has his or her own non-negotiable will)

(Some part of you thinks you're making a ruthless decision that you're prepared to for it)

(But...this person wasn't prepared for that)

The resolve, the responsibility, the manipulation, putting it all on someone else's shoulders.

Even the cause they were pretending to be for is about to be thrown out as soon as their lives are threatened.

(That's....too much)

My throat tightened as feelings of neither sorrow nor anger flooded through me.

Grimsley: "Please forgive me....please..forgive me..."

Grimsley crawls to William's feet, hanging down.

Grimsley: "Please..."

William: "..............."

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Grimsley: "Please..."

William: "..............."

William looked down at Grimsley with a cold stare.

He crouched down on one knee, his expression softly and gently relaxed.

William: "As you said earlier....some people may consider you righteous."

William: "Nothing could be more sinful than to wipe either of them from the face of the earth as wrong with death."

The tone of the voice is full of compassion, as if an angel of heaven were bringing revelation.

Grimsley looks up slowly and invitingly.

William: "....You finally looked up."

Grimsley: "Ah..Arghh...."

Grimsley's sweat and tears stained face softens.

William's sweet whispers and smiles must have felt like a potion to cure fear at once.

('The more dangerous something is, the kinder it looks')

I was remembering what William had said to me one day.

-----Grimsley will deeply savor those words today.

William: "Don't move".

Grimsley: "Nghh------!?"

At that moment, as if time had stopped, the Grimsley stopped moving.

William: "You forgot, Grimsley."

William: "Unfortunately, there is no one here with a guilty conscience."

Grimsely: "Ah....Ha...."

William: "Come on, 'Give me your hand'."

Grimsley's stiff hand is held out in the air with a shudder.

William: "Good job."

The fingernails, decorated with the color of blood, reverently takes his hand, that was held out as if searching for salvation.

A knife was placed on it.

Grimsley: "Haa....Haa....!"

Arrogant, self-righteous and sinful lips,

Laughed happily and passed the judgement.

William: "Cut your head off'

William: "Slowly as possible'.

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Bright red rain falls in the dark night.

Gruesome and beautiful like petals falling off a rose.

William kept his smile on his face, quietly staring into the red.

Sentiments left behind in the past will never catch up with him.

(William's resolve is unwavering)

So he is the 'King of Self-righteousness.'

At that moment, applause echoed through the bullet-riddled church.

(...........?)

Victor: "Fantastic! Woohoo!"

Kate: "Victor....! Since when were you here?"

Victor: "Hm? I was here since the very beginning."

Victor emerges from the back of the church, smiling broadly and tilting his head.

Victor: "To watch them behave so freely and healthily as the great evil that they are."

Victor: "It's one of the main reasons I founded the Crown."

The queen's aide, who winks mischievously at me, is hard to take my eyes off of him.

(....Why does Victor care so much about the cursed ones?)

(Not that Victor himself is cursed...right?)

(Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever heard whether he was also a cursed one...)

Victor: "Well, you've done it again, my dear cursed ones."

Victor: "I salute and admire you for your evil."

Victor: "And Kate."

Kate: "....Yes."

My name was called out unexpectedly and any doubts that had been brewing in my head were drowned out before they could take shape.

Victor: "Thank you. You've shown me some very nice things."

Kate: "What do you mean...?"

Victor: "Your beautiful resolution that is made possible because of your love...."

(Ah....)

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Victor: ".....I have some selfish expectations, you know."

Victor: "You know his 'evil' and you're attracted to him....so, think you can protect him?"

Victor: "Are you ready to stand by his beautiful solitude....his fate?"

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(....Maybe Victor knew about this)

(His expectations for William that he had decided not to fulfil)

Victor: "You were beautiful, like a knight, always there for William. And the lovely thing on top of that was...."

Kate: "Hm....?"

Victor: "William's slightly impatient expression!"

Kate: "...Huh!?"

Victor: "William only gets impatient once in a million years! It was a 1 in a 1000000 thing! It's so precious."

Victor: "The look on William's face when you were about to get crushed under that Virgin Mary statute. That look on William's was so...."

Victor: "Awwww. I wish I could see it again!!"

Kate: ".....R-Really?"

William: "Well, who can say?"

William looks at Victor and me, smiling happily as usual.

(Now I want to see it....! Why did I close my eyes...!?)

Victor's happy expression only made me more salty.

Harrison: "Only a pervert like Victor would pay that much attention to Will's face right after a gunshot wound."

Kate: "I wanted to see it too..."

Liam: "Are you having a competition or something?"

William: "It's not that interesting to look at, is it?"

Kate: "But...I want to see too."

William: "Why?"

Kate: "Why, you ask...?"

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Kate: "Why, you ask...?"

Kate: ".....I would be happy if William had a different and special look only for me..."

(You, who love, everyone)

(You are special to me)

(I also...want to be thought of in a special way)

I always expect to see a glimpse of love directed only at me in a sudden expression or gesture.

Kate: "Your 'specialness' is a priceless treasure."

William: ".........."

William was taken aback, then laughed amusingly.

William: "Fufu....you really don't get it, do you?"

Kate: "Eh....?"

William: "You're either hopelessly observant...or you pretend not to believe it."

Kate: "W-What are you....?"

William seemed to have decided to enjoy watching me tilting my head.

He smiled without saying anything more.

Victor: "Now, let's all go back to the castle!"

Victor: "And as a thank you for completing the mission, Part 2 of the celebration party is abou-----"

William: "Victor?"

Victor: "Ah yes! It's tomorrow! TOMORROW!! Everyone go take a good rest for the night!"

The Grimsley guards had apparently been taken by William's men at some point.

We left the church, leaving Victor to clean up the scene.

Harrison: *sighs*".....What a bad timing."

----The church was in the middle of a rainstorm.

Liam: "It's looking like it's going to rains a lot----we might wanna hurry."

The Crown's members each climb into one of the several carriages Victor may have arranged for them.

With them by my side, I also took one step outside the church.

Cold drops hit my skin.

(Ah.......)

The drops of rain sliding down my skin felt so good that I couldn't help but look up at the sky.

(.......It feels good)

There's a darker pleasure in getting wet in the cold night rain than in the day.

(It's like my body is melting into the night...)

I stopped because I feel that it would be a waste to run through without tasting it.

My hair, which gradually contains drops of rain and sticks to my cheeks,

A hand reached out from next to me and gently brushed it behind my ear.

William: "I see you've taken a liking to getting wet in the rain."

Kate: "....'Someone made me realise that it's good thing'."

William: "I wonder who could have said such a sinful thing?"

While laughing, I take his hand.

The rain had soaked both our hands and they were cold, but...

From the point of connection, heat was gradually generated.

(It feels good to get wet in the rain)

(Warming each other's wet skin more like this....feels good)

It was a 'good thing' for me that William uncovered and showed me.

We say goodbye to the night rain and get into the carriage.

William held me by the shoulders and wrapped me in his cloak to protect me from the night's chill.

The scent of rain-soaked roses envelops my whole body, numbing the core of my head.

Kate: "Earlier, William said...."

Kate: "What do you mean by 'you don't understand'....?"

William: "Right....I'll give you a few clues."

As if it were a private conversation to be had in bed, William whispered.

The subdued voice slips from my ears and seeps sweetly into my numb head.

William: "Unravelling the truth from the smallest signs is a very enjoyable process, but."

William: "You already have the truth in front of you, but you don't seem to want to reach for it."

Kate: "......truth.....?"

William: "Ah. You want to know what's on my mind."

I look up at William.

There was a seductive smile, as if trying to lure me into a labyrinth.

William: "When we return to the castle...."

William: "Let's go over the answers, shall we?"

Madness route - Veemente: Passionately - Normal Story

#ikemen series #otome #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen villain #cybird #ikemen villains #ikemen mc #ikemen villains william

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blankiebloo · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request what would Kaeya, Diluc, and Kazuha (seperate) do if they come to see you perform at a dance/singing/whatever performance?

Thank you so much :D

Yes, of course!

Character(s): Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha

Genre: Fluff

Mesmerizing

Kaeya

You're one of the many bards in Mondstadt, but among the many, you're quite popular: you get asked to go to the taverns a lot a play, you even get asked to perform at some of the other nations, but today you were just asked to play at the cathedral in Mondstadt, the first place you performed actually.

It was a quiet night, you were playing for the sisters at the church and some of the people who decided to stay out longer; you were playing the lyre with your eyes closed, letting the music speak to you.

Out of everyone at the cathedral there's was one person paying attention to you the most, Kaeya.

Kaeya has always thought that the music you made is the best music he's ever heard, and he's not lying, there's nobody who can rival your talent and he is just so lucky to have someone as talented as you in his life. As he continued to listen the remaining people started to trickle out until its just you, Kaeya, and the sisters who are now talking to each other. Kaeya took this as the perfect moment to applaud you for your performance.

The light clapping caught your attention and as you open your eyes you see Kaeya in front of you with a soft smile on his face, "You get better with that lyre everyday, you know"

"Kaeya?! When did you get here?!" You asked, slightly embarrassed. This isn't the first time he's heard you play, but he rarely has any free time and him using the limited amount he has to go see you warmed your heart up in a way.

"A few moments ago, I came here to walk you home but I was just so enamored by your music that I couldn't help but just stand there and listen."

"I appreciate the fact that you enjoy my music Kaeya, but you should've let me know that you were here, I could've played some songs for you at home you know," you huffed, feeling slightly bad for making him wait for so long.

Hey chuckled and pat your head, "It's quite alright, I don't mind waiting, especially if its for you, dear." He gave your forehead a kiss and held out his hand. "Shall we get going?"

You took his hand and you two starting walking home.

Diluc

You were singing outside of the winery while attending to some chores to keep yourself busy. You were so caught up in what you were doing that you didn't even notice Diluc admiring your voice.

"Your voice is truly beautiful"

His voice startled you and you physically jumped, he placed his hand on your shoulder as he stifled a laugh.

"Diluc, how long have you been here?" You asked, still a little bit embarrassed.

It's not that singing in front of him is embarrassing, it's just that this is a new song you've heard and you're sure that you've been messing up every other lyric while you're mumbling it to yourself.

"Mm, you wouldn't like the answer to that question. But, you should sing more often, especially that song"

"Oh, alright then"

He gave a small chuckle before walking away to tend to his own business, while humming to the tune you were just singing.

Kazuha

You personally love to dance, and it's great that you've been recognized for your talent with dancing, too!

You're at a rehearsal practicing for a big performance at the Jade Chamber, and it just so happens that the place you're rehearsing is where Kazuha likes to frequently visit. The strong smell of weed maple filled the air and pulled your attention so far away that you had to turn around and greet your poetic lover.

"Your dance, [Name], it flows just like a river, and brings the warmth of a spring breeze," he spoke, his voice as soft as always but still strong with the meaning of his words.

"Thank you, Kazuha. I have to ask, how do you always find me whenever I'm practicing? It's like you have a special gift just for that," you chuckle to yourself as you turn back around and sit.

"The wind always tells me when its time to find you again, and it's always when you grace Teyvat with your talents"

He moves to sit next to you and places his arm around your shoulder.

"I take it that you're performing at the Jade Chamber next?" He asks as he lays his head on top of yours.

"Yes, will you be there?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

A/N: I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FINISH THIS- When this was sent I started it, but I had finished one so I took a break, and then the next day someone said something that made me feel extremely apathetic, and then I actually got busy so-

BUT ITS DONE NOW!! I hope you enjoy it, and if you'd like to send me a request, please read here first!

-Lots of love, Blankiebloo~

#blank writes!♡#genshin fluff #genshin x gn!reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #kaeya fluff #kaeya x gn!reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #diluc fluff #diluc x gn!reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #kazuha fluff #kazuha x gn!reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you

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A.P.U Comfort

Summary - Part 18 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - mentions of miscarriage

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. Beware though, this one is a little longer than usual – I got a little carried away as I had a particular episode in mind that I wanted to rewrite for this situation. The GIF below is a major hint at what we're diving into. Until next week, enjoy!

Meanwhile in Sioux Falls…

“I don’t know what to do, Bobby. I don’t know how to help her feel better when I don’t know how to shut off the pain myself. She’s a shell of herself…I just want to see her smile again. She would’ve been an amazing mother, you know.”

“For a start, you don’t shut it off. You share it. You confide in your girl. Let her confide in you. ‘Cause you’re no better. Sam said it’s like living in a morgue and now I can see for myself what he means. You will both be great parents when the time is right. Neither of you is the type to give up on anything when it comes to helping others, you just need to apply that same passion to yourselves and each other.”

“How?”

“You love her and you let her love you. In the meantime though let’s go see what Jody claims is so urgent.”

They gear up and get into the Impala and drive 20 minutes to a cafe in Hartford, where Jody had said to meet her.

“Howdy boys, thanks for meeting me.”

“Anything for you, Sheriff,” Bobby says as he exits the car.

“Hey, Jody.”

“Hey Dean, glad to see you’re holding up okay. If you and Y/N ever need a home-cooked meal or company be sure to drop in. I’m here for both of you.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to let her know when I get home. So, what’s the case?”

“This is a small town. Only crime to speak of being the occasional cow tipping. Then last week...four people go missing.”

“All right, so, what makes you think this is our kind of weird?” Dean asks

“I've got a witness who says he saw someone lift an S.U.V. to nab a girl last night. Now, normally, if somebody would tell me that one guy lifted an S.U.V., I'd tell him to take a flying leap, but after what I've seen…”

“Nothing's impossible,” Bobby says.

“Uh-huh.”

“And this matches up with the other missing how?” Dean asks.

“Well, four abductions, strong evidence left at every scene -- literally,” Jody says as she pulls out a folder full of photos and case reports and spreads them out on the table between them.

“So, the first vic was a pastor?” Bobby confirms.

“Yeah. The door of his study was punched in. And then, the next two…an engaged couple.”

“Locked bedroom window was ripped open,” Dean reads out.

“Mm-hmm. And then we have our waitress here with the topsy-turvy ride.”

“Any other connection among them?” Bobby asks.

“Yeah. They were all members of Good Faith church here. My, uh, my church group back in Sioux Falls was in a tizzy over it.”

Dean gives her an inquisitive look and says, “I didn't peg you for churchy.”

“Yeah. You know… all this stuff I’ve seen recently kind of makes a higher power seem relevant.”

“Okay, so, we have, uh, missing church folk and super strength. Maybe angels harvesting vessels? Could be a Buddy Boyle type thing,” Bobby says.

“Wh-- angels? You're joking.”

“Don't get your pants on fire. They suck,” Dean says, “you said there was a witness?”

“Yeah, well...more or less.”

“We’ll be needing to meet him,” Bobby states.

Jody scribbles an address down on a napkin and slides it across the table to Bobby, “This is where you’ll find him. Not sure how reliable he’ll be. Anyway, I’ve gotta get back to work. Good luck, and keep me updated,” she says as she gets up and makes her way out of the cafe.

Dean and Bobby tidy up the files and head back out to the Impala and drive to the address Jody gave them. They walk up to an alley filled with makeshift tents and trolleys full. They walk around the back of a restaurant and find a messy-looking man sitting on the ground leaning against the brick wall. They clear their throat and flash their fake FBI badges at him.

Dean takes a seat on the couch the man led them to and says, “So, tell us about this missing girl you reported.”

“Honor. Her name was Honor. Nice girl. Always left me meatloaf.”

“Why don't you tell us what you saw that night?” Dean says.

“I heard a big noise, got woke, and there's somebody over there lifting a car up.”

“And did you happen to see who it was?” Dean asks.

“I was too far. But I saw a light go off.”

“A white light?” Bobby asks

“Blue. Blue like fire. But not. Then she was…she wasn't there.”

“Could you think of anything else?” Bobby asks.

“No.”

“Okay. Well...thank you for your time,” they both say as they stand up and see themselves out.

As they get into the Impala Bobby says, “Okay. So, no white light.”

“No angel. So Jody said that they were all part of the same church?”

“Yeah.”

“Ready to get your worship on?” With that, Dean pulls out into the street and speeds off towards Good Faith Church in the centre of town. He pulls into a park in front of the large religious building. They take in the multicoloured stained glass windows showcasing stories of the bible as they walk through the heavy wooden doors. A short lady with shoulder-length blonde hair welcomes them.

“Welcome to Good Faith Church, I haven’t seen you at our services. Are you new to town?”

“Something like that,” Bobby says as he shakes her hand.

“Well then, can I interest you in a tour?”

“Sure,” Dean says with a nod.

They follow her around the halls of the chapel and listen as she tells them stories of their faith. At the end of the tour, she leads them into an office and offers them to take a seat. “We hope you enjoyed the tour. Any questions before we get you boys registered?”

“Uh, yeah, look, Ms Futchko,” Bobby says.

“Oh, please... Bonnie will do just fine.”

“Bonnie. Okay, we...love the church. We do. But...Well, we've heard that a few members have gone missing, and, to be honest...that kind of scares us.”

“Let me assure you, with our increased security, Good Faith has never been safer. And those people who have gone missing, well, they are front and centre in our prayers.”

“What a relief. Now, you must have been, uh, close to them,” Dean cuts in.

“Well, we do share the A.P.U. bond.”

“The A.P.U.?” Dean asks.

“Our chastity group...‘Abstinence Purifies Us.’”

“Oh. W-wow. You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it's for us?” Bobby asks.

“I'm afraid it's members only. I'm sorry, but it can get pretty personal.”

“Then count us in,” Bobby says.

“Well. I'll be a squirrel in a skirt. I'll be back in a jiff with the papers.” Bonnie walks out of the office to collect the papers, leaving Dean and Bobby sitting alone.

“A chastity group?” Dean asks.

“Dean, listen, if all the members were in A.P.U., then maybe whatever took them is stalking virgins.”

“And that Slim guy said he thought he saw fire. So, what are you thinking, dragons?”

Bonnie returns with two clipboards interrupting them. “All righty. You can just sign there, and your purification can begin.”

“Purity pledge?” Bobby reads out.

“It's a commitment to your virginity.”

“I don't think we can really un-ring that bell. You know what I mean?” Dean states with a smirk.

“Oh. I see. Well... If you just ask for God's forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then, you'll be born again as a virgin in his eyes.”

“So, you just hit the "virginity do-over" button, and all is good with the man upstairs?” Dean asks.

“It's not a button. And...this isn't just a piece of paper. I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage.”

“You know what, I’ve had my shot. Been married and all that, so I’m out. But you’re recently engaged, might be the perfect time for you. Sure your girl would be thrilled with the prospect of a pure white wedding,” Bobby says handing back the clipboard unsigned.

“Well, you had me at clean slate. Let's do this,” Dean says as he signs his name and hands back the clipboard.

“Congratulations, Dean Winchester. You are now a virgin.”

Dean gives her a tight smile and glances at Bobby. Bonnie takes the clipboards and leaves to start setting up the session.

“You think Y/N will forgive me for this?”

“Depends…you planning on honouring your pledge?”

“As you said, it might be just what we need right now. Gives me more incentive to get her in that white dress already. Clean slate, new plan, the start of a happy future for us.”

“Alright. Well, you go get pure. I’m gonna hit the library.”

Dean hands Bobby the keys to the Impala and makes his way to the room Bonnie had shown them earlier where the meetings are held. When he enters the room he sees a group of women setting up folding chairs in a circle and laying out trays of food and coolers on a couple of folding tables along one wall. He helps set up the chairs before they all take a seat.

One of the ladies claps her hands and looks around the circle smiling. “Good afternoon, everyone. I'm Suzy. I thought we'd begin with a silent prayer for our missing friends.”

Everyone closes their eyes in a silent prayer except for Dean who is still watching everyone. After a moment he joins in and ducks his head quietly.

“Amen. Now, does anyone have anything that they would like to share?” Suzy asks. “Why don't we hear from our new friend? Dean, what brought you here to reclaim your virginity?”

“Uh, hard to say, exactly. Yeah. Sex has always felt, I don't know, good, you know? I mean, really, really good. But, uh...Sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know? But, you know, when you get down to it, what's the big deal, right? I mean, sure, there's the touching and the feeling all of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling...Grinding. Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just...Yeah. Uh...But the whole thing was just a little too, uh...sticky. So, uh, I got my V card back. The end.”

The meeting continues with an air of discomfort after Dean’s confession. Dean watches everyone intently for the rest of the meeting. Once it’s over he helps tidy up the chairs and create small talk with some of the ladies to search for leads.

He makes his way over to the leader, Suzy and says, “Hey, Suzy right? Great meeting. But I uh, I gotta say you look so familiar.”

“Yeah, I-I'm pretty sure we've never met, Dean.”

“Alright.”

“Wait, you're new in town, right?”

“Uh, yeah. New to town. New to this whole chastity thing.”

“Well, I provide individual counselling. If you ever need to talk.”

“So, everybody in the group, they dish to you?”

“They confide. Abstinence is – it's really rough without support and education. Hey, you know what? I have some great books on the vow that really helped me. I-I live close. I'll just go grab them.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. With a, uh, with a kidnapper on the loose?”

“No, I'll be fine.”

“Tell you what, why don't I walk with you just to be safe, okay?”

“Alright, if you insist.”

They walk side-by-side back to her apartment. When she opens the door for them she says, “Make yourself comfortable.”

Dean watches as she takes off her hoodie leaving her just wearing a camisole. She sits down on her couch with her back to Dean. His cell phone rings, but he declines it quickly. He approaches Suzy on the couch and notices that she is crying.

“I can't stop thinking about my friends. I'm so scared for them. Will you pray with me, Dean?”

“Sure.” She takes his hand in her own and bows her head. Dean lightly squeezes her hand and awkwardly bows his head in response.

After a while, she gains her composure and stands up abruptly. “Well, I’ll get you those books. Just give me one minute.”

Dean gives her a soft, awkward smile and stands up. He looks around the room. He sees a drawer slightly cracked open. He opens the drawer wider and in shock pulls out two Casa Erotica DVDs. His phone rings again, and when he sees the caller ID he’s quick to answer.

“Hey, sorry I left without saying anything, I had to come help Bobby with something.”

“I know, it’s fine. I just need to ask you something,” Y/N says over the phone.

“Shoot,” Dean says as he places the DVDs on the cabinet and makes his way into the hall.

“Is there more to our relationship than sex?”

“What makes you ask that?”

“Just tell me the truth, Dean.”

“Of course. You make me feel safe, happy, and hopeful. All feelings I haven’t felt since I was four. You make me want to be a better man. You give me a reason to live and fight harder to get to the other side of this dangerous, messy life we lead. You make me believe there is a way out. I don’t tell you every day, even though I should, but I love you.” He looks back at the door briefly, the images from the DVDs filtering through his mind distracting him. “I just…since you lost the baby…I guess I’ve felt lost. Like maybe there isn’t a way out or a future for us.”

“Dean…don’t say that.”

“You wanted the truth…I knew I never should have got my hopes up. You let me believe and then you let me down, again.”

“Don’t you dare blame me! I wasn’t sure either, and you’re the one that convinced me! You’re the one that told me it would be okay. I know you’re hurting, Dean, but so am I.”

“Hunters just aren’t meant to have relationships or families or futures.”

“Dean, baby, please. That’s not true.”

“Look around, sweetheart, it is.”

When the line goes silent he puts his phone away and goes back into Suzy’s apartment.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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Chosen of the Sun | | forest // fifty-seven

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KYRIE: coughing SARAYN: The curse is progressing quickly. KYRIE: I just need some sleep. ASTER: I suppose I’ve gone and made your situation worse. Shortsighted of me on all fronts. I apologize. KYRIE: No need. Risky as it was, the trip was necessary. ASTER: And yet neither of us are better for it. I’ll help you back to bed. KYRIE: You don’t�� ASTER: I’m the one who dragged you out. It’s only fair. As for you, Necromancer— KYRIE: Don’t worry about it. I’ll see to it he gets his dues. SARAYN: Very well. Till then. KYRIE: Mm. ASTER: One shouldn’t be so willing to pay off other people’s debts. KYRIE: Novel idea. ASTER: It was never your burden to bear that curse. KYRIE: Someone had to. ASTER: And why should it be you? KYRIE: Why should it be otherwise? Who am I to say my life is worth more than theirs? It wasn’t my problem. I made it my problem. Because the alternative was something I knew I could never live with. ASTER: I can’t imagine being so selfless. KYRIE: Selflessness has nothing to do with it. It’s simply a matter of balance. The cost of one unpleasant life; It weighs little, in the end. I would have made the same choice again a hundred times no matter who stood on the other side of the scale. But in this case, I suppose it mattered more. The Chosen Ten can never be strangers to me. I could feel their pains. I can feel yours, too. ASTER: … KYRIE: What you said back there in the chamber… Even if there wasn’t this thread between us, I would have heard the desperation all the same. ASTER: People will say a lot of stupid things when their backs are to the wall. Things they mean. Things they don’t. KYRIE: But we grow more honest the closer we are to death. ASTER: Hmph. I didn’t need to be reminded. But your gods are cruel, and I’m still stupid. ASTER: What are you going to tell the others? KYRIE: Why should I tell them anything? People die every day. Hells, all of you have been trying to avoid it for near a month. No one would have batted an eye if a trial had gone awry. ASTER: And here I thought you were mighty precious. The Church seems rather particular about you. KYRIE: I thought so too, once. Then I became the spare. Now I see how far that value goes. To be honest, maybe it’s spite. I do wish I could see the looks on the bishops faces when they realize they’ve lost us both. ASTER: Both? KYRIE: That’s neither here nor there, anymore. I’m like you. I’ve only ever had one thing. And just like you, perhaps I never knew how much it mattered till it was gone. ASTER: We are different, in the end. KYRIE: Are we? ASTER: Mm. You should sleep. KYRIE: Yes, you’re right. Thank you. And Aster. ASTER: Hm? KYRIE: I find, the gods do enjoy their games. But now and again, they grant us some small mercy. Take heart that your honesty in the chamber wasn’t for nothing. ASTER: I’ll believe it when I hear it.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 6 months

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Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven

A/N ::: This was a brilliant idea given to me by @darkstarlight82 I thank you so much for giving me a little slice of your beautiful mind. I hope I was able to do this justice. I enjoyed the little twist at the end. It was just too good not to do!

C/W ::: Handsy Pastor!Toji, thinks he really doing you a solid by doing these things for you, sorta self pleasuring/masturbating-adjacent, oral {m 2 f}, unprotected sex, playing dumb, abuse of power on both sides??

WC ::: 5124 I think

Our Father Who Aren't In Heaven

You sat in the back corner of church with your best friend. They were nearly asleep. Today's sermon was nothing to write home about. The only interesting parts about it were 1) You were finally 18 now and that meant you were old enough to partake in the adult aspects of church and 2) You're sure you felt Pastor Toji's eyes on you more than once. You like it when he looks at you. It makes you feel special.

The man, himself, was nothing short of miraculous. He was tall. So fucking tall that he dwarfed over your much shorter body. Sure, you weren't like the other girls in the congregation. The good Lord had graced you with tits and an ass. Curvy hips and plump thighs. And you were starting to feel more and more like your Pastor was noticing certain things about you. Though you weren't sure why. You've been coming to this damned place since you were 16 and you don't look much different now.

"Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away with; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away with. (1 Corinthians 13:8). What does this mean to you all? Hm? Do you agree with this assessment of love? Do you believe wholly that Jesus knows the right path to lead us to and will stop at nothing to get us there? Show of hands, but first everyone look down. Come onnn. I promise there won't be a rapture without all of you. Everyone just look down. Ok, show of hands, who here has had intercourse outside the sanctity of marriage?" Pastor Toji looked around at the room full of people. "My head is down, too. The good Lord is the only one who can see what's going on here, mm-k?"

The people lowered their heads and trusted their Pastor. Dumbasses.

You put your face down just a little. Just enough to make it look convincing. When you were sure everyone else was obeying the orders, you looked up. Surely, everyone had their heads down. All of them except for Pastor Toji. "Uhm, hey," you said to your best friend who was completely asleep now. "You fucking suck. You sleep more than anyone I know. Stupid sloth." You laughed. It caught the Pastor's attention.

Your immediate reaction was to dip your head down, but he was looking too. So why should you turn a blind eye if he wasn't.

There were more hands raised than you expected. The people you thought you knew turned out to be nothing short of filthy whores.

Pastor Toji was watching you look around the space. Finding humor in the look on your face. Your eyes met his and he licked the scar on the right side of his mouth, smiled at you and winked. The way his tongue smoothed over the corner of his mouth was sinful. He was ridiculously attractive for a man of his age. For a man of the cloth. Why would someone like him choose a life like this? You couldn't figure it out and you were too scared to ask him.

"Ok, hands down, heads up. How many of you raised your hands? No no! I'm only kidding. This concludes today's gathering. I will see you all very soon. Thank you for coming out today. May God bless each and every one of you." He said his goodbyes to everyone. Your family was the last to leave. Your mother was concerned that you've been isolating yourself lately. More so than usual, that is. You've been in your bedroom more and more lately. Doing "God knows what."

"Mom! Gosh! You're humiliating me right now! I'm 18. You never enjoyed time to yourself? Maybe I'm reading the bible. How do you know what I'm doing?" You tucked your hair behind your ears and tried to look away. If you could have, you'd have run out into traffic. But it wasn't moving very fast. It was still the Sunday crowd leaving. 5 mph. 7, on a good day.

Pastor Toji pulled your mother aside and was speaking with her for quite a while. The whole thing made you nervous. You didn't like how she was nodding and looking back at you. She was holding her right elbow with her left hand and her chin in her right. That is her thinking face.

"Can we go? Please, mom?" You began tugging on her sweater like a toddler.

"Excuse me, y/n. I'm ... I am talking to Pastor Toji. Now, go wait outside with your friend, ok? I'll be out in a few minutes." She turned back to him. "I apologize for my daughter's behavior. I told you ... she's not herself." He nodded sympathetically.

"Well, I'd be happy ... more than happy to help her in any way I am able to. Perhaps she and I can meet this evening to go over some psalms in the bible, mm?"

Your mother nodded excitedly. "Oh yes! Yes, Pastor. Thank you so much. I'll go tell her right now. You ... are just such a dear. God bless you."

You caught his smile as he watched your mother walk through the double wood doors and reach out for you. Something about it made you feel funny. Not good or bad funny. Like butterflies in your stomach funny. Excited? Were you excited about something?

// In The Car, On The Way Home //

"You will meet with him tonight, y/n. I already told him you'd be there. So, you will. Be there, I mean."

You rolled your eyes. "What the heck am I supposed to do with him? Let him braid my hair? Tell scary stories? Play truth or dare? He's a grown man. What does he think he could do that will help me, anyway? Pray the gay away? I told you. I'm not all the way gay, ma. I'm bi. So only half of me is broken in the eyes of God. The other half is fine."

"I've asked you not to talk about that stuff with me on Sunday, sweetie. One day is all I ask for. I thank you for listening to me."

// At Home, 15 Minutes Before Leaving To Meet Pastor Toji At Church //

"I have no idea {friends name}. Like, isn't it just a little bit odd that she's forcing me to go see a grown ass man about how I lock myself away sometimes? Who cares if I want to be alone!" You tried to blow off some steam to your friend before you drove down to the church.

// Getting Out Of Your Car, Walking Into Church //

"Yeah, well, she's got another thing comin' if she thinks I'm going to listen to a single word this old asshole has to say to me." You turned around and saw Pastor Toji standing on the steps of the church. "I gotta go, {friends name}. Yeah. Yep, he heard me say it. How'd you know? It is my luck, huh? I'll talk to you later. I'll let you know how it goes." You laughed as you hung up the phone.

You walked up the steps and stood in front of him just outside the doors. "Well?" You almost sounded like you were challenging him. "What's your grand plan to save me from myself? What did my mother put you up to?"

He laughed and headed inside. You tried to follow and keep up with him but his legs were so long that you were taking 2 and 3 steps for each one of his.

"Where's the fire?" You said, obviously irritated.

"S'down the hall. Come along, child. Follow me if you want to live!" He turned around, wide-eyed and put his hands up like he was pretending to be a ghost or something. It got you to crack a little smile.

"Well, I don't want to die. So I guess keep leading the way, Past---"

"Just call me Toji. Ok? I'm just Toji at the end of the day. I'm just a man under this cloth."

You blushed, ashamed of yourself for thinking the thoughts you were having about your Pastor. But who says that, anyway? 'I'm just a man under this cloth.' It wasn't necessary to phrase it like that.

"Ok, kid. Right in here." He held the door open for you and touched the small of your back when you walked by.

// Toji's Office //

"So. Baptism by fire? Y'down, Toji?" You sat back in the chair on the other side of the desk. Purposely folding your arms over your chest to create a cleavage line and put up an air of disinterest. Crossing your right leg over your left. Kicking it in the air flippantly.

"I'm down for whatever you want me to be down for, y/n. That's all there is to it." He pulled his collar down and undid the button at his throat. "What kind of Pastor am I if I can't be a good listener? Hm?" He leaned back in his chair, crossing his left ankle over his right knee.

"I don't think my mother would like it very much if I told you about my ... personal life."

"Personal life, huh? That's an interesting way to phrase it. But it's ok. I'm just here to talk. That's all." He pulled out a bottle of water from the mini fridge behind him and offered you one.

"No, I'm fine." You were starting to feel like he was baiting you into saying something you shouldn't.

"Suit yourself. So, you're having some trouble in paradise, huh? You've been cooped up in your room for a while. Your mom told me. What's up with that?"

You rolled your eyes. "She's exaggerating. I'm not ... I'm not always in my room. Just sometimes. And I don't know. I guess I just don't see the point in going out and doing things when I don't know if I'm doing them for the right reasons."

"What do you mean? What are you doing that you think you're not doing for the right reasons?"

"I just. I don't know. I don't like being around people, I guess. But then I feel like I should. Like, I should want to go out and drink and party and fu--- do other fun stuff. But I just don't care."

Toji choked on his water. "You're ... you're still ... pure? Yes, a virgin, right? I didn't know you had such a mouth on you, little one. Well, I guess I shouldn't say that. You are ... 18 now?"

Nodding your head, you blushed again. You weren't sure what you were doing. You knew you shouldn't have been having so much fun with your Pastor. But it felt good to screw around. To have fun. "Yeah, I am. A virgin. I'm not like the other girls in church, though. They're all boy crazy. I just ... I don't really like anyone like that. You know?"

He nodded, looking down at his feet. "You don't really like anyone like that, huh. I see. Ok. Well. You're different, y/n. And that's ok. You're not wrong for not wanting what they want. But, maybe you're not giving yourself enough credit. Maybe you could still enjoy someone's company without feeling like you have to give them anything in return."

You shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm just not interested in it."

"In sex or in people?"

"I guess I don't really care about people. Usually, I mean. I like girls ... and I like boys, too. What do you think of that?" You dared him to answer honestly.

"Well, I think that's ok, too. God made you that way. He made everyone feel some way. You can't help how you feel. If you're attracted to people, then you're attracted to people. It's not something you can control."

You nodded. "Yeah, I know. But it's different in church, you know? People talk and it sucks sometimes."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. Is there ... anyone else ... around? You might be attracted to?"

You bit your lip. "No, not really. I've thought about it, but I don't think anyone is 'good' enough. I want someone who has the same morals as I do. You know? I want us to be on the same page." You didn't want to look at him. You didn't want to say too much more. You felt as if you were faking being too naive as it was. You didn't want to push it too far. Pastor Toji was a man of the cloth, yes. But you'd heard rumors about his life prior to making the vow to serve God.

He took the few steps that it was to stand behind you and he began to rub your shoulders with his large hands. "Is - is this ok, y/n? I just want to help you relax while you're here. You seemed so ... so, so stressed when you were talking with your mother. I wanted to get you here so it was just you and I. I thought you might, oh, I don't know. Open up for me? Per se." He chuckled. "Per se."

"Oh, um. Yeah, it's ok." You tried not to melt under his touch.

He kept rubbing circles into your shoulders with his strong thumbs and then running them up the back of your neck. You felt yourself getting hot. The tension building in your belly wasn't like anything you've ever felt before. Not like this, anyway. You began to shift in your seat a little bit.

"Oh. I'm sorry, y/n. That's a little too far. I shouldn't have done that. It's just that you're so tense and---"

You interrupted him, "NO. DON'T STOP! I mean, don't hafta stop if you don't wanna. It ... it feels good. You have … really strong hands." You made the mistake of looking up at him. His green eyes were half-lidded and dark now. He didn't look anything like he did earlier at the sermon. It was like night and day.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? Your mother just wants you to be happy. She knows I can help you. That's why she asked me to meet with you. She didn't tell you why, though?"

You shook your head.

"Well, I can definitely help you with ... this. And whatever else you want my help with." He licked the scar that permanently kisses his lips and you saw him start to lean down toward you. "Do you want me to help you, y/n? Is that something you want?" His voice was low and sultry. Breathy, even. Your eyelashes fluttered at the feel of his exhalation on your face. He was close enough to ...

You nodded, slowly. He grabbed your chin and pulled you to your feet. "Good girl." He looked like he was going to kiss you. Like he was going to taste your mouth and tongue and ...

He stopped himself. "Are you sure you want this, y/n? I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with. Not that I would ever do that, suggest you do something you're not wanting to do. Not in the house of God. I have an idea. Why don't you go and meet me in the confessional. I'll be there in about 10 minutes. But I want you to do something, I want you to think of me while you're sitting there ok? And I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think about me touching you. I just want you to get an idea of how good it could feel. Just ... should the day ever come when you're going to be with someone, you'll know what to expect. Ok? You don't want any ... any weird surprises, hm?"

You nodded again. "Ok, Pastor Toji." You're starting to see why your mother had you meet up with him. He was so charismatic. So full of shit. Genuinely able to act like he was looking out for you. He was helping you be ready for one of the most important experiences of your life.

You've got some experience touching yourself. You've cum a few times. But your fingers are so unsatisfactory to you. They're short. Thin. Your best friend has suggested you buy a toy to try and pleasure yourself. Well, they said to 'get yourself off.' You didn't care much for the phrasing, but nodded your head anyway.

You got to the door of the confessional and pulled it open to step inside. It was dark, save for the little bit of lighting coming through the cross hatched window on what would be Pastor Toji's side. Looking around the tiny room, you felt both like you were lost and like you were found.

The air was dense and hot. It was like an atmospheric hug.

A couple of minutes had passed before you remembered what Toji told you to do. "I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think about me touching you." His words resonate in your quickly beating heart.

He will be here soon. So you figured it'd be best if you got started doing what he asked you to do. You ran your hands over your breasts and down your stomach, over the fabric of your dress. You were sitting on the little bench that faced the window, your back against the wall. It felt good to have something behind you. It was like someone was holding you up. Keeping you steady.

You closed your eyes and kept feeling yourself over. Rubbing your thighs together to create a little friction. You wondered what it would feel like to have him touch you. Would he be gentle? Rough? Would he care about you or just about getting off?

"Y/n?"

You heard the door on the other side of the confessional open and Pastor Toji stepped in. You could only see the outline of him, but it was enough. It was all you needed.

"Oh. Hi." You whispered.

He laughed quietly. "Are you doing what I asked you to do? Did you start?"

"Yes. I was just thinking about you. And how you would touch me. And I don't know why you're doing this for me, but it means a lot. Preparing me for the day ... I mean. Th - thank you." You said as you bunched the fabric of your dress in your fists.

"Well, it's my pleasure. To help you out. You're a sweet girl, y/n. I want to make sure you're taken care of. So, may I see you?" He laughed softly, "I can't exactly help you from over here, can I?"

"No. No, I guess not. You can't." You stood up and turned to face the wall. You heard him get up and walk out of his side and head towards you.

He knocked twice on your booth and waited for you to tell him it was ok if he came in. "It's open."

He opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He didn't turn around right away. He took a few deep breaths before he turned to you.

"Y/n, I want to touch you. Like I said, just to let you know what to expect when the time comes for you to be ... mm, romantically involved with someone, if you will?"

"I would like that. Very much. I'm not ... I haven't ... I haven't done anything. With anyone. I don't even know where to start or what to start with. I don't know what it's like. Please, Pastor Toji. I - I want you to teach me how to touch myself. An-and you." You rolled your eyes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. That was so presumptuous of me. I shouldn't have asked you that." You started to cry. "I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid."

He shook his head. "No, you're not. You're not stupid. You're smart. And you're beautiful. Shh shh shh shh shhhh, noo, it's ok. It's ok. You're not stupid. Hey, look at me, y/n. Look at me." He wiped the tears from your cheeks.

You looked up at him through wet eyelashes. "I want to help you. That's all I want to do.”

You put your hand on top of his where it sat on your tear streaked face and nodded. "Re-really? You ... you won't think I'm bad for asking?"

He shook his head. "No. Not at all. Now, turn around and show me your beautiful body."

You did as he said and turned to face the wall.

"Good. Good. Now, y/n, I want you to lift up your dress for me. Just a little. Just enough for me to see what you've got going on down there, ok?"

"Ok." You pulled your dress up around your hips and heard him take a deep breath.

"That's it, baby. That's it." He touched the small of your back with his left hand and you jumped a little. "Shh, it's ok. It's ok. I won't hurt you, y/n. You can trust me."

"Ok. I - I know. I trust you." You felt his right hand slowly rub up the outside of your thigh. You could feel yourself getting wet. You've never been this wet so quickly before.

"Good girl. You're doing so well, y/n." He kept rubbing up and down your leg, slowly moving towards the apex of your thighs. "Can I touch you here, too?"

You nodded, "Yes, please. Touch me, Pastor Toji. I want you to touch me there, too. Everywhere."

He moved his hand up to your core and pressed his index and middle fingers against your clit. "How does that feel, baby? Are you ok?"

You nodded again. "It feels good. I want more."

"More, hm? Ok. Well, I guess I can't disappoint you then. What kind of a Pastor would I be if I let down one of my flock?" He laughed darkly at this question. "Mmm-hmm, ok. Ok." He slipped his fingers inside of you. It was such a strange feeling, his fingers probing around in you. So skilled. Like nothing you've ever experienced with yourself, or anyone else before. "Do you like this, y/n?"

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes." You gasped.

"Good. Very good." He began to move his fingers in and out of you. "This is how you'll fuck someone, baby girl. Or how someone will fuck you." He whispered into your ear. His chest was pressed to your back, your chest against the wall of the confessional. You had your left hand up higher on the wall and your right hand was snaking around behind you, so close to tugging on Pastor Toji's waistband. You could feel how hard he was as he pushed his cock into the fat of your ass.

You were grinding on his hand now. Rocking back and forth on his fingers. "I want you to cum, baby. Cum on my fingers. I want to feel you gush all over my hand. You think you can do that for me?"

"HmmPastorrrTojiii ... I don't, I don't think I can. Do you have something else that will make me feel this good, but ... but so I can ... come? You said? Hoh god, it feels so good, but I need more. I can't do it like this. Ple-please, Pastor, help me?"

"Cum, princess. C-u-m. Like, when you have an orgasm. You cum. It's ok. Not everyone knows the right wording at first. It's ok, I'll help you. I'll help you, shhh shh sh."

"But, but what do I need to do? Something else? A different ... something?" You were getting desperate. His fingers felt so good, but you didn't want to cum on his fingers alone.

"Here," he said, pulling his fingers out of you and turning you around. "Lift your dress up and over your head, ok? That's it, that's it. Good girl, you're so beautiful, y/n. Such a good girl." He took off his robe and hung it on the back of the door.

You looked down at his erection. It was massive. It was throbbing, even. You gasped. "I don't ... I don't think that's going to fit in me."

He laughed. "Oh, it will, princess. Don't you worry your pretty little head off. It'll fit like a glove. So good. So good and tight you won't even know why you were worried when I'm makin' you feel so good." He pulled your panties down to your knees and pushed your back up against the wall. He bent down on his knees and buried his face in your pussy. He licked and sucked and nipped at you. "This is how you'll eat someone out, baby girl. You'll make them cum so hard and they'll taste so sweet."

You felt yourself getting close to an orgasm again. He had you worked up so badly. "Pastor Toji, I'm ... I think ... gonna cum. Oh god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum so hard. Please, please, please. Give me something else, Pastor. I want to feel you inside of me." You pulled your hips back and you got off of his face. You’d be damned if he did it to you like this.

He stopped and stood up, licking his lips.

You looked down at his cock and traced your fingertips over the tip. It was wet, the beads of precum trickled from his slit. Licking your fingers, you locked eyes with him.

"You ... you want it? You want this cock inside of you? You want me to fuck you, baby girl? Hmm?"

You nodded. "Please, Pastor. I want to feel you inside of me. I need it. I need you."

He put his fingers back into your pussy. "Well, you're not ready for me yet, sweetheart. Not yet. You need to be nice and wet for me. You're not quite there yet. But, don't worry. I can make you cum with my fingers again and then I'll fuck you. How's that sound?"

"Ok. Ok. Yeah, I'd like that." You said breathlessly.

"Good girl." He leaned forward and kissed your lips. "So good."

He fingered you until you came on his hand. Then he lifted you up and put your legs around his waist. "Are you ready for me, y/n? You ready to get fucked?"

You nodded. "Yes. Yes, please fuck me, Pastor. Please."

"Call me Toji, baby girl." He pushed his cock inside of you and you felt yourself stretch around him. He was so big. It felt like he was splitting you in half.

"Fuck, Toji. Oh my god, you're so big. You're so fucking big." You were scratching at his back, digging your nails into his flesh.

"Shh shh shh, that's it. That's it, princess. Take me all in. It's ok, I know, I know. You're ok. I know." He whispered into your ear.

He began to rock his hips back and forth, in and out of you. "That's it. That's it, princess. Fuck, you're so wet for me. You're so good for me, baby girl."

"I'm gonna cum, Toji. I'm gonna cum." You were rocking on his cock, pushing yourself further onto him. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck me, please, Toji!" You came on his cock and he held you against the wall as he fucked you harder.

"That's it. That's it, baby girl. Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum all over me, fuck, oh yeah ..." He came inside of you, his hot cum shooting up inside of you. "F-f-fuck, y/n. Oh my god, you're so good. You're so tight. You're so fucking beautiful." He pulled out of you and set you back down on the floor. "Here, let me help you get your panties back on." He pulled them back up your legs and over your ass.

"What do I do now, Pastor Toji? Do I just leave your stuff inside of me?"

He stopped what he was doing for a moment and then looked up at you. "Oh, no. No, baby girl. You can just leave that alone. You will want to shower, y'know. Piss, too. You don't want to get a UTI or somethin'. But for the meantime, yeah. Just leave it there. S'not gonna hurt anything."

You nodded. "Ok. Well, does this mean we're a couple now? Does this mean, do you love me now?"

He laughed, "I don't know about all that, y/n. I don't know about that. But we'll see. We'll see where this goes. You're a sweet girl. But I don't know if I'd go that far. Y'know? Like, eesh. This was fun. But no. I don't love you. Not like that." He pulled up his pants and his robe. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the tiny, sex-scented room. "I'll walk you out, though. How's that sound?"

You nodded. "Ok." You put your dress back on and followed him out.

He didn't look at you or speak to you on the way to your car.

"Why won't you look at me or say anything, Toji?"

"It's Pastor, now. Only call me Pastor Toji ok?" He said, barely looking up at you.

"Ok. But why? What happened? You said you weren't going to love me. I get that. But you seemed like you wanted to spend more time with me. But now, it's like you don't want to be around me."

"I don't want you to get attached, y/n. You're not the only girl in church who needs my help. Ok? It's nothing personal. It's business. The lord’s business. That's all it is."

"Oh. Ok. I understand." You did understand. You understood that he was a bastard of a Pastor.

You laughed. "You really bought all that shit? C-u-m." You doubled over, slapping your knees as you laughed at him. "Why won't you look at me, Pastor? Wait, is it Pastor? Or Toji? I'm so confused. Hmm," you said in a fake little whine and pouted like your heart was being broken into a million pieces. "You're so pathetic, old man. Thanks though, Toji. Thanks for makin' me c-u-m so hard. Twice! Let me know who the other girls are you're 'helping', yeah? Maybe we can have a good old fashioned threesome and we can all just c-u-m all over each other, yeah?!" You winked at him. "Yeah, I saw that little slip up, Toji. And then you didn't even want me to call you Toji anymore. Hmm. Well, thanks for the lesson, Pastor. I'll see you next week. At the service. Where you'll be preaching about being a 'good Catholic boy'. Ha! Yeah right, Pastor. You're a fuckin' animal. I'll tell my mom you fixed me all up, real good. 2 times. Oh, they were amazing. I'll give you that. Nice cock, Pastor. Nice ... fuckin' ... cock."

He was standing there, his mouth agape as you got into your car and drove off, waving your arm out the window.

You smirked. "Such a dumbass, Pastor."

You pulled out your phone and texted your friend

"Hey! Wanna go to the movies tonight?"

They answered, "Sure! Which one?"

"I really don't fuckin' care. See you at the next one that plays!"

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Manhua recommendations part 2! Straight version!

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https://manhuascan.com/manga/its-not-your-baby

Found this one recently, it's very cute but also a story filled with longing and the aching feeling in your heart of someone else's absence. The babe here fucks her best friend, gets knocked up, decides she wants to keep the baby and not deal with any of the noble or royal drama that comes with it and decides to gtfo. She is a wise military leader who knows how to absolutely disappear off the radar and honestly, that is so cool of her. Feel bad for her love interest because he just wants to be with her and can't find her. It's a perfect story of angsty longing and also a cute lady who can't wait to have her baby. And ahhhhh it's adorable how excited she is. Love it.

But honestly, I totally get why she misunderstands him and his intentions, and also why she wouldn't want the world to know that she is pregnant. I think her reasonings make sense and I find it very intriguing.

Another Typical Fantasy Romance, +79 Chapters

Rating: 10/10

https://manhuascan.com/manga/another-typical-fantasy-romance

AND I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST!!!! Against what the name suggests, this is clearly not your typical fantasy romance story! It is so much more!!! Firstly, the male love interest isn't your typical willowy bishonen man. No, this is Pell and I want to chomp on his big fat nipples. He is a bear of a man, covered in hair and scars and uuuggh, Littera u are so lucky, girl! He is like- a gentle giant with big insecurities, but can also deck any monster and oof!!! He is just a nice change of pace and I wanna eat him up. Also Littera is just meta-savvy and knows her way around things, and we get to watch their relationship grow from pretty cute to so communicative it's ridiculous! There is no miscommunication here! They talk about their feelings and just make everything perfect between each other. It's so gooey, and cute, and they are so sensible! I love them and can't wait until they have a million little babies! I recommend this one out of all others if not just for Pell alone!

#manhua #manhwa #manga #fantasy #romance #Another Typical Fantasy Romance #It's not your baby #There is no use hanging on #The Tyrant's Only Perfumer #A wicked tale of Cinderella's Stepmom #Here Comes the Silver Spoon #Please don't come to the Villainess's stationary store #Please Marry Me Again #Husband #It's Time to Change the Genre #Stepmother Marchen #I was planning on becoming her loyal sword

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slimeranch7 · 1 year

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vampire ei x reader

Hey bro thanks for the request!!! I'm happy to share more thoughts on monsterfucking. It's a guilty pleasure…. 🤪

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Content warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dubcon/coerced sex, mentions of blood/gore, mentions of r*pe

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Vampires are said to be elusive and highly territorial. That being said, it's not unheard of for them to live in pairs or more. It's just an extremely rare case.

You gambled that every time you took a bounty to wipe out a vampire that had been terrorizing a small town. Vampire hunting had its own merits, if the ring of harvested fangs hanging on your belt is anything to go by. It earns you enough cold, hard cash to last months, and the gratitude of locals wherever you go.

And with merits come dangers. Taking on one is enough to leave you scratched up for the worst. A lone human can't handle two alone, even with the best equipment or the most experience. Even if you managed to finish one, the other would tear you to shreds in an instant, and the blood from their harvest would be enough to undo the damage you've caused.

This is the gamble you took. And like most games based on chance, you're bound to lose the more you roll.

The info broker hadn't mentioned a second one when he sent you the files. All the locals told you the same thing- long, purple hair and a single pair of violet eyes that crackled in the dark like thunder and lightning. Adorns a stoic, yet somber expression, based on what survivors were able to make out. Not that you could really understand their babbling much more than that. Most trailed off into a religious chant you couldn't quite discern, but one thing's for sure- this fight wouldn't be easy.

On the ground is the Raiden Shogun, and a heavy wooden stake that took all your strength and fight to run straight through her chest. The browning blood splattered on her coat was yours. Vampires didn't bleed. Freezing black mist exuded around her wound, something you could never get used to no matter how battle hardened you've grown to be.

On your side was a borrowed cross from the local church that had been bent out of use from her strength. Your crossbow has been battered as well, strings frayed and definitely in need of heavy maintenance.

Legs pinning both of her sides down, you huff, giving the stake another push to drive it in further for good measure before cold, sharp fingers curl around the back of your neck.

Your breath stops, condensate disappearing into the frosty air.

"Mm. That's it. Now, up." You could feel the way her fingers slowly drag against your skin, pressing . "Slowly."

You move in tandem with her force, like a leash pulling you up until your back straightens, heart sized in your throat and nerves frozen shut. You don't dare to object. You couldn't. Or you could just die fighting for your freedom.

It's an instinctual fight or flight response. In this case, flight immediately leads to fight, so for a moment, you revel in the adrenaline pumping through your vessels, pray to the lord for strength and protection and pull out a hidden cross in your inner coat in hopes to repel the grasp on your neck-

Only for it to get fruitlessly slapped away by the vampire that shouldn't even be alive below you. It lands hopelessly far from your reach, and your wrists throb in punishing pain from the sheer force of her hands.

When your eyes turn down, not daring to move your head with how tight the grip on your neck has gotten, the Raiden Shogun's eyes glare violet as she pulls the stake out with a pained hiss. The only sound you've heard from her since the fight began.

"I must say, quite capable of you, to be able to land such an ugly gash on my beauty. Many like you have pitifully died by her hands, without leaving so much as a scratch." The lady behind you speaks in such an eloquent manner unlike the feral, bloodthirsty beasts you've slain in the past. "Oh dear,"

You can feel her other hand loop around your waist, fiddling with the ring of fangs you've once proudly adorned like a trophy. In one swift movement, she plucks it from your belt. Now, it's nothing more than a warrant for your demise.

"How very obnoxious." She hums thoughtfully. "Teeth, dull. Those lowlifes don't deserve to be displayed on this chain. They can't even maintain their fangs properly. Unsightly."

The ring rattles, and from the corner of your eye, you watch in silence as she flicks it off to the side.

"Now, I believe you took something that belonged to the Shogun." She continues. Her nails, like claws, press even further, daring you to swallow down your fear.

Below, while you were still straddling her hips, the Raiden Shogun sat up, one hand pressed against her wound in futility, and the other snaking around the small of your back, pulling you in closer.

She closes in so suddenly that you don't have the time to squeeze your eyes shut to brace for the terror of being eaten alive.

White, searing hot pain flashes through your eyes and your hands- moving on their own, instinctually latching onto anything as an anchor to keep you floating off into the abyss. Somewhere in the crevices of your panic-addled mind, you know it's your neck she's punctured, but it's almost as if every point of your body collectively decided to share the same caliber of pain.

Breathing is impossible, your mouth heaves dryly, begging for air that doesn't come, and your nose is assaulted by the tangy malodor of your own blood.

You can't say for sure how long the terrible experience lasted for. It felt like it had been hours and mere seconds simultaneously, but when she finishes- and you know she does because she licks your wound- your hands immediately fly to your neck as an instinct to apply pressure, only to find it clean and fully clotted like the puncture had been healing for days.

But wait, why were you still conscious? Were you dead? You could be, for all that mattered.

"The merit of proper maintenance. It keeps our meals' mess to a minimum." The voice behind you pipes up again, though it's significantly foggier, like your ears had been clotted. "And as long as you're alive, our saliva will help clot the blood at increased speed. But, most don't to live to tell the tale."

Words, words, words. She sounded like the lecturers at those fancy institutes. You couldn't respond anyway, the lack of blood finally catching up as the stimulant effect of adrenaline wears out.

"Now, stand and we will return to my estate at once. I would like to get to know you better."

You were then hoisted to your feet, much to your brain's weak protest. The moment they let go to let you stand on your own, the world swayed and swung upside down and you felt your head collide with snow and frozen dirt. It did not hurt, or if it did, you weren't lucid enough to feel it anymore.

As the rest of your senses dulled, your eyes managed to catch the faintest detail, though it's hard to discern if it's the lack of oxygen that blurred the lines of reality or if it really was the truth- the two figures standing before you looked nearly identical.

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You hardly dreamed, but when you did, you imagined retirement to be a well earned paradise by the beach, all on your lonesome, and a humble wooden shack sitting on the treeline, facing the waves. Your toes would sink pleasantly into smooth, ash-like sand, waves rolling in tantalizing motions off in the distance. The air would be salty yet brings a refreshing change of pace, and the only bits of life accompanying you would be oceanside critters.

But the sad reality is, most vampire hunters don't live long enough to watch their children grow up, let alone hit retirement age. It's a dangerous and thankless, commission-based job taken on because of family tradition or by those only desperate enough for mora. Anyone suicidal enough to face vampires head on signed their life away for every bounty they take. You're no different.

Then why dream of something so far out of reach?

To you, it was better than falling into the hands of alcoholism and tobacco dependence like everyone else.

When you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, the terrible, cruel world would melt away. Firstly, it was the salty, cold seaside air that would fade into a pleasant, smokey firewood scent accompanied by what seemed to be mild floral perfume.

Secondly, opening your eyes proved to be difficult with how lethargic your muscles felt. You felt your heavy eyelids twitch, slowly cracking open to adjust to the dim light, and though you knew it was merely a fire crackling away, to your pounding headache addled head, it was a million suns assaulting your senses.

Thirdly, when you craned your neck, everything in your body screamed for reprieve. But one thing is for certain: the gut deep fear that registered not a second after.

The bite, it's the after effects that nearly sent you back into shock. And before that, you had lost a fight against not one, but two vampires. Was it two, now? It sure felt like it.

You tell yourself that this very moment was a dream, but what was the fading memory of an oceanside retirement before? And the cold fingers that wrapped cruelly around your neck? The searing hot torment coursing through your nerves was enough to prove that this is reality. And if that wasn't enough, the same voice of the women that gripped your neck moments before flooded your ears.

"I must admit, I almost feared that you would no longer wake." She said. Soft, embroidered lavender fabric filled your limited, sideways view as she stepped closer. You felt a cold hand rest briefly on your cheek, lifting as quickly as it came. "I am not experienced in human medical knowledge, but your skin turned nearly as pale and cold as mine from the outdoors. I didn't think you would recover so quickly."

So again, despite having cleared up with yourself that this was reality, new information presented before you had flipped everything you thought you knew, right upside down. Vampires don't save humans. Vampires don't care if humans recover quickly or not from the cold frosty air of the northeast. Vampires don't fear, and frankly, they don't speak with such eloquence. And you certainly should not be lying on a vampire's couch across a fireplace, layered by thick, heavy blankets warmed by your recovered body heat.

She could have very well left your dying corpse to freeze outside. A vampire of her caliber could have very well hunted for other game instead of waiting for a vampire hunter, armed with crosses and stakes, to recover from blood loss.

You reached from underneath the blankets to see if they had disarmed you, only to find that not only have they disposed of your equipment, but they also likely have disposed of your clothes along with it. Not even a scrap of undergarments to preserve your modesty. You can feel the way the blanket rubs embarrassingly against your bare skin.

Despite your throbbing headache, you sat up with nothing more than your life to lose, yet shamefully still holding the blanket up to your chest. "Were you always this talkative?"

The lady before you blinked in surprise, stoicism replaced by what you could only interpret as wonder. She tilted her head curiously.

Dread pools in your stomach at the silence she answered with. "... I mean, you didn't say a word when I tried to…" Your nerves got the better of you, but perhaps it would be unwise to bring up past affairs that didn't work in your favor.

Her face then twisted into amusement. "Ah, but of course. Who you confronted was not me, but the Shogun. She is not the talkative type at all. Neither am I, but at least I can still make for better company."

Is this your purpose for being sustained alive even when vampires are known to dispose of dried blood bags after their hunts? So whatever this imitation of the Raiden Shogun could talk your ear off as you inconspicuously eyed windows and doors for escape routes?

When you searched her eyes for answers, she, yet again, returned void. In fact, it almost felt unreal how human the Shogun look-alike seemed to be with her composed, gentle demeanor. Whereas the one you faced in a life-or-death fight- she bore no traces of humanity, only brutal, mechanical movements with the singular objective of efficiently ridding you of your existence.

"While some vampires come to be by birth, some were… infected, as I would put it." She began, suddenly, circling a low table to feed more logs into the fire. "My name is Ei, and I was once human. I enjoyed sweets, then. But as you might know, human food does not hold the same taste nor nutrients as it would to a vampire."

Questions swarm your head like incessant flies, but one keeps popping up. Your mouth opens before you can think, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Hush, allow me to continue, if you will. Firstly, I feel that it is vital to inform you that you are not the first. You are free to perceive this as a threat or as consolation, though I greatly suggest the latter, for your sake, and, perhaps rather selfishly, for mine."

No matter how much solace she expected to bring you with such foreboding warnings, the fact that you weren't the first for whatever sick game she was about to instill upon you, in combination with the fact that you have not once heard any tale of the Raiden Shogun's identical double feeling inclined to impose sick games onto hunters after their bounty, drove you even further into a pit of worry and desperation. Her phrasing wasn't important- it would never be, because vampires posed a natural threat to your survival from the get-go.

"Secondly, you shall not reject any of my advances. Not that you would want to, of course, and I recommend that you don't, from my experience. But on the off chance that you do, my dear Shogun does not care for trivial matters such as sweets. Your pleasure will not dictate the measures she will take to ensure your compliance."

It's almost as if she were purposefully baiting you into folding. You almost feel foolishly inclined to insist that she hurries along her long, disconcerting list of terms, but the rational- albeit cowardly- side of you firmly argues to stay silent and entertain her with no pleasure of watching you tremble like a petal.

She takes your silence for acceptance, it seemed. “As I had said, I greatly adored sweets. It has been rumored by others of my kind that human pleasures tend to sweeten the blood for the better.” Her eyes flicker over to you. “I have sampled a multitude of different flavors myself, each with varying levels of sweetness and purity. But you,"

She circles back, not unlike a shark smelling fresh blood in the water. "Your blood is unblemished by tobacco and alcohol. Those impurities have always tainted my marks, no matter how much sweetness I wring out of them."

You've stopped listening at this, cringing at the implications of her absurd statements. Treating your predecessors like gourmet meals just as humans did with livestock. Most hunters drank and smoked- those vices greased the wheels for them. You either indulged, or you would succumb to the stress and anxiety that came as a package deal.

She must've known. She's a vampire, after all, and their heightened senses must have turned you into a mouth watering meal, comparable to ripe fruit kept free of disease and pests.

Your thoughts run back to the last tavern you drank at, that reeked of sweat and cheap beer. The alcohol was bitter and foul, so utterly indigestible that you gave the rest of your mug away to a drunk stranger and proceeded to rinse your mouth clean in the privacy of your own room. And before that, your mentor had offered a cigar after your first successful hunt, but the post-traumatic stress that poisoned your mind had you retching and regurgitating whatever lunch you had managed to stomach as soon as you inhaled. Even now, the consideration of downing a pint of beer or indulging in a smoke makes you shudder.

"So you're going to rape me?" You spit out, half considering her terms.

"That is putting it extremely. But I won't have to if you oblige. Perhaps I'll even spare you, if you behave." Her smile twists up sardonically.

"Would you let me go if my flavor is not up to your gourmet standards?"

"Hardly even a question. I would feed you to the Shogun. It would be up to her what she would want to do with you." Her honesty renders her fully transparent leaving no room for further inquiry. This is a waltz she knows well. You aren't sure if you should feel safe or terrorized by how casually she handled your interrogation.

"... Will you be gentle?"

For once, genuine surprise returns to replace her cold, distant resting expression.

"It's… I," Would it be better to keep this to yourself? Perhaps you could rouse pity if you were honest. "I've never been with anyone…"

"Not even yourself?"

You flushed at the implication of her rebuttal. Admittedly, you've tried before, in the safety of a rented room of a tavern. But judging from how little you've achieved by yourself, the safer answer would be no. "Look, if that's an issue, then just kill me right now and spare me the humiliation." You bite back. "It won't be pleasant for me regardless."

Ei leans over, fangs hovering just above the shell of your ear. "A rare purity of soul, body and mind. It seems I've struck gold." She whispered, sending cold, hollow chills down your clammy skin. "Do not fret, little lamb. I did hold a preference towards women before my time as a vampire. Your pleasure means all the more value to me."

If that was a lie, it did not matter to you.

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Ei reminded you of the noblewomen you've met in your time serving as a commissioned bounty hunter. They were regal, elegant and held their chin up high with unwavering confidence despite being overshadowed by their husband's status. To you, it seemed admirable, though you could never compare your social footing to theirs. Sometimes you wondered if they had always been the ones pulling the strings from the shadows.

But Ei- she was different. When she rose to full mast, her poster demanded attention and respect and you instantly knew she was the head of her own estate. Her height was overpowering and dizzying, and though her muscles were lithe, you had no issue accepting the fact that the vampire could fold you with ease.

When Ei peeled the sheets that held your warmth away, you did not dare to struggle, lest you incur her wrath. However, you did shiver from the sudden gust of cold air as your core temperature plummeted despite the warm fire nearby, almost immediately shriveling up like an insect. As soon as you curled in your limbs to protect your warmth (and modesty, though it was pointless, you knew), her strong, boney hands wrestled your legs open like a pliant play doll baring your holes for her to view at her pleasure.

And despite your bewilderment, she offered no words of solace, but only drank in the sight of your untouched pussy with animal hunger present in her eyes and an unfriendly, sinister smile. "Do not be afraid of me, my little lamb." She whispered, smelling the bitter musk of terror oozing from your glands. "It does you no favors to serve me such an unappealing meal." Her cold fingers trace around your untouched clit.

It's hard to teach yourself something you had no knowledge in. In your trade, every clever trick in the book you absorbed from observing your mentor, and if it didn't work, then you wouldn't live to tell the tale. Likewise, attempting to stimulate yourself without knowing what to do had gotten you nowhere, but when the Ei gathered up your slick and gently pressed into your pussy, it took you damn near everything not to combust on the spot.

"Poor thing, so desperate to seek the pleasure you could not find yourself." She stated cruelly, and it was like instinct, to allow such a monster to devour you whole. No one else's appendages, human or not, could ever provoke the same, blinding pleasure that spiked your core like fireworks. The expertly timed circles around your throbbing clit and the shallow dip of her fingers worked wonders on your rapidly deteriorating psyche.

It was not enough. It could not be enough because you could still see the rest of her pale, slender hand, resting just outside your greedy cunt when it should be buried deep by the innards of your burning flesh-

Sweaty hands immediately sought purchase on her forearm, hoping to pull her in for more. Cold, black mist seeped through your fingers, through her broken skin. "Careful now, you might be biting off more than you can chew." She warned you, but made no effort to pull away as you accepted more and more of her. Your stomach lurched, chest heaving to make up for it and throwing your head back as white flooded your vision.

Although your lips spasmed against the intrusion from overstimulation, your spine arched into her touch, hips greedily searching for more. Immediately, she forces down your entire body back into the plush comfort of the sofa. "What a pliant, little lamb you are. So willing to accept what most of your kind have struggled so valiantly against at first. Tell me, then, were you always this depraved?"

"Nu-ah! No, it's- I'm not…"

"Or, is it how I fuck this tight, little virgin cunt of yours?" Her wrists flick in tandem with your hips, easily matching your erratic pace. She must've felt the way you clenched up at her dirty words. Elegant, regal noblewomen wouldn't speak as such, but you supposed she was the lady of her own estate. And she was a different kind of beast. "You enjoy this, don't you, dirty vermin? Being stuffed full of me, put in your place. Nothing but a deviant that craves a vampire's touch."

You are not a deviant. You weren't succumbing to her pleasure because you wanted to. It was a matter of a prey's final, desperate attempt at survival, and your mind begged for that to be the case, but a further part of you had long conceded. Ei's touch numbed the bone deep ache, relaxing yet intense. You cried. You thrashed. Maybe you did none of that and took her fingers without trouble, or maybe she had to help you make it fit, but this moment was unbound to time and reality. It should be impossible, how well she worked into the crevices of your body and wrung you dry just as she promised.

Every word you tried to voice was caught in your throat as she diligently drilled in between your walls. The timing was too immaculate. She could have very well been reading your mind, and that wouldn't be the most absurd revelation you've had the pleasure of witnessing this evening.

"Little lamb, you should feel lucky that I am just as ravenous as you are." She damn near growled but you could only perceive the gentle rumble of her chest as she spoke. "That I did not expect of you to beg." Compared to your glazed, half lidded eyes and heavy breaths, Ei's movements did not seem the least bit influenced by exertion. The last of your sanity receded somewhere far into the back of your mind as her fingers pressed against a spot you could not have possibly imagined of finding.

"Come, now. Come for your master. Show me what a good, delectable treat you are for me, you little whore."

You didn't need your imagination to see the dominion she held over you. Getting fucked senseless by a vampire couldn't possibly feel this good, but it did. When you squeezed your eyes shut, you saw blackness but also blinding light. Whatever is left of your sanity fizzles away like beer foam and you wail (or maybe it was a soundless cry) because it was too much, too good, too overwhelming-

And something, perhaps her boney hands, gripped your jaw as you cried out, exposing your jugular, but did not feel agonizing when she bit down, reaping what she sowed. Your walls continued to spasm relentlessly around her fingers, leaving a slick mess all over her thigh and hand, knowing nothing but the sweltering ecstasy of being owned, filled and used so thoroughly that you could not possibly belong to anyone else but Ei.

When you crack open your eyes for a split second, Ei captured your lips. You didn't feel the sharp point of her fangs, and she did not open her mouth, but you could still taste the residue of your own blood. There was no sadism, no ownership to be claimed as she kissed you. It was just Ei- or rather, you knew, it was simply a human behind the embrace you sank into before sleep overtakes you.

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Warm porcelain pressed itself insistently against your lips when you stirred. Upon opening your eyes, you are met with a violet pair staring back earnestly. Obediently, you allow yourself to sip, careful not to choke. It tasted herbal, flowery.

"Paralytic?" You wondered out loud.

"Tea." The vampire answered curtly.

"Where did Ei go?" The Ei you've come to know despite having only spoken to her for a short while would have babbled on about the healing properties of the drink. "And why am I not dead?"

"Because Ei has more use of you alive than dead." The Shogun replied, settling the half empty cup on a tray next to you. "She went to deal with that incessant dog. Only she can handle Miko without trouble. I would advise you to steer clear of her."

"Werewolf?" You didn't miss the claw marks on the edge of the door of this room.

"Perceptive." The Shogun flashed a rare, small smile. "As expected of a seasoned hunter." She then moved to feel your pulse.

One two, one two. You felt it through her fingers, cold as ever. It's weak, your body dealing with the brunt of the effects, and the consequences are no less harsh on the headache you have to endure.

"Rest well. You are exerted. The tea has been steeped, you can use that to relax and recover." The Shogun stands up from your side and makes her way to the door. "Tomorrow I will take my fill. Do not expect me to be as generous as Ei."

She stopped at the entrance of the door, seeming to hesitate for a second. Then, more resolutely, she looked over her shoulder. "Like she said, I do not care much for sweets. However, you have piqued my interest."

#dead dove do not eat #genshin impact smut #raiden shogun x reader #dubcon/noncon #mild blood/gore #gourmet blood sucking #yeah that exists now

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butler-on-beale-street · 2 years

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Unforgettable | E!Austin Butler X Plus!Reader | Part 4

Warnings: I used one word, "cripple" , that is definitely tinged with ablism, but I used it to fit the dialogue of the time. If you guys would like me to edit it out, please let me know. Tooth rotting fluff!

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Here's another part! Expect many more to follow!

Edit: here are two WONDERFUL moodboards that were made for unforgettable by the lovely @superbatson and @mpmarypoppins Here are the links respectively! They are exactly the vibe I am going for!

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He went back home, telling you he wants to see you again...but you're not fond of the waiting game.

It had been over a week and you missed him. Business returned to normal and no one knew that Elvis had ever stepped foot in your bookstore. You felt spoiled in his presence, and your return to normal felt more like punishment than anything else.

“Y/n, honey. I asked you to stock the back shelves,” Uncle Harold said, snapping you back to the present.

“Hmm?” You said, spinning to look at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me go take care of it.”

He eyed you with a raised eyebrow, most likely concerned with your unusually spacy behavior. “You need a cup of coffee. Maybe two,” He said, pulling his reading glasses further up on his nose.

You chuckled nervously. “Hmm, maybe. I’ll make one in a few. Would you like one, too?” You offered, attempting to appear more present within the conversation. “It’ll be extra special because I made it,” You smiled at him exaggeratedly.

“Please. Two sugars.” He said softly before continuing to his next errand within the store. You heaved a deep sigh, letting your shoulders sink, your posture hunching forward as you sauntered to the kitchenette.

“Well hello there, Quasimodo,” Evelyn began, twirling a cherry twizzler. She sat on one of the laminate countertops. “Don’t you have a church to haunt?” She chewed with her mouth open, grinning in response to her wisecrack.

“Quasimodo wasn’t a ghost. He was a cripple.” You answered, stepping in to set up the coffee pot.

“Same thing,” She answered feebly, continuing to chew the candy absurdly loud.

You remained quiet as you plugged in the percolator, stepping to the side to fill it with water and insert a coffee filter into the top. “No…” She began, her voice lilting upward. “Something’s wrong with you.”

You looked up at the wall in front of you as you filled the coffee pot, considering what she might say next. “You’re extra quiet and you look like hell.” You couldn’t help but chuckle sarcastically.

“Mm,” You nodded, placing the percolator on the counter before turning to your cousin. “Tell me, Evey. What else do you see?” You asked, sarcasm leeched throughout your tone. She finished the candy before speaking again.

“You’re lovesick.” She offered simply.

“Excuse me? I’m what?”

“You’re obviously missing Elvis. I can tell.” Evelyn’s approach softened as she spoke and you watched her hop off of the counter and lean against the fridge. “Do you think he’s gonna come back?” She asked.

“I don’t know.” You answered, and it was true. That entire day felt like a lucid dream, one where you knew that you were asleep, but everytime you pinched yourself you couldn’t seem to snap back into reality. “It’s a risk every time he goes out in public. I mean, if we were like other girls, he would have been mauled.”

Evelyn giggled softly. “He is dreamy, that’s for sure,” She said, her lips curling upward. “It’s obvious that you like each other– something beyond just looks and politeness. That’s why I left you alone when he came over.” It was nice to have this type of conversation, but at the same time, it was strange hearing it instead of giving it. “Elvis is an independent man. If he wants to, he will find you. He will reach out. I just know it.” She strolled to the door, stopping before returning to the sales floor. “In the meantime, you left the coffee pot running without the top on.”

Your eyes widened and you spun around, watching the contents of the machine bubble over onto the countertop, creating a trail of mess down the lower cabinets.. “Damn, damn, damn!” You spat under your breath, rushing to find a towel.

***

“That will be one dollar and twenty three cents,” You said, ringing up a young woman whose child hung from her arm, reaching desperately for the stack of books that she had collected.

“Baby, you can see them in just a moment,” The mother said sweetly and you watched her child pout, her lips folding out and her eyebrows tilting inward, almost causing you to start laughing. She was beautiful; her hair fell in immaculate white-blonde ringlets and her eyes were strikingly green.

“I just want to read!” She said, her tone pulled upward with frustration.

“You can as soon as I pay this nice young lady,” the mother said, pulling out her wallet from her purse.

“Hmph,” You heard as the little girl turned away from her mother, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, she’s too smart for her own good. “Three years old and already reading big girl books,” she said, stroking the top of her daughter’s head.

“No worries, that was me when I was her age,” You said, taking a check from the woman and putting it into the register. “Kind of works out that I ended up here.” The woman gave a few words of thanks before walking away. You watched as her daughter held the bag of books up in front of her by the handles, beaming from ear to ear.

“You were that way once.” You turned to see uncle Harold leaning against the wall beside you. “Every time I’d come to visit, I’d give you any book you wanted. You loved picture books when you were teeny tiny–then you got too smart for your own good and told me, ‘uncle Harry, I want big girl books,’ and I’d bring those to you. “Do you remember that?” He asked, as if you had forgotten.

“Of course I do. I have almost every single book you’ve ever gotten me.” You held those books near and dear to your heart. “I’m glad they were still packed away in the garage.” Uncle Harold nodded solemnly before stepping forward to take your hands in his.

“I love you, Darling. From the bottom of my heart.” He leaned in and kissed you softly on the cheek before returning to work. From the day that your parents had passed, he and your Aunt Molly had, with no question, taken care of you. You didn’t talk about it very often, but they both knew that you appreciated their devotion to you.

“Mail!” You looked up from the register to see Donnie arriving with several packages stacked in his arms.

“Hey, Donnie! Thank you.” You let him offload the mail onto the counter before signing for the parcels. “Good to see you, miss Y/n. Where’s Evelyn?” He asked, avoiding eye contact, his cheeks blushing.

“She’s probably reading a magazine she didn’t pay for,” You answered with a soft grin. “Want me to tell her you said hello?” You raised an eyebrow, knowing the answer.

“Oh–uh,” He stuttered.

“It’s no problem. I’m sure she will be delighted,” You told him and you watched his eyes soften.

“Thank you,” He said quickly before ducking out of the shop and hopping back in his mail truck. You couldn’t help but shake your head. Just another admirer. You gave yourself a mental note. Put that new name on the list.

You unwrapped the twine holding the parcels together, separating each piece of mail. Bill, another bill, invoice for furnace repair, A book that you had pre-ordered for Tammy Gotfried…and another package. It was a decently sized flat, rectangular box that was wrapped in brown kraft paper. In the upper corner, the address read 3764 Highway 51 South, Memphis, Tennessee. The sender name was scrawled, ‘Capt. Marvel Junior,” to a miss Y/ln. Your eyebrows knit together as you pulled the package on its side, tearing it open. You threw the outer packaging to the ground. Inside was a pearl-white gift box that was almost too beautiful to open. A white satin ribbon was wrapped around it, packaged with care. You pulled at the ribbon, letting it unravel. You looked around you to make sure that no one was looking at you while you opened this mystery package.

You pulled off the lid of the box, setting it aside. Inside, the item was concealed in many leaves of tissue paper. You pulled them out, letting them fall to the floor.

“Oh my,” you said to yourself as you saw it for the first time. Neatly folded and tucked within the box was a beautiful dress. You pulled it slowly out of the box, shaking it free of its confinement. A small enclosed envelope fell to the floor, having gone unseen. You set it to the side as you held the garment up in front of you. It was a full, lined swing dress that was adorned with intricate periwinkle lace around every edge. The entire dress was embroidered in bright pairs of cherries. You let your hands wander about the dress, touching and feeling the quality of the luxurious fabric between your fingers. After a moment, you set the dress carefully to the side before picking up the card.

A woman like yourself deserves to be given the finest—I had this made for you, I sure hope you don’t mind. The cherry fabric made me smile when I saw it. I would be a liar if I said I don’t think about you. I confess that I cannot stop thinking about you. I’d like to see you again, hopefully somewhere where you could wear this dress.

The very best to you and your family. Remember to keep smiling, Cheeks. Happiness looks brilliant on you.

E.P.

The note was handwritten and you could tell that Elvis spent time deciding on what he was going to say. You ran your fingers over the divots in the paper from his pen, replaying the amazing day you had together. You couldn’t help the wide grin that overtook your face.

“Be careful, if you smile any bigger, you’ll be stuck that way forever.” Evelyn teased as she walked by with a stack of new book inventory. You chuckled softly, unbothered. “What is it?” She asked, setting the books on the front counter.

“Look for yourself,” You answered, rotating the gift box so that she could see what was inside of it. You watched her eyes grow wide.

“Wow,” she responded as she reached her fingers into the box to touch the delicate fabric. “From–?” She asked, her eyebrows raising. She didn’t insert the name, but she didn’t need to.

You nodded softly, pulling the dress out once more, pulling it up against your body. “He apparently had it made for me,” You said, embarrassment causing you to detract your gaze from her.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous! I’m jealous,” She said with a friendly smile. “Did he say anything? Leave a card?” You nodded again.

“Said he’d like to see me again, somewhere where I could wear this dress.” You swung the dress against your body, watching how the full skirt moved. You folded it back as closely as you could to the way that he had left it packaged.

“Let me get this straight,” Evelyn said, pointing her finger out in front of her to you. “There might really be a chance for you to be going steady with Elvis Presley…” Her eyes glimmered at the thought, most likely imagining herself in your shoes.

“It’s not like that,” you insisted. “He just wants to spend time with me.” You shrugged your shoulders dismissively.

“Mmhmm,” She said, eying the white envelope on the counter. Her hands flew in front of her as she grabbed the letter. “Hey! Stop! That’s mine–” You tried to snatch it back from her, but she was too fast.

“Why so secretive, Y/n? You said it wasn’t that big of a deal.” You watched her nervously as she read the letter. “Cannot stop thinking about you…” Her eyes widened over the top of the letter as she looked at you. “Elvis Presley can’t stop thinking about you.” Her face was casted in an amazed expression, as if she couldn’t believe that someone like him could be interested in someone like you.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” You asked, snatching the letter back from her.

“I’m just surprised.” She said simply.

“That Elvis could ever be interested in a woman who doesn’t look like Marilyn Monroe or Grace Kelly?” Your tone was pointed and you couldn’t help the grimace that was beginning to ruin your mood.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” She said defensively.

“Sure sounded like it.” You answered, throwing the dress back into the box and laying the card on top. You stomped off with the gift, leaving her standing alone.

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You excused yourself to your bedroom that evening, preoccupied with thoughts of Elvis. Thoughts of what his real life was like and how you’d ever fit into it swarmed your brain. Is he just being nice? A gentleman? What am I to him? You stared up at your ceiling with your hands clasped together over your chest. Sleep wouldn't come no matter how hard you tried. You adjusted your pillows, kicked down the top sheet and hot blanket to the end of the bed, but still couldn’t get comfortable.

“Ugh!” you spat at yourself, reaching to your side table to grab the book you had begun to read over the past few days–The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle by C.S Lewis. You reached up and turned your lamp on, grateful that the light was dim enough to keep you from squinting. You pulled the book open, removing your crocheted bookmark from inside and setting it aside. You began to absorb yourself into the book. Before you knew it, the pages were turning and turning and you became immersed within the movie that played in your head. You laid there for quite some time, making good progress in the novel. You didn’t notice it at first, but when it happened again, your eyes darted upward. Through your sheer window drapes, an elongated flash lit up your room and then turned off for a second, only to repeat itself several times again. You closed the book and set it aside, sitting up in bed to wait for the moment to happen again. It was a long moment of nothingness before the sequence began again.

Your eyebrows scrunched with confusion. What the? You peeled back your sheets and got out of bed, drawn to the window to find out what the light was. You pulled the curtains to the side to look through the window. On the other side of the street, there were headlights streaming into your bedroom from a car that was backed into the driveway of the house directly in front of yours. It was vacant, put up for sale within the last few weeks since the owners sold it. When the lights dimmed, you understood. It was bright enough to see through the windshield. Elvis sat with his hands on the steering wheel, a grin plastered on his face. You shook your head in disbelief as you pulled open the locking mechanisms in your window. You heaved the window open, raising it above your head before you leaned out, trying your best to maintain a respectable volume.

“Elvis! What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice presenting itself somewhere in between a shout and a whisper. You watched as he winked at you, stepping out of his car, holding the door and looking at you.

“Just checking out the neighborhood, Cheeks,” He said. You could see that he was chewing on a toothpick. You lowered your head at the sarcasm, eying him with a smirk. You watched as he closed his car door as quietly as he could before walking across the street towards you, stopping in the yard just below your window. “Your family asleep?” He asked simply.

“Yes, Elvis. It’s–” You looked back into your room to look at the clock on the wall. “It’s almost one in the morning.” He pulled a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Couldn't really sleep. I don’t sleep a lot these days, anyway.” He looked at you gently. “Wanna go on an adventure?” He asked the question simply, but his expression was filled with hope like a little child.

“Are you crazy? It’s in the middle of the night, and everyone’s asleep.” Your eyes widened as you continued to explain.

“I’ll have you home before daylight. You have my word. They won’t even know you were gone.” He stood in the yard, his eyebrows raised, prepared to hang on your every word. You stood there for a long conflicted moment, considering the consequence versus the reward of going out with Elvis.

“There’s bells on the doors,” You said.

“Well, you’ve got an exit right in front of you silly,” He chuckled. You looked down at the window sill.

“You have me hopping out of windows for you in the middle of the night–” you muttered.

“Everybody’s already labeling me a delinquent, might as well fit the bill, hm? We could be the modern Bonnie and Clyde while we ravage local stores and frighten little children.” He was obviously enthused at his response. You narrowed your eyes at him, unable to wipe away the smirk that betrayed your resolve.

“Let me get dressed.” You closed the curtains and got dressed in a simple outfit–A plum colored circle skirt that flowed just past your knees, paired with a tucked in cotton button down that was adorned with a spray of flowers. You’d forgo the pantyhose and hope that Elvis wouldn’t take notice of the unladylike faux pas.Your hands worked feverishly to get clothes on your body, tucking in and smoothing down your shirt and your skirt, spinning to look at yourself in the mirror, pulling your hair behind your ears, tucking away the pesky flyaways that persisted. After a record-breaking sprint, you turned back to the window. “Okay, I’m ready,” you said, placing your hands on the windowsill to throw your leg out of the window. Luckily, your house was a single story, so you wouldn’t have to figure out how to scale your way down.

Elvis held a hand out to you to grasp and you took it as you straddled the window sill. “I got you,” he said, helping you keep yourself upright as you swung your other leg out of the window. When you were finally out, you turned to close the window, not realizing that your skirt had gotten caught on a sharp piece of window trim jutting from the exterior of the house. Elvis bent and grabbed hold of the piece, trying his best to untangle it. “I’m sorry darlin’, but I’ve got to rip it off.” You nodded softly and watched him yank the fabric from the window, hearing a distinct ripping sound when he released you from it. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s old.” You couldn’t have cared less about the skirt; in fact, it held more value now that it was ripped than even before—only that you’d remember this moment when you saw the torn fabric.

“Ready to go cause some trouble?” He asked, extending his hand back out to you. He flashed his brightest smile and you couldn’t help but extend the same expression back to him. You nodded and took his hand, practically prancing across your yard to his car.

End of Part 4.

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rosecoloreddesire · 1 year

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Sugar Daddy Blues, 4

Summary: You’ve been told to stay away from strangers before but…this one sounded like a dream come true. Sending you money for school, clothes, and pictures. You were living on cloud nine and somehow Elvis Presley was gonna take you all the way there.

Notes: I’m so sorry for taking such a long break for writing! I was super busy and now I should have time to finish most of my works! Thank you for 200 followers!! I love y’all! Sorry if this update is too short!

Warnings: Smut! Sex in a church!!

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“Where you goin’ so early?” You groaned as you looked up from the bed. The sheets were cold on one side now as Elvis was fully dressed above you. You let the satin sheets fall from your bare frame.

“I’m goin’ to a sermon real quick. I got some things to do and I’ll be back before you know it.” He lays a soft kiss upon your forehead as you continue to pout. His laugh is infectious as you try to not crack a smile.

“You can’t take me with? I can be good!” You cross your arms and he chuckles menacingly. He crawls over the top of you and licks a stripe up your neck and began to leave agonizingly slow bites along the column of your throat.

“Mm, because I’ll want to do this the whole time I’m in church. I don’t need the Lord to see how good you are on your knees worshipping me.” You flush and hide your face under the covers.

“Elvis!”

“What,” he sighs longingly,” I can’t let the world know that I’m dating you, yet. I-I gotta figure out the best way-“ you cut him off with a chaste kiss.

“I like the secrecy. Makes it that much hotter, daddy.” You pull at the choker around his neck and he coughs for a second.

“Darlin’, I need you to tone it down. I-I’m gonna be late,” he gives you a quick kiss to the forehead and slides the blanket over your body once more. You wave as he begins to leave. God, how did you get this lucky?

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“So,” Emily starts,” you look debauched….thoroughly trashed.” She lifts your hair out of your face as she continues to curl it. You roll your eyes as you play with the skirt Elvis had picked out for you today.

“Hey, Em? Do you think I’m doing the right thing? Elvis,” Emily’s eyebrow cocked in question,”I mean, are we right? I mean I’ve never even been-“ Emily places her curling iron on the nightstand next to you. She slips her hands across your shoulder and shakes you lightly.

“He has how many girls throwin’ themselves at ‘im? And he buys you these cute clothes, necklaces with his name on ‘em, and even has asked you to move into Graceland! Wait,” she pauses her ramblings and fluffs the ends of your hair,” Did you ever give ‘im an answer?” You looked away from your best friend’s scalding gaze.

“I-I wanna b-but! I still live with my folks! How am I supposed to explain where I’m gonna live now! With THE Elvis?! The one they told me never to fall for? Lord, I’ve seen the papers, Em.” She sighs and takes your hands in hers. The bed bouncing as she situates her sitting position.

“Elvis chose you, Y/N. He’s older than you and by far has made a lot of mistakes. No one’s perfect, babes. And the stuff with his exes? Who cares! Their exes for a reason!” You sigh and fall back on the bed.

“Maybe you’re right. I-I’ll go see if Mr. Presley will take me to Elvis’ sermon.” She squeals and shakes her hips.

“Kinky.”

“EM!”

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“Amen. Thank you, Mister Presley for joining us today.” Elvis nods and shakes the father’s hand as the church filed out. He met with a few fans, taking pictures every so often.

“Hey there, EP. There’s a Miss L/N lookin’ for ya?” Elvis’ heart dropped and he began to walk to find you, little minx. He finds you talking to a few of the men in the church, his blood boiling as he sees you wearing the outfit he picked for you. His father began waving the men away.

“You won’t be findin’ no wife with her. She’s my future in law! Now back off, ya hear? You alright, missy?” You nod as you fan yourself. Not used to the attention from so many men that weren’t Elvis. You hear shoes click on the pavement as Vernon closes his car door. He excuses himself yo go convene with the pastor. A warm hand gripping the back of your neck rips you from your peaceful state.

“DIDN'T I tell you not to come here? And in what daddy chose this mornin’?”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“You’re about to be sorry. Get movin’, princess.” He takes your hand and pulls you up a flight of stairs. And once seated on a lone pew you look up and see the stain glass windows that decorate the walls. Your skin was hot as the realization set into your system.

“Wow its so pretty d-“ a hand is clamped to your lips as it sounds like more people are filling into the pews below. You hear men laughing and hollering. A buzz tickled through your body.

“They’re havin’ the men’s service. Pastor calls it absolving sins circle. And I’m gonna absolve my sin right up here where I always sit.” You gulp and he chuckles. His hands are hot against your skin as he runs his hands up your legs.

“E-Elvis, we can’t-“ a harsh smack to the inside of your thigh silences you. He pulls you towards him. Your back taut against his chest. Your heart rate speeding up.

“Ah ah! That’s not my name right now, lil’ mama.”

“D-Daddy. Please.” His hand is hot against your mouth as he continues to shush you. His cock is hard and demanding as he grinds you against his clothed erection. Your eyes roll back as you thank God that Elvis picked out such a thin and short skirt today.

“Now. We’ve had a recent discussion about confession and not a lot of y’all comin’ to it. Sinners will be forgiven. You must want to be forgiven.” The pastors booming voice spread through the almost silent church.

“You see, princess? You’ll be forgiven.” He smirks as his teeth grind into your soft flesh of your nape. You suck in a breath and his hand on your mouth gets tighter. Lifting off for a split second as you grab his wrist. You lead his hand down to your unclothed pussy. His resolve to tease was hangin on by a thread as you turned to remove him from his trousers. His cock sprang free, wet with precum. His breathing was labored as the pastor continued his talk about premarital sex now being a confessions sin. He looked at you as you dropped to your knees, his patience wavering. You spit onto your hand and begin to rub your palm around his tip. He takes a sharp breath biting his lip to stop the groan from passing through as you look up at him innocently.

“What’s wrong, daddy? You’ve gotta listen to your friend down there.” He rolled his eyes, his fist grabbing your hair as he pulled you forward. Your lips wrapped around his cock in a fever as the sounds of squelching amped up in your small space above the church goers. You began to take Elvis deeper in your throat when he takes his cock from your mouth. The pastor clears his throat from the murmur of people talking about the noise.

“Givin’ into the temptation of a woman and her skin flush with finest makeup is a sin my fellow men. But you may be forgiven in the eyes of our lord.” Elvis turns you around as you sit back on his lap. You run his cock between your folds the best you can as his grip tightens around you. You lean back as he lines up his member. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned.” He grabbed your hips, his cock within your walls in record time. He grabs your throat as you sob.

“You keep your pretty little mouth quiet, yeah? Daddy will buy you anythin’ you want, okay? That’s my girl.” You take your lip between his teeth as he pulls your waist down to meet his thrusts. Your head lolling back as he marked your exposed skin.

“D-Daddy, I want you to cum in me so bad.”

“Y-Yeah? Wanna show the whole congregation what I did to you while you walk out of here with my cum drippin’ down your thighs?” Elvis’ mind was getting fuzzy just thinking about it. His cock was hot inside you as he pulled down your blouse to reveal you had no bra either.

“Oops, you forgot to leave me out any underwear, Presley.” He growled softly into your chest as he rolled his tongue around one of your nipples. You clasp your hands to your mouth as he contoured your chest in more bruises. Just when the last ones were finally gone, you thought. You would never object to see more of those marks on him however.

“Holy shit. Please, faster.” You beg Elvis as you feel your end nearing. The fact of being in public and in a church pushing you to your orgasm faster than you’ve ever felt. Elvis’ hand wiggled down your body to start his circling of your clit. His other hand gripping you close to continue his harsh thrusts. His eyes hardly leaving where you both were connected.

“You gonna cum already, princess,” you nod profusely as his grip tightens,” me too, fuck. This is so hot.” You breathlessly nod along as you feel your body quiver. Your eyes scrunch shut as his hand speeds up on your clit. The addictive sensation of your orgasm washes over you as your body shakes. The feeling of Elvis’ climax isn’t too long after as he bites your shoulder to keep himself quiet. He desperately clothes you as the second sermon of the day begins to close. You are fucked out and he wraps you in his long coat.

“I-I really just came here to see you. I didn’t think this would-“ he cuts you off with a quick kiss. You smile as he takes your hand in his.

“It’s a better visit than I could’ve asked for, princess. Now, there’s gonna be paparazzi here any minute. I want you to go through the back and meet back up with my daddy, okay?” You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. He chuckles seeing you on your tippy toes.

“Hm, one day they’ll know.” He smiles down at you, his lips are warm and sweet. The kiss deepening as he pulls you in by the waist. His hand threaded through your hair. God, he needed to get that ring on that damn finger.

“Ahem. I’ll be taking her now, Elvis.” His dad stood there awkwardly as you blushed. You hugged Elvis one more time. His father links his arms into yours and smiles.

“Wedding ring soon enough, Y/N. Soon enough.” You rolled your eyes but looked down at your jewel adorned hand. It would be nice wouldn’t it?

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“I think it’s nice he’s lettin’ you move in slowly. That way you get a feel for it! I’ll be stayin’ with you for a bit. On his dime he said.” Emily giggled as she placed her bags next yours. You still couldn’t believe you said yes. However, you were lying to your parents saying you were living with Emily.

“The only thing is I can only go out the back way whenever Elvis is home. It makes me feel like I’m doin’ a walk a’ shame.” Emily wraps an arm around you and smiles softly.

“You are datin’ THE Elvis Presley! Girl, you won the lottery! We gotta stop with all this depressin’ shit!” She takes your hand and leads you down the stars. She stops abruptly. She tries pushing you up the stairs in a hurry.

“W-What are you doin’? Let’s go talk to Elvis-“ You get just enough of a look down the stairs to see her. His ex-wife, Priscilla. She was just as gorgeous as all the papers were saying. Your heart dropped as she let him hug their daughter and her.

“Y/N, don’t start . I told you this would happen-“ you waved her off.

“I’m fine. I just forgot was all. I-I forget he’s got a family of his own.” You turn around and begin to fight the tears that beckon to fall down your cheeks as you think of the fact that you’ll never have that. Elvis will never love you like he did Priscilla. You were his place holder, weren’t you?

“Priscilla, thank you. She had lots of fun this weekend with me and her pop pop! Uh, I’ll be back performin’ soon so I’ll let you know. Thanks, prince- Cilla.” Your heart could’ve just fallen out of your chest as he fumbled his words. He was definitely still in love. You shook your head and ran up the stairs. Locking the door to whatever room you ended up in.

“Y/N, he’s gonna ask why you’re in there. And actin’ all solemn!” You ignored your best friend as the nagging fears you had since your first encounter rushed through you.

“Why me? I wish I never made that stupid call. I wish that guy at the bar could’ve made up a worse phone number to call.” You cry, your head in your hands. The tears felt relieving in a small sense but you curled up against the door looking at the room. It was Elvis’. The room was decorated in flower petals. The walls adorned with TCB and Elvis’ achievements. Candles on the night stands. You were in awe. The door begins to open and there is the man of the hour himself.

“Hey, I heard from Em. It’s not that serious I promise. I love you so much.” He sits on the ground next to you and your curl into his side within seconds.

“I just feel like I’m too young and you’ve already had your family and-“

“Hey, darlin’. Please, I love you so much. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“I love you too.” You speak softly as the tears continue to pour.

“I’ve been talking with those people from the comeback special about them being my managers and we’ll be out of here in no time. We’ll travel the world darlin’. You and me.”

“I’d go anywhere with you, Elvis Presley. And that’s the part that sucks! ” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around you. His rapid heartbeat keeping you from falling victim to your insecurities. For now.

“You are my everythin’, Darlin’. Don’t think that way ever,” his hand tilts your chin up at him, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight streaming through a slit in the curtains. The candles dimming slowly,” You are my best girl, right?” He slips a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes I am.” You smile, a blush tinting your cheeks. He kisses you gently. His lips spilling a mantra of feelings against yours of love and desperation.His hand resting upon your face guiding you within the kiss as tears begin to dry against your cheeks.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N.” You nod into the kiss as he pulls you onto his lap. His fingers intertwining with yours. A cold metal slips onto your finger and you break away.

“W-Wha- Elvis?” He leaves a soft

“It’s just a promise right now, baby. Okay? But a promise it’ll happen soon.”

“Mm, but shopping spree tomorrow, daddy?”

“Anything for you, my baby.”

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sunnydice · 2 months

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💤 👽 🖕 for cquackity :3? Specifically during nlm?

OK i didn't read the nlm part correctly i thought it said lnv and i don't want to delete everything so you're getting TWO. also i might be mildly dyslexic like genuinely. like this isn't a bit. i need to talk to somebody.

part lnv:

💤 A headcanon about their sleep:

this is canonically backed because he has lines about it but he sleeps in weird intervals!! he pretty much goes until he can't, then power naps n gets right back to it. conking at his desk for like 2hrs, then getting back to paperwork. getting back from the prison and sleeping for 18hrs. leaving in the middle of convos to go nap at the needle for 30mins then rushing somewhere else. whags going on. i also think he can be hard to wake up? for such a paranoid guy. smtimes he has to set like 40 alarms to give his eepy ass half a chance at being resuscitated.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs:

OK this one isn't exactly weird quirk but the reaction around it was ppl thinking it was a weird quirk and i think it's funny. cq tics real and true FOREVER. the guy already talks strangely and says things that have nothing to do with the convo so his tics became easy to read as part of his bit and the ppl around him thought he was just squirky w it. have you seen that tweet tht goes "me and my friends just found out my buddy has tourettes. now i feel bad cuz everytime he shouted 'jacking off' we thought he was being cool and we'd cheer him on.' that was the manburg cabinet. to me. :heart_hands:

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger:

oh this guy is so sososo so rage it's eating him alive. like he's always had issues with being more snippy and argumentative and short fused that he ought to be, and lnv and everything surrounding makes it a million times worse. he can still joke around but he'll be a little too cruel with his jokes and snarky and he snaps at people and his patience evaporates. and i think he tries to control it too! in this weird way, especially when he's infront of people. yk wanting that professional img and maybe hating that he's like that also as well. so he swallows it down and goes home and tears apart rooms and rips at his hair n head and scratches and snarls and bites back screaming like an animal. meltdown style‼️and if that doesn't work why not get another use out of the prison lol. AND FUCK CDRM‼️‼️‼️‼️

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part: nlm

💤 A headcanon about their sleep:

i think the above holds up! he does sleep at weird intervals but it's way more subdued, more normal style. he suffers from insomnia here more specifically however, the worrying abt everything and the paperwork for both nlm and el rapids pass the time during those nights.

👽 A headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs:

being possessed by your dead ex husband is weird as hell!!! you guys remember when he chased ckarl down with an axe and killed him while howling like a wild animal. saying schlattisms talking in a different voice mumbling a pointed "i'm ALIVE" in a church. what are you talking abt bitch. go somewhere w that. and i think it's prevalent i think it influences how he acts. (ofc not in a way that takes away his agency in things that had nothing to do with it he still wanted to execute ppl stupid style constantly tht was ALL him.) maybe he craves meat more sometimes Raw maybe he picks up smoking and wine way more maybe his heartbeat feels like it's two different but matching rhythms in his chest. maybe his wing of the white house is a little colder than everywhere else. i'm sure that doesn't mean anything however.

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger:

mm..i think quackity is very much a righteous anger person he has that in every arc. get mad abt the treatment of the little guy find a target that caused it that deserves it that you have to stop now. i think other aspects of his anger are a smidge easier to control in this arc BECAUSE he had that reasonable outlet. it's okay calm down you can save this for (insert hitlist target here). get back to work BOY. kind of a weird comfort and good redirection for him does tht make sense. he's still yelling at everybody tho the hater grind stops for NOBODY ON THIS EATRTH 💯💥⁉️🔛🔝🗣‼️‼️‼️💥💯

#tysm for the questions!!!!#askatraz #ask games #softiestyx

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Surprise Proposal ~Will you marry me?~ (Faust)

Premium End (Faust’s POV)

Our wedding is about to take place under a clear sky, blessed by the heavens.

(I don't want God to bless this, but Mitsuki will surely look stunning in this dazzling light.)

Dressed in an unusual tuxedo, Charles leaned out from the pews as I waited for my bride in the church.

Charles: "Docteur, you're normally working as a priest, so this is kind of new."

Faust: "Yeah. I never thought I would stand here like this."

I chose to hold the ceremony to make Mitsuki happy.

The residents of the mansion are also gathered in the church, waiting for today's star.

Jean: "Can a priest get married?"

Shakespeare: "Well, Faust is hardly a stickler for the rules."

Da Vinci sat up amidst the chatter.

Leonardo: "It's about time. I'll go check on her."

His gaze suddenly turns to me in front of the altar.

Leonardo: "Faust, please make Cara mia happy."

Faust: "Of course."

As I replied, I remembered the day that triggered the proposal.

~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~

Mitsuki: "They look so happy."

Mitsuki blurted out these words on the wedding day of a man and a woman from downtown.

Faust: "Mitsuki. That's―"

(Is marriage your idea of happiness...?)

Her eyes, fixed on the bride and groom, reflected a clear longing.

(If that's the happiness you want, I'll give it to you.)

(I will not allow anyone else to give it to you other than me.)

The kids interrupted my thoughts while still feeling overwhelmed by my feelings.

And then the story took an unexpected turn.

Boy: "I'll make big sister my wife, too!"

Mitsuki: "Yeah? Hehe, thank―"

Faust: "No."

With a snap, Mitsuki and the kids look at me in unison.

Boy: "Ehh, why?"

Faust: "Mitsuki is my…"

She's going to be my wife.

I was about to say that, but I quickly swallowed my words when Mitsuki glanced at me out of the corner of my eye.

(No matter how much I want to say this, this is not the best way to do so.)

I quickly regained my composure after almost getting caught up with my emotions.

But then, maybe I just put my foot in my mouth.

Faust: "She's my guinea pig."

~~~~~~~Flashback Ends~~~~~~~

(That made Mitsuki angry for a while.)

(Good thing I was able to propose again after that.)

At that moment, the church doors opened and Mitsuki, accompanied by Lord Vlad and Comte, entered, instantly captivating me.

(She's like a light.)

I squinted at her beautiful figure, dressed in a pure white dress.

After being escorted, Mitsuki comes up to me, blinding me with her dazzling appearance.

I looked into her eyes through her veil as we stood together in front of the altar.

Faust: "Mitsuki, I solemnly swear to you."

(Not to God, not to anyone else, but you.)

Faust: "I will love you as long as I live, in sickness and in health."

Mitsuki: "I also solemnly swear to you, Johann."

Mitsuki: "As long as I live, I will love you no matter what fate awaits you."

(Yes, our love will never give in to absurd fate.)

After exchanging rings, I lifted her veil and brought her face close to mine, but suddenly a possessive feeling came over me.

Faust: "I don't want anyone to see that look on your face, not even a piece of it."

I hugged Mitsuki's body so that the attendees couldn't see her.

Mitsuki: "Huh? Mmー"

I smirked and kissed her, seeing her surprised face.

Mitsuki: "Geez, you're so pushy even at a time like this."

She shoved my chest and pouted, but that made me love her even more.

Faust: "Obviously. Do you think I would expose your precious expression to everyone?"

Faust: "From the moment we pledged ourselves to each other, every inch of you belongs to me."

(And, of course, even your happy and embarrassed expressions.)

As I wrapped her cheeks in my hands and we looked at each other, hiding from the audience, a round of applause suddenly broke out.

Sunshine and applause filled the air as Mitsuki, still smiling, and I walked outside the church.

Mitsuki: "This is where we got into a fight after witnessing the last wedding."

Faust: "Back then, you said you were 'happy' to see the two of them married."

(Although I wished I was the one to give it to her., but...)

Faust: "Are you happy now?"

(I've lived my life without really understanding what "happiness" is.)

With only anger and despair on my side, my life was filled with loneliness.

(I wonder if I'm making you happy.)

But such doubts are instantly drowned out by the smile of my beloved.

Mitsuki: "Of course. I'm very happy!"

(What is this feeling?)

I held my mouth down in surprise as an inexplicable feeling came over me.

Mitsuki: "What's wrong?"

Faust: "No. I've been to weddings as a priest before, but I've never felt this emotion before."

Faust: "Such an all-encompassing and painful feeling."

Mitsuki smiled when I said this, unable to hide my confusion.

Mitsuki: "I've been thinking for some time now about how I wanted to spend my life with you and make you happy."

Mitsuki: "All this happiness belongs to you, Johann."

Her smile tickled my heart and drowned out the despair of my past.

(Looks like I got myself a hard-earned wife.)

Faust: "Yes, it's mine. This happiness and you."

(Your very existence is happiness for me.)

Faust: "I will make you happy in the future. I promise you that I will love you for the rest of your life."

Mitsuki: "Gladly!"

I reached out to her warmth and embraced the only "happiness" in the world.

After the wedding and party, we arrived in a hotel room.

Mitsuki's cheeks were a little flustered as I put her on the bed and kneeled to push her down.

Mitsuki: "Um, aren't we going back to the castle?"

Faust: "Don't you want to be alone with me on our wedding night?"

Our sweet gazes and body warmth collide with each other, making our hearts flow into each other without saying a word.

The only thing that makes my heart tighten is my love for Mitsuki.

Faust: "I'm going to engrave my love on your body. So much so that you won't be able to get out."

Mitsuki: "Johann..."

A smile naturally appears on her rosy face.

Seeking to be deeply connected, we gently bring our breaths closer together...

💍 Previous Chapter || 💍 Epilogue

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Holidays 7.25

Holidays

Act Like a Caveman Day

Antifascist Pasta Day (Italy)

Bayreuther Festspiele begins (Wagner festival; Germany) [thru 8.28]

Be Adamant About Something Day

Community Day (Galicia, Spain)

CTNNB1 Awareness Day

A Day Out of Time (Last Day of the Year; Mayan, Galactic)

Ebernoe Horn Fair (Sussex, UK)

Feed the Country Ducks Day

Festival of Picaresque Animality

Health and Happiness with Hypnosis Day

International AfroLatinx, AfroCaribbean & Diaspora Women’s Day

International Day of Solidarity with Antifascist Prisoners

International Red Show Day

International Sop Rapping Over Vocals Day

John Knill Day (Cornwall, UK) [Every 5 Years]

Jumatul Bidah (Bangladesh)

Jumat-ul-Wida (India)

Merry-Go-Round Day [also 5.17]

Mugwort Day (French Republic)

National African American Hepatitis C Action Day

National Campus Press Freedom Day (Philippines)

National Carousel Day

National Clay Day

National Day of Galicia (Spain)

National Hire a Veteran Day

National Houston Day

National Schizophrenia Awareness Day (UK)

National Video Game Team Day

Occupation Day (Puerto Rico)

Rain of Black Worms Day (Romania)

Red Shoe Day

Republic Day (Tunisia)

Rosiland Franklin Day

Santiago Apóstol (Spain)

Test-Tube Baby Day

Thread the Needle Day

Traditional Palestinian Dress Day

World Drowning Prevention Day (UN)

World Embryologist Day

World IVF Day

World Youth Days 2023 begins (Lisbon, Portugal; Roman Catholic; until 7.31) [Varies; @Every 3 Years]

Food & Drink Celebrations

Candles on a Cake Day

Culinarian’s Day

Frozen Fruit Freeze Day

Indie Beer Day (Australia)

National Hot Fudge Sundae Day

National Wine and Cheese Day

4th Tuesday in July

Waterton-Glacier Science & History Day [4th Tuesday]

Independence Days

Abode of Heaven (Declared; 2018) [unrecognized]

Andany (Declared; 2017; Dissolved Sep. 2018) [unrecognized]

Commonwealth Constitution Day (Puerto Rico)

Rathunis (Declared; 2011) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Anne (Eastern Christianity)

Christopher (Western Christianity)

Cucuphas (a.k.a. Cueufas, Cougat; Christian; Saint)

Feast of Formation of Saint Ann (Mother of the Virgin Mary; Byzantine Rite)

Furrinalia (Old Roman Goddess of Springs)

Glodesind (Christian; Saint)

Holbein (Positivist; Saint)

Hot Fudge Sundae Day (Pastafarian)

Ilyap'a Festival (Inca thunder god)

James the Great (Western Christianity)

John I Agnus (Christian; Saint)

Julian of Le Mans (Christian; Translation)

Magnerich of Trier (Christian; Saint)

Maxfield Parrish (Artology)

National Baha’i Day (Jamaica)

Nissen, Abbot of Mountgarret, Ireland (Christian; Saint)

Paul (Christian; Martyr)

Shylock Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Slippery Slim (Muppetism)

Thea and Valentina (Christian; Virgins)

Thomas Eakins (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

The Adventures of André & Wally B. (Pixar Cartoon; 1984)

Air Force One (Film; 1997)

Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (Film; 2008)

Armor Wars (Film; 2025)

Back in Black, by AC/DC (Album; 1980)

Batman: The Killing Joke (Animated Film; 2016)

Broken Quest (Animated tV Series; 2013)

Caddyshack (Film; 1980)

China Grove, by the Doobie Brothers (Song; 1973)

A Chorus Line (Broadway Musical; 1975)

Drinking Buddies (Film; 2013)

Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)

Fame, by David Bowie (Song; 1975)

First Lensman, by E.E. "Doc" Smith (Novel; 1950) [Lensman #2]

Good Burger (Film; 1997)

Hemingway’s Adventures of a Young Man (Film; 1962)

Justice League: Warworld (WB Animated Film; 2023)

Kill ‘Em All, by Metallica (Album; 1983)

Lara Croft Tom Raider: The Cradle of Life (Film; 2003)

Last Train to Clarksville, recorded by The Monks (Song; 1966)

Lego Scooby-Doo! Blowout Beach Bash (WB Animated Film; 2017)

Lucy (Film; 2014)

Maximum Overdrive (Film; 1986)

Paul’s Boutique, by The Beastie Boys (Album; 1989)

Porky’s Spring Planting (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Ruby Sparks (Film; 2012)

Seabiscuit (Film; 2003)

Step Brothers (Film; 2008)

The Tree’s Knees (WB LT Cartoon; 1931)

X-Files: I Want to Believe (Film; 2008)

Yes, by Yes (Album; 1969)

You Can’t Hurry Love, by The Supremes (Song; 1966)

Today’s Name Days

Jakob, Jakobus, Thea, Thomas, Valentina (Austria)

Ana, Yana (Bulgaria)

Beata, Jakov, Krsto, Valentina (Croatia)

Jakub (Czech Republic)

Jacobus (Denmark)

Jaagup, Jaak, Jaako, Jaap, Jako, Jakob, Jass (Estonia)

Jaakko, Jaakob, Jaakoppi, Jimi (Finland)

Jacques, Valentine (France)

Jakob, Valentine (Germany)

Anna (Greece)

Jakab, Kristóf (Hungary)

Cristoforo, Giacomo (Italy)

Jēkabs, Marika (Latvia)

Aušrinė, Jokūbas, Kristupas (Lithuania)

Jack, Jakob, Jim (Norway)

Jakub, Krzysztof, Nieznamir, Sławosz, Walentyna (Poland)

Jakub (Slovakia)

Jaime, Santiago (Spain)

Jakob (Sweden)

Jac, Jack, Jacki, Jackie, Jackson, Jacky, Jacques, Jimmie (Universal)

Coby, Colby, Diego, Israel, Jacob, Jacoby, Jack, Jackie, Jackson, Jaclyn, Jacqueline, Jacquelyn, Jacques, Jaime, Jake, Jakob, James, Jameson, Jamie, Jaquan, Jaqueline, Jaxon, Jaxson, Jim, Jimena, Jimmie, Jimmy, Kobe, Koby, Kolby, Santiago (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 206 of 2024; 159 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 30 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 6 (Ji-Wei), Day 8 (Jia-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 7 Av 5783

Islamic: 7 Muharram 1445

J Cal: 26 Lux; Fiveday [26 of 30]

Julian: 12 July 2023

Moon: 50%: 1st Quarter

Positivist: 10 Dante (8th Month) [Holbein]

Runic Half Month: Ur (Primal Strength) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 35 of 94)

Zodiac: Leo (Day 4 of 31)

#calendar #Holidays

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