You'd think Vox would get caught out for his Alastor fetish by him exclusively fucking deer sinners or whores with red hair but no he's just REALLY into southern accents and it takes forever for anyone to actually connect those dots
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โ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ช๐ถ ๐ก๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ช๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐๐จ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ณ๐ข๐ซ ๐ด๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ฑโ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฑ, ๐ฉ๐๐ถ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค ๐ซ๐ข๐ต๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ฒโ - @mothercain
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i love southern gothic music cause the people who make it either look like this or this
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๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฌ๐น๐ท๐ฌ๐ต๐ป & ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐พ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐บ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ป. ๐ || @vuulpecula whispered,ย โย return to the church at sundown.ย โ || selectively accepting.
They got him working to the bone. Something about how the sermons alone don't fix the community-- when there's something needing to be done and the preacher has a day where he ain't doing nothing, of course. When everything fine and the gossip is ripe, a Sunday is worth its weight in gold. He suspects it's penance for the sin of his presence, invading this little backwater town like a foretoldย plague. A lone, singular plague in the shape of clerical collars and cigarette smoke.
Someday soon, theyโll know that if God has a mouth, itโs covered in bilgewater and locusts.
Today he's been voluntold to fix up the deli on the corner of Main and Fifth, and while he'd rather continue to carve sigils in the basalt of the church basement, Khan supposes he can offer himself to the daylight every so often.
Doesn't matter when the clouds don't part, because Fox is here too (he'd bought her a sandwich without asking, and a soda to make her stay longer), and that's all the sunlight he needs. Sigil-carving hands are decent for woodworking, at least enough to patch up some of the furniture that had been around since the dawn of time. It's early evening by the time he's finished, Mrs. Hanover trusting them both enough to close shop for the night. In the early evening, when the sun is still high enough in the sky to light the roads, warning that in just a few hours, the stars will be chasing it over the horizon.
Sometimes he's too bold, and always when he's flirting with her, brushing hands, whispering things in her ear-- things a priest ought not do, not when the windows are so dangerously near, nor when the bottom-of-a-bottle rampage in Alexeiโs could rear its hideous head.
ย ย "Sundown?" mirrors with that silk-and-iron voice, how it dips low enough to touch hell, how his eyes darken with a desire comparable to Eve's upon treacherous snake tongues and a forbidden apple. "I will be there.โ
Iโll take you soaring with the angels and gods.
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the allegories bro dont forget about the alleys
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HEY YOU
yea you!!!
Iโm looking for some southern gothic recommendations for my beloved playlist!! Anything that you think fits on here, is welcome to be suggested!
Also, for a quick note-I donโt have Ethel Cain on here despite my love for her, just because I find that she doesnโt fit the specific sound Iโm looking for, I want this to be very much a banjos with dark lyrics sort of vibe you feel?
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โA playlist that feels like wearing an old nightgown and killing the crooked priests that enter that long forsaken building that they call a church, with the devils blood on your handsโ
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I've always found it so twisted and interesting how many christians don't live by anything Jesus ever taught... I know of which I speak. I was raised Southern Baptist unfortunately.
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โป ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐ธ (18+) โป ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐น (18+)
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Warnings: ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐; ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ >.<
๐ต/๐ผ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐, ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
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You had only been there for a damn week.
A week.
Yet you had somehow flourished emotions within the Radio Demon that he had never even slightly experienced before.
The worst part?
You were what the younger generation called a โBimbo Bitchโ.
It didnโt make sense to Alastor as to why you out of everyone alive - and dead - made him feel like a pathetic idiot with a crush. Throughout his life on earth he had hundreds of women at his beck and call, fawning over him due to his celebrity status as one of America's biggest southern radio hosts in the late 1920s. Even in death, dozens upon dozens of women had expressed interest in him, even some of the most elegant of sinners had pursued him, yet he always lacked the interest in the act of courting. Still, he knew there would be a day when he would find the woman of his dreams.
So when he realised that the woman of his dreams was you, he felt disoriented, questioning everything he had come to know. The most beautiful woman he had laid eyes on; the woman who made him desire things he had never yearned for before, was you; a woman who lacked vocal sophistication and wore tight, revealing clothes that could rival half the garments the spider-like porn actor wore.
But despite how pissed off he wanted to be about it, how much he wanted to hate you for bringing these emotions out of him, he just couldnโt force himself to feel any disdain for you. Especially when youโd call for him in that whiny tone that sent pleasant shivers down his spine, the same one that made him want to thrust your face into a mattress as he bred you.
He remembered when you first came into the hotel. He genuinely thought you arrived in your underwear, only for him to find out what crop tops and booty shorts were.
He was appalled to say the least.
But it didn't stop him from appreciating your figure whenever you graced him with your presence.
And yet again he found you, wearing a skimpy little outfit of a crop top and one of those silly little skirts of yours, all whilst sitting sideways on his chair in the lobby of the hotel. Your knees pressed up against your breasts; squishing them so hard that the fat of your chest was begging to pop out of the flimsy revealing top as you reached towards your pointed feet with a small brush.
It was difficult for Alastor to repress the groan that begged to leave his throat as his eyes peeked a glance at your underwear; red. Red and skimpy. He could feel himself throb just by looking at you. โGood evening my darling!โ He decided to appear from the shadows behind his chair you were situated on before leaning over it to admire you inspect what you were doing. โWhat are you doing, my dear?โ He asked you with a delighted tone that he found himself reserving purely for you.
He watched you pause as you heard his voice, redirecting your attention on him as you rested your legs back onto the arm chair, giving your chest some air to breathe. โHey Al!โ You beamed with a sharp toothed grin that made Alastors undead heart skip a beat. โIโm painting my nails, you want me to do your claws? I have like ten different colours! OH! We should so paint yours pink! Youโd look so good!โย
He chuckled at the idea of him with pink nails; preposterous. He was the Radio Demon, an entity that devoured anyone who crossed him, a being who broadcasted the screams of thousands of souls to millions of listeners all because he enjoyed it; and here was you; a pretty little dame asking him if you could paint his clawsโฆ Pink.
โApologies my darling but that is an activity I prefer not to partake in.โ His toothed smile twitched as your face slowly contorted into one of disappointment.
It definitely didn't make him feel guilty.
โCโmon Al! If you really donโt want pink I guess I could do them black or white to match your theme? Pretty please?โ You pouted, allowing your lips to puff out as your eyes looked skyward to meet his gaze. Alastorโs smile twitched as he felt a heat rise within his lower abdomen from looking at your perfect form. You must be aware on some level what you were doing to him. Right?
Despite the Radio Demon hating the idea of having his claws painted, the idea of disappointing you; the act of refusing you to touch him as you caressed his hands and claws was something he found he hated more.ย
So he gave in.
โI will permit you to paint my claws my darling, but you are to do it in red and you will not relay this event to anyone else. Do you understand?โ His face closed in on yours to the point where you couldnโt see anything but him.
Your eyes glanced down to his hands that rested atop his cane, your eyebrows contorting into confusion. โButโฆ Your claws are already red?โ
Alastorโs smile twitched ever so slightly, to the point where you didnโt even notice.ย
He had hoped you wouldnโt of noticed.
โThen I will permit you to paint them black, ma chรฉrie.โ Immediately you stood up, revealing your smaller structure compared to the seven foot frame the Radio Demon possessed. You grabbed his hands - much to his delight - and he allowed you to drag him over to the opposite side of the chair, guiding him to sit on it. He obliged, allowing you to dictate every move; something he had never permitted anyone else in his entire existence.
Momentarily he closed his red eyes, basking in the warmth your hands emitted into his cold skin, only for him to startle them open when you sat on his lap. His eyes met yours as you smiled smugly, waving the black nail polish in his face.
It wasnโt what he was expecting, to have your soft body flush against his; your clothed core meeting his own, making him melt from the contact. But he was assured that he could live the rest of his existence happy and content if it meant having you slotted in his lap forever.
โOkay, gimme your hand.โ You beamed as you offered your delicate palm to him, waiting for him to concede his hand to you. Hesitantly, he obliged, snaking his fingers against yours, allowing you to grip your soft hand around one of his fingers as you began painting his sharp tipped claws.
As you recoated your brush before tending back to his claws, Alastor felt your core brush against his, making him bite back a moan, keening in a way that had him wishing youโd do it again. Slowly, he outstretched his unoccupied hand towards the curve of your waist as he felt himself harden underneath you.
Although usually a collected and composed man, Alastor was struggling. You had barely begun working on his second claw before his hand finally made contact with your bare waist, making you jump ever so slightly at the contact, accidentally grinding yourself against his now hard member.
Alastor groaned as you stilled against him. He refused to look at you, he wasnโt ready to see what type of expression adorned your face. Would you be repulsed? Or would you be as aroused as him? โAlastor..?โ He heard you mumble; your voice sounding slightly erotic. Would you reciprocate his feelings? Slowly, he rested his head in the comfort of your chest, sighing as he could feel the fast beating of your heart before tightening his grip on you. He couldnโt control himself; not when you fit so perfectly in his lap, not when you were making him feel so stimulated just by moving against his constrained cock. โFuck, Alastor-โ You moaned as he forced you to grind against him as he placed his other hand against the fat of your hips; his claws still wet from the polish.
โSuch a naughty girl.โ He groaned as he leaned back away from your chest, viewing the debauched expression that etched your face, biting your bottom lip as your eyes half lidded. โI was hoping to court you first, but youโre making this so hard.โ He mumbled, slamming you further into his clothed throbbing cock, causing the texture of his trousers to rub against your clit.
Suddenly, he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer until his lips connected with yours. He could hear you panting as you opened your mouth, allowing him to explore the tastes your mouth had to offer him. He felt like he could attain heaven as you showed your want of him. The closest heโd ever get to the place.
As he kissed you, the need to hear you moan had him grinding into you harder, trying to elicit more of those sounds from you. But when you didnโt, he gripped the front of your throat, punctuating his claws into your skin, forcing you to bend backwards as a black tentacle wrapped itself around your waist, preventing you from falling off of Alastorโs lap. He groaned as he watched your skirt ride up your thighs, revealing your drenched red lingerie to him.
Without thought, he ripped the red fabric in two, growling as your cunt glistened before him. Both of his hands pierced into the chunk of your thighs, causing you to whimper as he dragged your sex into his face. The position forced your posture upside down, making all the blood rush to your head as Alastor finally smashed his face into your puffy cunt, penetrating his fat tongue inside you. You moans vibrated off the walls of the parlour room, and you had completely forgotten where you were and what you were doing before this as Alastorโs mouth seemed to cover the entirety of your sex. His tongue thrusting in and out of you whilst the top of his mouth simulated a suction like sensation, stimulating your clit in the process.
His ears twitched with every moan, every cry of his name that left your wet lips, and every squelch that your cunt produced. He never thought this could taste so good. He had eaten many people throughout his life, being a cannibal and all, but not once had he eaten someone in such a way, and he couldnโt deny that this was his new favourite dish; the juices of your cunt.
As your legs began to press against the sides of his head, he could feel the tremors that passed through your plumped thighs, and with how your moans kept increasing in volume, it was obvious to Alastor you were nearing orgasm. It had him feeling heated; your whole lower half crushing his head, almost preventing him from breathing as he ate you out. But oh did he find it incredibly erotic. He couldnโt prevent the build up of his own orgasm as he kept drinking the essence of your cunt.ย
Once he heard you basically scream in pleasure, your sex convulsing around his tongue, and your clit throbbing against his teeth, he allowed himself to ejaculate within the confines of his pants, his cock pulsed with every splat that left his tip. He moaned into you, overstimulating you in the process. You tried to pull away, tried to tell Alastor it was too much, but he kept you against his mouth, continuing his ministrations as he rode through his own orgasm.ย
โI swear I heard screaminโ Charlie.โ You and Alastor both froze as you both heard Angelโs voice in the distance. Panicking, you tried to tear yourself from Alastor and the tentacle wrapped around your torso with more force; but he didnโt let you move. You silently screamed his name through your teeth, anxiety building up as you dreaded the thought of someone catching you with the Radio Demon of all people.ย
Abruptly, you felt Alastor retract from you as your back hit against silked covers. Confused, you took in your surroundings, your anxiety vanishing as you realised you were in a different room from the parlour. But it was a room you didnโt recognise.
โSuch a silly girl.โ Alastor spoke up, still in between your legs as his fingers stroked the skin of your thighs, his eyes connecting with yours. โDid you honestly believe Iโd let anyone else witness you in such a state?โ He watched you whine as you took in his now undressed form; allowing you to witness all the stitching that wrapped around his body, his small tufts of fur that lavished his chest, and his free cock that was covered in cum and was too heavy to point upwards.ย
You couldnโt prevent the moan that left your lips as you concluded that he had cummed from eating you out.ย
โNo,โ He grunted as he pulled your thighs apart before pulling your body down toward him. โThis is for my eyes, and my eyes alone.โ Pushing his phallic organ against your folds, you gasped as Alastor continued. โYou may parade around in such ridiculous little clothing, but this,โ His fingers wrapped around your neck. โIs mine.โ As he finished, he finally forced his thick and heavy cock in the warm and wet walls of your cunt. โFuck.โ Alastor hissed. He never thought sex would feel so consuming, so fulfilling, so pleasurable.ย ย
The pressure of his fingers against your throat began to consolidate as he fucked his fat cock into you, almost preventing you from breathing. Although Alastor wasnโt an experienced man in sex, he was experienced in the resilience of the throat; he knew exactly how much pressure he needed to apply before it restricted oxygen from entering. And oh how did that do things to you.
As he continued to ram himself into you, he lifted your upper half to him, bringing your face to his, allowing his lips to graze yours. โGive me your soul, darling.โ He grunted before initiating a kiss. โGive yourself to me and Iโll give you the seven rings of hell if you please it.โย
You felt the throbbing of your sex begin again as he fucked into you, promising you basically anything you desired as long as you gave your eternal existence to him. The want to be possessed by this man was enveloping you entirely. You didnโt even hesitate before you cried out a passage of yeses. A sharp glow of green screeched throughout the room along with a high pitched shriek as Alastor groaned into your mouth. You could feel stitches that adorned his mouth for barely a second grazing the skin of your lips as he pushed his face into yours; his pace becoming aggressively harder.ย
You jolted with every thrust, allowing yourself to cry out as another orgasm was ripped from you, twice as intense as the one you had barely moments ago when it was his tongue inside you and not his cock. As you whined and cried throughout your euphoric feeling, you began to become limp. Alastor only held you tighter, refusing your warmth to leave his cold dead skin as he began to thrust into you as if you were his precious little fuck toy.
If this deal guaranteed that he would fuck you like this on a regular basis, you werenโt going to complain; especially when he was the best fuck you had ever had the satisfaction of experiencing. Instead of treating you as a form of self pleasure, he seemed to only derive his pleasure from yours. Like he got off on you feeling good.
It only confirmed your thoughts as you felt his cock pulsing inside you; splattering his cum further into you after you came down from your own high.
How the fuck did you end up in this predicament again? You only wanted to paint his damn claws.
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Baptize in Your Thighs
summary: Ellie doesnโt go to church. But when she does, itโs for the preacherโs daughter.
warnings: swearing, SMUT, fingering, oral, daddy kink (SORRY,) lowkey mean!ellie, dom/sub, religious mentions, talks of god, slight mentions of homophobia but hardly, let me know if I missed anything ALSO not proofread per usual sorry canโt be bothered!
an: surprise you dirty little dogs. im also a dirty little dog because what the FUCK is this. what did i just do? anyways time to do my homework now! enjoy you filthy little sluts
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Ellie doesnโt particularly believe in God. She doesnโt read the Bible, she doesnโt pray, and she certainly doesnโt go to church.
Yet, here she is.
The stained glass windows cast a rainbow haze over her skin, the freckles dotting her face twinkle under the glow. People slowly begin to fill in the pews surrounding her and she plays with the mini Bible placed in the wooden pocket of the seat in front of her. She looks out of place, feels out of place. People like her are usually struck by lightning the second they walk through those goddamn wooden doorsโ probably not the best time to use the Lordโs name in vain.
Sheโs gay, sheโs grumpy, sheโs occasionally mean. So, why is she here?
You. The preacherโs sweeter-than-a-peach daughter. Your smile is contagious, your laugh is precious, and Jesus Christโagain, not the best timeโ you have got to be one of the most alluring girls Ellie has ever seen. A floral dress hugs your waist beautifully and stops right above the middle of your supple thighs, tan pantyhose run up your legs and Ellie coughs into her hand when she accidentally makes eye contact with you.
You smile, of course you do. Itโs nothing more than a formality your family forced upon you to keep raking in more church-goersโbecause who wants to attend a church run by an asshole family. Ellie smiles back before looking at her hands splayed across her thighs. She notices the click-clack of your kitten heels as you approach her pew, refusing to look up, she plays with the rip in her jeans.
โIs someone sitting here? With you.โ Your saccharine voice floats through Ellieโs ears and wraps around her eardrum like a vice.
โNo, go ahead.โ She nods toward the open space next to her and you smile before sitting down and sliding closer to her. Your small hands smooth over your dress before you turn to face her, โI havenโt seen you here before. Are you a new member?โ
Ellie has to hold back an eye rollโโmember?โ What is this? A cult?
โJust decided to finally come today. I usually donโt like getting up early on my days off.โ You laugh and smile brightly at her, โIโm the same way. My daddy has to practically kick my door down to get me awake Sunday mornings.โ
Youโve got a sweet little southern accent and Ellie feels herself growing aroused at the innocent aura weaved in every word you speak. She wonders if youโve ever been aroused like this before.
Ellie notices youโre about to speak again before your father walks up onto the stage and begins his sermon. Immediately, your attention is brought to him and she sighs at the loss. The pastor is droning on about sinners and that those who are lost in the darkness should look for the light, Christ.
She doesnโt care. Ellie is much more focused on the fact that your dress has ridden much farther up your thighs due to the fact that youโve crossed your legs. Her eyes trail up and down your pantyhose-covered legs and she shivers, drawing your attention back to her.
โAre you alright?โ
Ellieโs eyes dart to your face, โjust feeling overwhelmed, is all.โ
You nod before pursing your lips and squinting, Ellie panics for a moment, thinking youโve seen straight through her.
โCome with me.โ You stand up in the pew and reach your hand out for Ellie to grab, quickly dragging her through the row and to the front doors of the church.
Your mother stands there, hands on her hips.
โNow, just where do you think youโre going? Your father is not going to be pleased that youโre skipping his sermon.โ A whine escapes your lips and you tug on Ellieโs hand.
โMama, this is Ellie. Sheโs feeling a little overwhelmed. I think the Holy Ghost is reaching out to her! Iโm gonna take her to the house and let her have one of our spare bibles. Youโre the one always saying we should help those that are lost!โ
Your mother curtly nods at you before turning to face Ellie, โwell, Miss. Ellie. Youโre in good hands! I hope my daughter helps you work through your feelings. Itโll only lead to a healthier relationship with Christ.โ
Ellie smiles and thanks her, in her head sheโs rolling her eyes and telling your mom to fuck off. If anything, youโre the one in good hands. Ellie wants nothing more than to coax another whine from your plump, glossy lips.
Your hand is grasped in Ellieโs while you drag her across the dirt-filled church parking lot and into an old Victorian style home about a yard away from the side of the church. A couple cats sunbathe on the front porch and you happily greet them as you drag Ellie up the stairs and into your house.
It smells really nice. Itโs creepy as fuck, though. The only thing she can really focus on are the abundance of crosses littering the walls. Who needs that many crosses? Do you beat intruders with them? Do they keep the demons away? Ellie shudders when she realizes that sheโs probably the very thing they want casted out of her house.
โWe can head up to my room, Iโve got a couple bibles there. You can have one, if youโd like!โ Thereโs that sweet little voice again.
You pull her up the stairs and quickly lead her to your room. Itโs exactly what Ellie expected. Pink toile wallpaper, a precious white bed frame, and a fluffy white comforter topped with way too many decorative pillows. A Bible lay open atop your bed, colorful markings and annotations scatter across the pages.
โSorry! Sโa bit of a mess, I donโt usually have people in my room. Mama and daddy donโt like it.โ
Your mom and dad wonโt like what Ellie is thinking about doing, either.
The two of you sit criss-cross on the bed and your nimble fingers quickly reach out to grasp at your Bible, โso, today my daddyโs sermon was meant to be about temptation. We can start there.โ
How ironic. Temptation.
โHow do you keep from giving into it? Temptation, that is?โ Ellie leans in to be closer to your body, you look at her with wide eyes.
โI justโI usually just pray.โ
Ellie smirks, โyeah? Does that make it go away?โ
You push a stray strand of hair behind your ear and frown slightly, confused.
โMake what go away?โ
God, you look so innocent like this. Big doe eyes staring up into Ellieโs, your legs crossed out in front of you. Itโs sinful.
โThose butterflies you get in your tummy. The ones that make you feel funny.โ Sheโs trying to dance around the topic of general horniness rather than just straight up asking if you touch yourself. Speaking to you about this is difficult, youโre a butterfly on a stray flower, and if Ellie jumps in too quickly, sheโll startle you and run you off.
โIโI donโt know what you mean.โ Youโre wiggling under her intense stare and a soft blush begins to bloom over the apples of your cheeks.
โSweetheart, I think you do. Tell me what you do when you get that feeling.โ Ellie leans in much closer to you, her minty breath fans over your face and she doesnโt miss the part when you clench your soft thighs together.
โHebrews 13:4.โ Ellie scoffs and swats at your knee, โthatโs not what Iโm asking you.โ
You squeeze your eyes shut and huff out a breath, โEllie. Iโm trying to help you here. You wanna know what I do? I read the Bible and pray that God will rid me of those sinful feelings.โ
And then Ellie is leaning closer, both her hands resting on your thighs, โare you going to pray right now? Ask God to get rid of that wet feeling in your panties? Ask him to smite me where I stand, hm?โ
A bright red blush spans across your cheeks and you canโt bear to look at Ellie. She tuts, โlook at me, angel.โ
Itโs ironic that sheโs calling you angel when you feel like the complete opposite. The feeling of your cotton panties sliding against your sticky folds is enough to make you feel like the spawn of Satan himself. And to feel this way about a woman? You donโt even want to think about the repercussions of that.
โI touch myself. At nightโafter theyโre asleep.โ Ellie grins and squeezes your flesh between her fingers, โyouโre a bad girl. What else do you do?โ
A whine escapes your lips while you shove at Ellieโs calloused hands, โI canโt.โ
Her face drops and she moves a hand up to squeeze your jaw in between her fingers, โyou can. Tell meโbetter yet, why donโt you show me, angel?โ
A gasp slides out of your mouth and your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, โIโwhat! No! Ellie, I canโt do that. I wonโt.โ
Her unoccupied hand slowly trails toward the hem of your dress, โI thought you were supposed to be a good girl? Sweet little pastorโs daughter canโt follow simple instructions?โ
You whimper, โMโa good girl.โ
โThen act like one.โ
Her hand releases your jaw and she smirks when she watches you inch backward on your bed until youโre resting against the headboard. Your legs are crossed in front of you and Ellie gives you a moment to uncross them before she grabs your ankles to spread your legs.
โGo on, then.โ
Your fingers slowly raise the hem of your dress until it pools around your tummy and Ellie sucks in a breath when she sees your flowery pink panties underneath your pantyhose. One hand travels underneath the elastic of your underwear and a soft whimper leaves your parted lips when the pad of your fingertip ghosts over your clit.
Ellie canโt see your pussy through your undergarments but she can clearly make out the little wet spot growing between your legs. She watches while your finger swirls in a circular motion under your panties and feels her own growing damper when you let out a soft moan.
โMore, sweet girl. I know you can.โ Ellie is leaning back on her hands while she watches your hand speed up, you choke out a pathetic whine while looking at her, โcanโt, Ellie!โ
A deep frown settles across Ellieโs face after your outward denial, โfucking pathetic. Do I have to do it for you? Hm? Is that what you want?โ
Your hand slides out from under your panties and you shimmy down on the bed and spread your legs to be bent on either side of her body.
โDoes your daddy know how much of a filthy little slut you are?โ Sheโs crawling up the bed until sheโs sitting on her knees in front of you, one arm on either side of your head. You whimper and jut your hips out toward her.
A simple phrase passes through her lips, one that has you sucking in a breath and squeezing your eyes shut, โbeg.โ
โPlease.โ Itโs a pathetic attempt at begging, but you were raised to always be polite, at least you said please.
She leans forward on her hands and quickly moves one of her legs forward to shove straight into your core, grinding roughly onto your puffy clit.
You let out a soft moan and clutch onto her bicep, โI said fucking beg. I wanna hear you pray for me like the good little church girl you are.โ
She surges forward and immediately presses her lips onto yours in a messy kiss. Her lips are soft yet chapped, a clear juxtaposition to the supple, cherry-flavored skin of your pouty lips. Ellie doesnโt even give you a chance to deny her tongue before sheโs prying your mouth open with her lips, immediately sliding the wet muscle into your awaiting mouth. The harshness of her jeans continually ruts into your clit and she doesnโt plan on giving you any more until she hears that prayer fall from your lips. Fingers are digging into her biceps and she has half a mind to complain when you finally pull back, โplease touch me. Please, please. Iโll be a good girlโfuck. Please.โ
Hearing the naughty word slip from your sweet lips has Ellie chuckling, โatta girl.โ
She immediately sits back on her knees before running her hands up and down your spread thighs, the wet spot on your panties only growing more prominent. Her fingers reach your core and you whimper for the thousandth time, she bunches the material of your pantyhose and rips the fabric apart at the seam, leaving an open hole directly to your underwear.
โEllie!โ She grunts and gives you a sour look before attaching her lips to yours again. Sloppy, wet sounds fill your ears while Ellie kisses you, spit is trailing down your chin and onto the valley of your breasts as Ellie fumbles with the soft material of your panties.
Sliding them to the side, she runs the pad of her pointer finger along your cunt, eliciting a gasp from you. Her finger dances over your folds and circles around your clit a few times before she trails back down to your hole, slowly pressing a finger inside.
โOhโfuck! Ellie, please.โ
She moves to kiss down the column of your throat while she slowly pulls her finger out, pushing it back in again.
โBetter than your tiny fingers, hm, baby?โ You nod and move a hand down to tug at her wrist, โmore.โ
Ellie moves her head away from your neck and scowls, โwhere have your manners gone?โ
Tears are beginning to fill your doe eyes and for a minute Ellie feels bad for having such an attitude with you, but not bad enough to stop.
โPlease. I want more of you.โ Thatโs enough for her it seems, she slides her second finger in knuckle deep moans at the feeling of you digging your nails into her toned arms.
Her fingers quickly move in and out of your pussy, scissoring and twisting inside of you. Youโre moaning, but quietly; Ellie doesnโt like that.
โLet me fucking hear you, sweet girl. Donโt be shy.โ She speeds up the movement of her fingers and soon slides in a third finger, twisting her wrist around to hit you at a different angle. Her other arm moves to lift your leg onto her shoulder and the new angle has you releasing a borderline pornographic moan. Itโs loud, and for a second youโre worried the church across the driveway heard it.
Her thumb repositions to quickly swipe over and circle at your clit. Your toes curl over Ellieโs shoulder and she listens to you squeak and cry out from under her. Teeth sink into your calf resting upon her shoulder and another loud moan slides from your parted lips when you feel Ellie harshly bite down on the skin and slide her tongue across the indention.
She feels you clenching religiously around her fingers and watches in awe as your wetness seeps into the palm of her hand and puddles on your pristine comforter.
โClose, baby?โ
You whine in response and Ellie quickly halts her motions and slides her fingers out, โtoo bad.โ
Your soft eyes full with tears and you slam your head backwards onto the pillow behind you, โfuck! Justโplease, Ellie! Please please pleaseโโ
A harsh slap onto your pussy sends your hips jolting upward and your head flying forward. You whimper from the pain โmโsorry.โ
โRule number one. You only cum when I say you can. Got it, slut?โ She delivers another harsh slap onto your clit and you arch your back in an attempt to be closer to her, โyes.โ
She tuts, โyes, what?โ
A confused look crosses your sweet face and you whine, shuffling your hips downward in hopes of some form of contact, โyes, Ellie?โ
Another slap to your cunt, โahโfuck! Yes! Yes, daddy!โ
She smirks before lifting your other leg to rest on her shoulder, moving down on the bed until her face is settled in between your thighs.
โWhat are you doing?โ You sound genuinely confused, which only confuses Ellie. Certainly you know what head is, right?
โMโgonna eat this pretty little pussy, baby. You want that?โ She can practically hear you gulp. Your head nods and both of your hands slide to rest on top of her head.
Ellie leans in to pull your panties further to the side, pressing a chaste kiss right onto your clit, โoh myโโ you cut yourself off before you can say His name.
She smirks, โsay it.โ
And then sheโs licking a long stripe up the expanse of your cunt, only stopping to suckle at your clit. Her tongue darts around in several circles before she finally fully takes your clit into her mouth and sucks harshly, โoh my God!โ
She smirks into your pussy before moving her hand back up to slide knuckle-deep into your cunt again. Her long fingers piston in and out of your slick core while she hums and sucks on your clit. Fingers are digging into her scalp and yanking at her hair, your heels are digging into her back, and ear-shattering moans are diving out of your mouth.
Ellie does believe in God, because this, this is heaven.
She feels you constricting so hard around her fingers that itโs starting to get difficult to continually fuck in and out of you, her bicep is burning from the amount of effort sheโs putting into getting you there.
โDaddyโfuck, please. Mโso close. Please please please.โ Youโre babbling at this point, and Ellie is pretty sure youโve literally never came before because she didnโt even edge you for that long and youโve already got tears streaming down your round cheeks and onto your neck.
She moans onto your clit before slightly pulling away, โgood girl, you can come.โ
Thatโs all it takes, the vibration of Ellieโs words send shockwaves through your clit and immediately youโre seeing stars, clenching down onto Ellieโs fingers like a vice. She fucks you through it, she doesnโt stop, either.
Her mouth continues to suck on your clit long after youโve come, and her fingers are still buried to the hilt inside of you.
โOh! Pleaseโplease, canโt do more.โ
Her teeth graze over your puffy clit, โyes you fucking can, roll over.โ
She pulls away just long enough for you to roll over onto your tummy, โface down. Gonna have you on your knees praying for me to stop.โ
Your face is mashed into the pillows and Ellie uses her knee to shove your legs further apart, her large hands immediately move to spread your pussy apart and she licks a long stripe from your clit to your tighter hole.
โFucking shit! Fuck fuck fuck!โ The filthy words pass through your lips like nothing, and Ellie almost laughs at the idea of the sweetest girl in the world having such a foul mouth. She moves back down to stuff her tongue into your pussy, sliding the wet muscle in and out, licking and sucking on your folds like a woman starved.
Youโre babbling and sobbing into your pillowcase, begging for literally anything. Ellie keeps her mouth connected to your pussy, but moves both of her hands to grip the globes of your ass and quickly spreads them. One hand stays planted on your ass, the other trails upward until her thumb rests over your tight hole, pressing in slightly before circling around it. She uses her previous spit as lube before slowly sliding her thumb into your ass, leaving it there while she licks on your cunt.
A sob erupts from your lips and immediately youโre rocking back and forth on her face, โgood fucking girl. Use me, baby.โ
Her thumb slides farther into your ass and before you know it, sheโs sliding her other hand to meet it. She presses in her second thumb and you squeal, clenching around her fingers.
With one last lick to your clit, your orgasm hits like a truck. Your juices leak down Ellieโs chin and spurt out onto her cheeks, effectively covering her face with you. Itโs deliciously sweet and Ellie happily laps up everything that drips from your pussy lips, slurping and gurgling like a feral animal.
She pulls away from your cunt and turns her face to the side, rubbing your juices onto her clothed shoulder. Her thumbs stay planted in your ass and she lightly pulls her thumbs apart, spreading you open.
โFuckโfuck. No more. No!โ
Ellie chuckles and decides to remove her fingers. She watches your knees buckle and you drop fully onto your bed, shaking and whimpering, โoh my God. Oh my God.โ
You keep repeating it. Over and over.
โItโs actually Ellie. But, I told you Iโd have you praying for me instead.โ
You grunt into the pillow case and Ellie laughs, moving to rub her hand soothingly up and down the expanse of your back. She presses a kiss between your shoulder blades and helps you slide your shredded pantyhose down your legs along with your underwear.
Your dress is still bunched up around your chest and Ellie rugs the fabric down to cover your ass after pressing a kiss to the plump skin.
Just as she slides your dress fully back down, a knock sounds at your bedroom door, โhoney? Itโs dad. The sermon is over and Iโm heading back to the church for the potluck. Are you coming?โ
Ellie squeezes the flesh of your thighs in warning, โno, daddy. Iโm staying here, donโt feelโah, donโt feel good.โ
Her fingers drift over your puffy lips while she listens to you answer your father outside the door, โokay, honey.โ
His footsteps clank down the stairs and Ellie waits to hear the front door slam before she whispers in your ear, โI donโt think Iโm done with my sermon yet.โ
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Millie brings all of the Moxxies to the yard
"Give me all them Moxxies! I can handle them all!"
"If y'all know what I'm sayin'."
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i loved the adam with a fat!reader ๐ฅน so cute, id love to see lucifer with a reader similar? like maybe shorter like him and a bit on the chubby side ๐
AHHH THATS SO CUTE
imagine youโre like a chef or baker or something, maybe hellborn, maybe a sinner, and you meet him at an event that heโs just required to go to, so heโs staying by the catering tables and just busying himself with food so he doesnโt have to talk to anyone
โi know itโs a buffet, darlinโ, but youโre milking my lilโ supply dry.โ and imagine you have the cutest lil accent like maybe itโs southern if youโre hellborn or soft, 50โs movie-type transatlantic if youโre a sinner (i kinda wanna write this now actually so tell me what u preferโฆ)
first heโd look up, just expecting you to be taller than him, but then heโd look down and see you and immediately try to hand his plate back because how could he take your business for granted when youโre standing right in front of his and so sweetโฆ and beautiful โ like heโs not blind, he can see that youโre gorgeous. and if heโs honest the food isnโt good enough to get so many plates, but your restaurant would certainly be popular when youโre the precious little face of it
but he has to stop himself because his thoughts are certainly bordering on rude now, so heโs scrambling to apologize like, โiโm sorry โ i see why your foodโs so popular now, HAHA, youโre gorgeous โ i mean, your food is amazing, butโโ
โbut?โ and then he just shuts up. โno keep going, but what, your majesty?โ and he is fumbling, because he canโt tell you he thinks the food is mediocre when heโs been shoving it down his throat all night, but then you say, โi know itโs not my best; they had me here last minute, frettinโ over twenty trays each of my best dishes, which canโt be the best if theyโre repeated twenty times,โ and even though youโre talking on and on, heโs listening and nodding on and on because because youโre just speaking to him so naturally
โam i talking to much?โ โyes โ i mean, no! i could listen to you talk all night!โ
the rest is literally history, like you tell him to come to your restaurant to see what your cooking is really like, and when he finds out its just a small little restaurant with a couple tables and an old kitchen, heโs amazed because it tastes even better than it did at the event
once he decides to ask you out, and he decides quick, he knows he canโt ask you out to eat, or to an event, or to his house, or to the movies, orโ
โyou wanna get somethinโ to eat sometime?โ and youโre literally asking him before he can even think to ask. โmaybe you could cook for me?โ you suggest slyly and heโs too flustered to say anything so he just nods. โiโll make sure i dress fancy for you then, majesty.โ and this man is MELTING
and if thereโs one thing he learns about you that night its that you are not insecure about anything โ your first conversation of you doubting your cooking skills mightโve made him think otherwise, but now he knows itโs just not the case
and you have no reason to be insecure; about your cooking, about anything โ hell, you look amazing all dolled up just to come to his home for his 8-minute spaghettiโฆ at least he made homemade meatballs. and those were pretty good! you even complimented them, which gave him a very much needed ego boost to get through the night confidently
and when his confidence finally shows, youโre sure heโs what you want, so you donโt bother taking your time with leading up to kisses or anything past that. you take what you want, with permission, and give him what he wants
and he loves it about you, like, youโre so sure of yourself, confident, and carry yourself with so much charm that people just step out of your way, even with your short stature, which he also loves about you โ itโs nice having someone shorter around for once, but heโd definitely shape-shift and let himself be shorter than you for a day or so if you wanted
along those lines, he would give you any and everything you wanted. even if you didnโt ask, heโd give it to you โ heโll get you a new restaurant, new equipment, appliancesโฆ hell, heโll even get you a new apartmentโฆ that is, if you donโt move in with him
and he would ask, a million times heโd ask because he just loves being with you that much. whenever you come over, or he goes to your place, heโs stuck to you. he watches you cook, helps if you let him โ he bakes! he can bake, but of course he finds out you can too, and he insists youโre much better, but you insist that you do it together since this was much less dangerous than letting him rummage through your spice cabinet
if heโs not helping you, heโs hugging you from behind and watching what you do, hands running all over you, feeling the soft plush of your thighs and hips, your stomach, anything youโll let him touch which he kisses your cheeks and neck and shoulders โ literally anything youโll let him do because he just loves listening to your precious laughter as he loves on you, or your sighs when he marks your neck or shoulder
this man LOVES lying with his head on your lap or in between your thighs. literally anything to do with your thighs or resting his head on your stomach, like, heโs fully back in heaven
he also loves you on top of him, straddling him while you comb your fingers through his hair, legs across his lap as you read, cuddled up to him as you watch a movie or sleep, he canโt get enough of you
and donโt get me started on the nsfw likeโฆ head between your legs all fucking day, squeeze his head with your thighs โ like actually do it because he will come undone
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Envy!Reader with the I.M.P
Includes: Envy!Reader, Blitzรธ, Millie, Moxxie, Loona.
You were going through one of your rage fits. Someone from your ring leaked some of your performance secrets to Mammon and he stole your ideas.
You were in your serpentine demon form, thrashing about your ring.
One of your own people betrayed you! Your own ideas, the life you built using those secrets. It pissed you off.
You were about to destroy a building until you saw a giant ad.
โI.M.P, Immediate Murder Professionals.โ
You stopped thrashing and stared at it for a good moment. On the ad was 3 imps and a Hell Hound. The 2 lowest creatures in Hell. What could they even do?
That thought didnโt cross your mind. You just wanted the person dead.
You changed back forms and disappeared into thin air.
Suddenly, you appeared in front of the building you assumed to be the I.M.P building.
You stared at it for a moment.
But your feet started moving for you. You shrunk into your Sinner-like form and opened the door.
โHello? Who is in charge here?โ Your voice resonated through the building. The Hell Hound from the ad didnโt bother to look up at you.
โWho do you want dead?โ She said, tapping away at her phone.
You gave her all the details on the person, showed a picture, and told her why. By the end, she was staring at you with wide eyes.
โLet me ask Blitzรธ.โ She responded, walking away from her desk to a door next to it. She shut it and you heard some yelling and stumbling.
The door slammed open to reveal an Imp with large, curved back horns.
โNice to meet ya! Blitzรธ, the โoโ is silent. You want to kill this little bitch, right?โ He asked, showing the piece of paper you gave to Loona.
โPrecisely. I want her DEAD IMMEDIATELY. I DONT CARE HOW MUCH I NEED TO PAY SHE NEEDS TO BE DEAD.โ As you said the last two words, your body turned larger. You formed half way into your serpentine form.
โHey Blitzรธ, whatโs the- what the HELL?โ A southern voice came from behind you. You shifted back and took a deep breath.
โHey, Mil! Just in time.โ He called, not even acknowledging the fact you almost broke their ceiling.
โMeet our new client! Uhโฆ whatโs your name again?โ โLeviathan. Call me Reader.โ
โThis is our new client Reader- LEVIATHAN?โ A surge of shock ran through the imps and the Hell Hound.
โWeโre working with THE Leviathan?!โ A smaller male voice said.
โYes. How much do you want? 10k? 50k?โ They were shocked at the amount of money you were offering them. They were just as shocked when you put 80k down.
โTake it. Kill that bitch.โ And you bet your ass they were gonna make SURE she was dead.
As they came back, they brought you her head. You were VERY happy.
You even paid them 10k extra for her head.
You put her head on a stake at the front of your performance center.
Anyways. You always came back to them and paid them VERY well.
You even offered to buy them a new place, which they accepted.
You were basically their sugar parentโฆ you gave them anything they asked for.
The I.M.P became your favorite service to use whenever you become irate with someone. They did an awesome job.
You also learned a lot about them.
Blitzรธ adopted Loona when she was near 17, Millie and Moxxie are dating, Blitzรธ is shagging Stolas to get access to the human realm, etc.
You enjoy them and they enjoy you because you pay them so well.
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Master list
Hi guys! I figured it was time to make an archive of all of my works so far. On the list, I've included the requests that I am currently working on as well, indicated by the 'in progress' next to them in bold.\
This thing is constantly getting updated, so i definitely recommend coming back every now and again to see what's new!
edit: general does not mean that its not romantic, if it's a character x reader its automatically shipping whether its pre relationship or an established relationship, if its a 'with (insert)!reader' its platonic. Alastor is the exception, I write him with a sort of platonic life partner in mind.
I hope you enjoy your reading!
Alastor
General Headcanons x g/n reader
Alastor x doe!reader (Headcanons, General) | Part 1
Alastor x doe!reader (Headcanons, Fluff) | Part 2
Alastor x stronger reader (Headcanons, General)
Alastor x son of Zeus m!reader(Headcanons, General)
Charlie
Charlie x son of Zeus m!reader(Headcanons, General)
Angel Dust
Angel Dust x Husk x fem!reader (Headcanons, General, Fluff)
Angel Dust x reader (Headcanons, General, Fluff, Angst, NSFW) | Part 1
Angel Dust x reader (Headcanons, General, Fluff, Angst, NSFW) | Part 2 [in progress]
Husk
Angel Dust x Husk x fem!reader (Headcanons, General, Fluff)
Husk x reader (Drabble, Fluff, "Catching Feelings")
Sir Pentious
Sir Pentious x reader (Headcanons, Fluff, NSFW) | Part 1
Sir Pentious x reader (Headcanons, Fluff, NSFW) | Part 2 [in progress]
Sir Pentious x fem!reader (Headcanons, Fluff)
Vox
Vox x obedient assistant!reader whoโs hypnosis immune (Headcanons, Fluff)
workaholic!Vox x workaholic nb!reader (Headcanon+Drabble, Fluff)
Falling Asleep On His Shoulder | Vox x nocturnal Overlord m!reader (Drabble, Fluff)
Vox x Overlord of possession!reader (Headcanons, General)
Vox x death!reader (Headcanons, General)
Valentino
Valentino w/ a wife!s/o (Headcanons, Fluff) | Part 1
Valentino w/ a wife!s/o (Headcanons, Fluff) | Part 2
Velvette
Meet Cute Gone Wrong (Drabble, General)
Velvette x autistic m!reader (Headcanons, General)
Velvette x reader who's Carmilla's youngest daughter (Headcanon+Drabble, General, Fluff, Angst) | Part 1
Velvette x reader who's Carmilla's youngest daughter (Drabble, General, Fluff, Angst) | Part 2
Velvette x fem!reader smut(Drabble, NSFW, Smut)
Velvette x sycophantic assistant fem!reader (Headcanons, general)
Velvette x fem!reader who had an abusive ex (Drabble, Angst, Fluff) [in progress]
Carmilla
Carmilla x fem!reader smut (Drabble, NSFW, Smut, Fluff)
Carmilla x injured during extermination day fem!reader (Fic, Angst, Fluff)
Carmilla x wife!reader (Drabble, Fluff)
Carmilla x imp m!reader (Headcanons, Angst)
Carmilla x fem!reader who had an abusive ex (Drabble, Angst, Fluff) [in progress]
Lucifer
Lucifer x sad!reader (Headcanons, Fluff)
Lucifer x deaf!reader (Headcanon+Drabble, Fluff)
Lucifer x shorter m! reader (Headcanons, General)
Lucifer x reader slowburn (Headcanons, Fluff)
Lucifer x son of Zeus m!reader (Headcanons, General)
Lucifer x southern!reader (Headcanons, Fluff)
Cherri Bomb
Softness In Unexpected Places (Drabble, Fluff)
Rosie
Softness In Unexpected Places (Drabble, Fluff)
Rosie x imp m!reader (Headcanons, General)
Rosie x fem!reader smut (Drabble, NSFW, Smut)
Zestial
Zestial x reader (Headcanons, General)
Zestial x wife!reader (Drabble, Fluff)
Zestial x fem!reader smut (Headcanons+Drabble, NSFW)
Adam
Jealous!Adam x reader (Headcanons, General)
Adam x seraphim fem!reader (Drabble, Fluff(simping))
Adam x injured exorcist!reader (Headcanons, Angst)
injured!Adam x sinner!reader (Headcanons+Drabble, Angst, Fluff)
Adam x 19th century angel!reader (Headcanons, General) [in progress]
Lute
Lute x son of Zeus m!reader (Headcanons, General)
Sera
Sera x reader (Headcanons, Fluff, NSFW)
Sera x reader (Headcanons, Fluff) [in progress]
General (nonromantic)
Hotel staff/residents with seraphim child!reader (Fic, Plotcentric, Nonromantic, General)
Husk with teenager at his bar (Drabble, Nonromantic, General)
Will add more charters as I write for them, if you donโt see something you like feel free to send in a request!
Edit: this is an old Masterlist, please see blog navigation for new list -wasabi
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Shadow Company and Phillip Graves headcanons
Phillip Graves is afraid of large insects. Has hated them his entire life. Makes his Shadows kill them whenever one enters the base.
Graves takes the Shadows to his big, expensive ranch for Christmas, Hannukah or whatever else they celebrate if they can't get home for Christmas, if they're not welcome, or they don't have anywhere to go.
Graves teaches the Shadows how to cook on a grill or to change tires- whatever their fathers may not have taught them.
Graves (under one of the Shadows' cars.): "Yeah, kid, this baby needs an oil change and your tires are gettin' a little low. I'll change it for you. Get me my tools, yeah?"
Adding to that, he plays football with his boys on summer and fall days that they have off.
In professional football season, he pretends not to see his Shadows listening to the games on radio, and sometimes will watch over their shoulders if they're on leave and the game is on. Avid user of swearing during bad plays.
Hates Ghost. Thinks his mask is stupid.
Very heavy sleeper. Snores loud enough to be heard outside of his door.
Can't handle spice.
Horrific Spanish. His Shadows with Mexican or general Hispanic roots try to help him but he still pronounces things horribly wrong. It makes them cringe and give up.
Incredibly Southern. Says things like "you're sweatin' like a sinner in church, you alright?" Or "bless your heart."
Graves probably owns three different aprons. Has one that says "kiss the cook" and once when everyone was really drunk, a couple of the Shadows gave him kisses on the cheek as he gave them food. He thinks about it every night before bed.
Thinks he's the scary one. Sometimes he is. But mostly his gigantic Shadows that stand behind him whenever he goes to meet with a client.
Has a little stash of candy he'll sometimes give to a Shadow who's having a bad day, telling that Shadow that it's from one of the staff on base.
Graves has bad experiences with commandeering commanding officers, so when they're not around other people, the Shadows either call him Graves or Phil.
Graves is spectacular at beerpong. Can beat every single Shadow in the Company.
If you'd like more, I have more!!
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