𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

0 | I

Hey, welcome ! Just a few warnings:

Reader has a GIGANTIC praise kink, like it's actually huge. She also needs to work on her self-esteem. She's shy, she stutters, but she's not dumb, and like all of us, she trying her best <3 She's not a Mary Sue, please appreciate her as much as I do.

Reader is the annoyingly naive and dense type (to feed into the corruption kink tbh), so if this trope bothers you or annoys you, I suggest you read something else.

Reader uses she/her pronouns and identifies as a girl. She's also cis.

100% poc friendly <3

!!TRIGGER WARNING!!
The following themes will be included:

Sex/blasphemy/dubious consent/ BDSM undertones/death (of minor characters)/vampires/uh father kink ???? Don't act surprised when you see it ‼️

Coercion/manipulation/very toxic people/very toxic relationships/it gets better, I think/huge praise kink/huge degrading kink/reader prob has daddy issues/size kink/hella dirty talk/dumbification/DARK THEMES

Contains a bit of stalking ?? Yandere themes ig??

Also so much secondhand embarrassment. So much. Of it. I'm sorry.

This is not a soft story.

You have been warned.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ You had desperately tried to stay away from the church of the town you'd just moved in - afraid of one of the priest, Father Fushiguro, however, it seemed that he'd always find you.

What you did not expect, however, is for three other men to find themselves interested in you, as well.

★・・・★

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER — I
part zero

YOU LOOKED outside, it was June 16th and the sun was shining brightly. The landscape was full of fields filled with beautiful looking flowers and various wheat, the air smelled fresh and you could see the sea. It was sparkling and fresh and full of hope—just like you were.

You sat straighter in your seat, your mother was softly singing along to whatever was playing in the radio and your dad was focused on driving, however, you noticed the smallest hints of a small on his face.

You were moving into a new town on the outskirts of Ushinawareta. Your father had decided it would be a great idea to see a new scenery, after the tragic death of your grandma and your aunt, two months ago.

Ushinawareta was a small but nice town, full of nice people, and not too far from Tokyo, your father had told you.

Your mother had been the most affected, having lost her sister and her mother in one night. The cause of death had always been ambiguous—if you're honest, you really didn't know what had happened. It was an extremely touchy subject.

However, the prospect of a new life filled you with excitement. You heart felt warm, just like this hot summer day. Everything was going well and everything should've been going even better.

Thinking about the past, when you were happy, actually hurts more than looking at your current situation.