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rebel!ellie x preachers!daughter!reader

✞ summary : you, the preacher’s daughter, falls for the school’s rebellious out lesbian. shame, faith, and first love collide in a slow-burning secret romance that threatens to ruin everything - unless you’re brave enough to choose it.

chapel heat

✞ cw : smut, oral f!receiving, praise/degradation mix, fingering in religious setting, fem!reader, religious guilt, internalised homophobia, emotional breakdown, swearing, drug use.

✞ wk : 1,200

✞ 1 > 2 > 3

it wasn’t supposed to happen again.

you told yourself that after the first kiss, that it was a moment of weakness. a lapse. something you could sweep beneath the altar of your shame and cover in prayer. that if you repented hard enough, if you fasted long enough, if you cried behind enough chapel doors, it would go away.

but ellie didn’t go away.

she didn’t avoid you. she didn’t apologise. she just acted like nothing had changed, like kissing you was inevitable.

and worse - you didn’t tell her to stop.

it starts again in secret.

not planned. not discussed.

just… happens.

the first time after the kiss is in the back stairwell, lights flickering above like they’re about to give up. you’ve just come from a group prayer circle and she’s skipping detention, and when you round the corner she’s just standing there, watching you like she knew you’d come.

“shouldn’t you be with your bible study bitches?” she asks, voice low, teasing.

you bite your lip. hard. “shouldn’t you be suspended?”

her eyes trail down your body. “you always this mouthy, or just when you’re wet?”

you shove her against the wall. you don’t mean to. it’s just…something snaps. the frustration, the guilt, the weeks of wanting and pretending not to want, it all hits you in a hot rush and your hands are fists in her hoodie before you even realise what you’re doing.

ellie laughs. not a big one. a low, breathy thing. close enough you can feel the heat of her mouth.

then she kisses you like it’s punishment.

tongue, teeth, groaning into your mouth when you gasp. her hands snake beneath your uniform, grabbing your ass over your tights like she owns it.

“you gonna tell god about this?” she pants into your neck. “tell him how i make you moan like a little whore?”

you slap her. just barely. a weak, open-palmed hit to her shoulder.

she grins.

“didn’t think so.”

the make outs don’t have rules, exactly, but they have rhythm.

ellie finds you when you’re most ashamed of yourself. when you’ve prayed too long and felt nothing. when you’ve stared at girls’ lips too long in the locker room. when you’ve broken down crying in the confessional just to hear father matthews say you’re still redeemable.

that’s when she kisses you.

it happens behind locked chapel doors. behind bleachers. in bathroom stalls. one time in the art room, her sketchbook open beside you, her lips on yours while you trembled on a desk and sobbed that you hated her.

she just whispered, “i know,” and kissed your throat.

but it’s the chapel where it breaks.

where it really breaks.

you go there one night after your father calls. you’re already shaking when you hang up. he’d found something - some old drawing of yours tucked in a prayer journal at home. a girl’s name scribbled beside it. you’d written, “what if i never stop wanting this?”

he didn’t yell. that’s what made it worse. he just sighed and asked if you were “letting the enemy in.”

you don’t cry until you’re kneeling in the front pew, face hidden in your arms, nails digging into your palms.

and then she’s there.

you don’t even hear her come in.

she crouches beside you, hair a mess, sleeves rolled, paint still on her hands. she smells like weed and lavender and some citrusy hand soap. and something about her being here, in this place, feels like a sin so big it could crack the stained glass.

you sniff. wipe your face. “what do you want?”

ellie doesn’t answer.

just tilts her head. “you praying for me?”

you let out a bitter laugh. “no point.”

there’s a silence. heavy. thick with everything unsaid.

then, quietly, “you looked like you were breaking.”

“i am,” you whisper. “every day.”

she exhales. “yeah. i know that feeling.”

you turn toward her, and she’s already watching you. serious, now. not teasing. not smug. just…looking.

like she sees something soft in you that no one else has earned.

and you don’t think.

you just say it.

“i think i want you to ruin me.”

ellie flinches. just a little. just enough.

then she licks her lips. “you sure?”

no.

yes.

you nod.

ellie leads you to the front of the chapel, to the very altar where your father once stood to preach to your class. she doesn’t laugh. she doesn’t mock you. she looks at you like you’re something to be handled carefully, but also like she’s going to take her time destroying you.

she peels your cardigan off first, slow, fingers brushing over your throat where your cross necklace lies.

“you wanna take this off?” she murmurs.

you hesitate.

“no,” you say.

ellie nods. “okay.”

then her lips are on your neck. your collarbone. the hollow of your throat.

you gasp as her hands push up your skirt, her fingers finding the soaked cotton between your legs.

“jesus,” she whispers. “you really want me that bad?”

you nod, shame flooding you.

ellie smirks. “good.”

she sinks to her knees.

she doesn’t tease. doesn’t drag it out.

she hooks your underwear to the side and presses her mouth to you like she’s trying to pull something out of you, like she’s not here to make you come, she’s here to prove that you do.

you’re already shaking when she slips a finger inside you.

you cry out when she adds a second.

and when you come, gripping the edge of the altar like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered, you say her name like a confession.

ellie kisses the inside of your thigh. “that’s it,” she whispers. “say it again.”

you do.

you say it like prayer.

later, she lays beside you on the floor of the chapel, her hoodie bundled beneath your head, her arm across your waist.

you’re silent for a long time.

then:

“am i still… holy?”

it’s not really a question. but ellie answers anyway.

“i don’t know,” she says. “but i think you’re real now.”

you swallow.

“was i not before?”

she looks at you. not smiling. not smug.

“no,” she says. “you were a ghost in your own body.”

her hand tightens around your waist.

“now you’re mine.”

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noteatingjustfeeling · 2 months ago

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ok see she didn't specifically say straight out that the writers had no creativity she said that there wasn't a lot of DIVERSITY which to be fair there isn't. I've look myself and there isn't much, all she is saying is that it would be nice to have a little more not that there SHOULD be more. And as for your opinion your not really explaining it but instead forcing it on her basically. She already said people were free to use her ideas if they wanted just because sometimes it's hard to find or come up with any. And it seems your statements get taken out of pocket bc YOU take them out of pocket. Jusy sayin...

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 "𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬" 𝐟𝐢𝐜/𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞...

no offense, but it's the same five songs (a.k.a. same plots/reader types) over and over again. like guys - WHERE'S THE CREATIVITY ?! THE FANTASY ?! THE IMAGINATION ?!

like hellooo, there's literally vampires, magic/hoodoo, and a million themes both hidden and not-so-hidden to work with. not to say i'm not loving what i'm seeing right now, don't get it twisted - I am, and y'all are good,,, but I just think we can do more and better😌🙏🏽.

hence why, I present...

a list of some wip's I got goin' for the future, along with my takes on why/how I came up with them😻 !!

but before I begin...

fair warning #1 - you're welcome to be inspired, but plz don't steal, i'm putting so much effort into these, my notes app hasn't been closed not once😭🙏🏽.

fair warning #2 - ikik, most of these are remmick, plz don't come for me✋🏽🥲✋🏽. I was trying to get them all out of my head before I forgot them, I love working with vampire characters, and finally, yes ofc I will be conjuring up some more for bo chow, plenty for stack and smoke, and some for sammie :). I am a multifandom account, after all, I be working on helllllaaaa other things and trying not to forget them all, so cut some slack <3.

fair warning #3 - I mentioned this in my last post, but all of my readers are black/black-coded. obnoxiously so. because, and stay mad about it, but this is for the niggas, strictly for the niggas, like I don't give a FUCK, okay? y'all can request whatever y'all want (within reason, because if I see something weird in my inbox, you're blockt), but when it comes down to prompts like these - where they're made up by me, original thoughts, not asked for, this is my blog and I can post what I want type shit - it always gave black!reader, like it's the norm over here, I shouldn't even have to say it lol.

anyways, onto my wip's /ᐠ^˕^マ !!...

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okayokayokay, I know what I said earlier - "iT's tHe sAmE fIvE sOnGs🙉!!" - but listen... I have yet to see a vamp!reader fic where the reader being turned doesn't happen at the end, and it's vague, and doesn't explore that narrative further.

also, it's always intentional, which I get, yk, but I wanna switch it up, give y'all a taste of it being a complete accident and then further delve into the feelings, effects, experience of reader being turned. ofc, with remmick being there for assistance and emotional support in a rather "morbid-amused-lowkey unwanted by the reader, but they don't got much of a choice rn" sorta way lmfao.

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shoutout to the niggas workin' with brail rn, who's personal documents say "legally blind", who's prescription glasses are THICKKK asf...

I see you😌✊🏽.

was that outta pocket?

my fault, anyways...

my thought process behind this was very adhd, so before you attack me, hear me out lol.

vampires are so cool because one of their abilities is having their senses heightened to an almost unnatural degree - I want a reader who has that same ability, but I don't want them to be a vampire, just super skilled with their senses - how would a reader who's not a vampire have heightened senses? idk,,, what type of humans have heightened senses? - ...blind ppl (💀) have heightened senses cuz they can't see, so they have to rely on the other five to get by (because I believe in sixth senses lol)... crazy connetion, but it's true💀 - LOL imagine remmick and reader going sense for sense fr tho.

mr. I-live-for-the-hunt meets ms. i'm-not-the-one.

shit becomes a "don't breathe" remake rq (without the freaky-deaky stuff towards the end, unless y'all are into that, idk💀✋🏽-).

idk, I see a vibe here, it's getting written fs.

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I think it'd just be really funny to write about bo putting up with this silly, dramatic, type of reader. maybe a charlotte "lottie" la bouff type. spoiled but not rotten, definitely a character fr, and he entertains it because he loves it (won't admit it) and reader (admits and shows it).

reader is all pretty and pink and expressive and all her own, and honestly ?? she doesn't really have to go to visit his shop every single day, but she does because this little girl type crush just won't settle (won't admit it, but definitely shows it).

plus, HELLO, black wealth and excellence, idc if it's not fully accurate for the time, it's called fanfiction for a reason. get with it or get lost, let the girlies be drowned in privilege and in bo chow's love, attention, and care😻✨️🩷.

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vampires exist in this world.

you really think i'm not gonna entertain the possibility of other mythical creatures existing as well?

BOOOO LAME‼️

furthermore,,, you really think i'm not bold enough to apply that possibility to some sinners fanfic? did I not JUST talk about creativity??

oh, you not fuckin' with it???

BOOOOO LAAAAMMMEEE TOMATO TOMATO, I'M THROWING TOMATOES‼️🍊‼️🍊‼️.

anyways, I have nothing to explain this/myself more with other than this little sliver of dialogue, for fear of spoiling the fic idea I have in mind/am working on...

. . .

"Oh, honey..." You trailed, barely strangling back a laugh bubbling deep from within your chest, your voice lined with a sense of pity.

Knowingness.

Hardly any question when you asked, "...D'you really think you were the only monster lurkin' through these woods...?"

. . .

THAT'S IT, that's enough, that's all you're getting, teehee🤭🫵🏽.

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i'm a slut for whimsy (and size kinks), what can I say🤷🏽‍♀️?

also, I think I should HEAVILY lean into the "mischievous" aspects of how pixies/fairies are said to be - LOL just some lil' sparkly-winged, elf-eared, three-apples-tall ass creature/reader wreaking havoc on the kkk and others who do wrong, dirty, and evil, reader doing her best to uplift those who don't have her wings, who can't just fly away from the struggles happening all around, reader providing some fun and magic into little boy's and girl's lives, and-

oh, what's this?

reader spotting remmick absolutely devouring some poor soul who crossed his path and, well, they can't help but be interested and curious. maybe even mess with him a little bit.

cue remmick having to put up with reader's mystical magical nonsense, hating every second, but heaven forbid if something happens to the reader😌🥴✋🏽...

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(my picture limit ruined my aesthetic, y'all😔💔)

remmick x jaded!reader

lmfao ik that sounds wild, but lemme cook✋🏽🥴✋🏽...

reader who - doesn't not care - but it takes a lot to actually phase them/gain a physical reaction. and I mean a LOT.

also, like, they're a freak!! god forbid reader sees something they like, like🙀🙄... (throw back another shot after every like).

idk how i'm gonna pull this off, but I just think it'd be amusingly jarring for remmick to come across a reader who has no fears about his ass being a vampire, nor gives any fucks about his threats on turning them. they've seen and been under much worse circumstances...

"ain't no need for that, the last thing I wanna do is be stuck on this earth for another day😒✋🏽..."

"...I...wha-...y-"

"-if you play nice, though, i'll clean ya' up. you gettin' blood all over my laundry and I don't have time to redo the load."

cue unlikely friendship😻?

remmick is the semi-unruly puppy, and reader is the reluctant owner type beat, because you already know he's coming back, no way he's not😹.

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remmick x fiftiesera!reader

i'm feeling nice, so i'll go ahead and leak the title i'm gonna use😌...

. . .

" 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧' 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 "

. . .

to sum up what i've got in the oven...

religious themes/god complex/kink(?) - vampire turning ofc😌 - smut (have I mentioned that some of these prompts do include smut?? well, they do lmao) - do you have issues with your parents? reallllyy don't like them?? this fic will potentially heal some of that for you idk lol - the second out of two of my readers who are gonna be a little... naive... but it's fine, most of my readers so far have been pretty, "i'm not with that bullshit" types. we need ✨️balance✨️.

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remmick x heavyflow!reader

I won't lie, I saw a tumblr post on here that fully inspired what I have in mind...

so thanks to them, everybody thank this user lol. all I plan on doing is fleshing out this prompt into a full blown imagine, like deadass.

remmick at your door every time he can smell the start of your cycle...

yes bruh, I used my last pic for a meme, god forbid I put humor over visual pleasure, like🙄✋🏽...

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remmick x 2025era!/modern!reader

no idea what i'm gonna do with this, ngl, I just figured that if i'ma do a reader from the 50's, y'all would start screaming at me to do a modern reader, so🥴💀.

i'll take ideas/requests, tho :D !!

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that's a wrap (for now) !!

again, i'm very aware (and not proud) of the fact it's mostly remmick, but like I said, there's plans for sammie, smoke, stack, and bo, so don't get on my case, I just need time to keep brainstorming before I explode lmfao💀😭.

anyways, stay tuned y'all, because these fics are all currently in the works and I will be honest, the more ppl confirm they're rocking with these prompts and looking forward to them, the more likely/confident i'll be with actually getting them done and done well :).

byeeee, i'll be back in another millenia😻‼️✨️.

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