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Ernst Toller x Reader (Witch)- Sweet Halloween (Contains smut)

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Fandom: First Reformed Pairing: Ernst Toller x Witch!Reader Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mention of inner conflict, Pastor x Witch, Explicit Sexual Content, Slight Bondage: Ernst is tied down, Reader on top. The prompt:

Tags: @ethanhawkelover01 Witch’s Night

The dimly lit living room felt suffocating as Ernst Toller sat alone on Halloween evening. The candy bowl rested on his lap, a weighty reminder of the children who would come knocking. It felt wrong to open it, but how could he keep his door closed for the children he wanted to bring into his church? He needed to be seen as someone charitable, as someone kind, and trustworthy. Perhaps then he could save the dwindling numbers of people actually attending his services.

The doorbell rang, jolting him out of his miserable thoughts. How to solve the issue of the dwindling numbers of his flock? How to return his faith in God? He put on a cheerful face as he opened the door, handing out candy to the children dressed in their costumes. But as soon as the door closed, his smile faded. Memories of his own son and his failures weighed heavy on him, leaving him feeling hollow inside.

He wished that he could feel worthy. That, for once, he would feel the Lord’s light shine upon him.

The doorbell rang again, and Ernst hesitated. Should he open the door? He reminded himself that Halloween was just a heathen celebration. He thought about Samhain, the ancient pagan festival from which Halloween originated, and how far removed it was from his own beliefs. It only made him feel worse.

His hand hesitated, but ultimately, he decided to let the false smile grace his lips once more. Opening the door, he found another group of costumed children.

“Hi there,” he said, a smile on his lips. “Why, aren’t you looking wonderful.” He handed out candy and complimented the children on their costumes, kneeling down to their height so he could fill their buckets and bags with candy. As he slowly rose again, he watched them leave. And then, behind the departing kids, you appeared.

How long you stood there, he could not say. Only that when he caught sight of you, it took his breath away.

Ernst's eyes trailed down your shape as he took in your appearance. You were undeniably gorgeous. But there was something unsettling about your appearance.

You were dressed as a witch.

Halloween, he had to remind himself. Even adults dress up for Halloween nowadays. It meant nothing, he told himself. Yet, your eyes drew him in, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from you. For a moment, he thought you were the real deal: a sinful creature sent to tempt him.

He knew he should shut the door, but decency begged him not to. He had a reputation to maintain, even if the numbers of his church had been dwindling, even if you probably didn’t know who he was and what he did for a living.

"Excuse me," you said softly, "can I quickly use your bathroom?"

So that was why you had lingered behind, he thought. Of course, the thoughts in his mind had just been silly notions. Just because you were pretty didn’t mean you were here to tempt him.

Ernst hesitated, wary of inviting a stranger into his home—especially one dressed as a witch—but ultimately, he nodded and stepped aside, allowing you inside. "Sure," he said, trying to lighten the mood with a weak joke, "just don't cast any spells in there."

It was clear, though, that he was actually feeling tense. You caught the underlying tone and saw his clothes and the little Christian relics that adorned his walls and lay exposed upon his table.

As you walked past him, the scent of your perfume filled the air, intoxicating and dangerous. Ernst couldn't help but inhale deeply, his body betraying him as he felt a stirring deep within. Impossible. His cock started to stir deep in the confines of his pants, and he gritted his teeth as he tried to deny what he felt. You were like a forbidden temptation, impossible to resist. Why had he allowed you into his house?

Running a hand through his hair, Ernst watched as you disappeared into the bathroom. His heart raced and his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He was a pastor, a man of God. How could he find himself so drawn to a woman dressed as a witch, a symbol of heathenism and sin?

"God forgive me," he whispered, feeling the weight of his desires pressing down on him. You were beautiful, yes, but also much younger than him. He should not even think about it, should not want to crave touching you that way. But fuck, his cock hardened at the thought of having you in his hands. Of having a young thing like you moan and writhe on his cock. His own thoughts shamed him. The age gap only compounded his guilt, and yet it did little to quell the sinful thoughts beginning to invade his mind.

He tried to focus on anything else— the sound of the doorbell ringing in the distance, the wind rustling through the trees outside—but all he could think about was the way your eyes had locked onto his, the sultry curve of your lips, the seductive sway of your hips as you walked past him. And despite his best efforts, the image of your body pressed against his own relentlessly invaded his thoughts.

"Get a hold of yourself," he muttered, clenching his fists at his sides.

The doorbell rang and, swifter than before, he made his way to the door. This time, his smile was real. Handing out candy to the kids was a small reprieve from his unsolicited desires. But that distraction ended way too soon, and before he knew it, Ernst rested his head against the closed door, wishing silently that the bell would ring again.

There was a rustling sound behind him and he slowly turned to see how you emerged from the bathroom, your face flushed and your eyes sparkling with an intensity that made his knees weak.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft and sultry, sending shivers down his spine.

Ernst tried to maintain his composure, to keep some semblance of coldness in his response. "You're welcome." But his voice cracked, betraying his inner turmoil.

He took a step aside, hand on the doorknob, a clear signal that he wanted you to go. But instead of leaving, you stepped closer to him, your gaze never leaving his. Your proximity was intoxicating, and he could feel the heat radiating off your body as you leaned in, your breath warm on his cheek.

"You seem... troubled," you murmured, your hand reaching up to brush against his arm.

The touch sent jolts of electricity coursing through him, and Ernst realized that he couldn't resist you any longer. His eyes widened as he took you in once more. He wished he could have denied it, but the witch’s outfit only added to the sinful desire he felt. As if the devil’s temptation beckoned him and he, once again failing, could not resist. The temptation was too great; the allure of your sinful beauty had ensnared him, breaking down his resolve.

"Damn you," he whispered, as you took his hand and guided him back into his chair, your fingers tracing lines of fire along his skin.

"Is that what you want?" you teased, a wicked gleam in your eyes.

And as you pressed yourself against him, offering your forbidden touch, Ernst couldn't help but surrender to the darkness threatening to consume him. A dangerous and haunting desire had taken hold, and he would no longer deny it. He wanted you, craved your touch. He’d be damned if he were to let you go now that you were offering yourself to him so willingly.

As your lips met, a rush of urgency surged through both of you. His hands were upon your back, guiding you close, not allowing you to move away. Not that you would want to. You enjoyed the sweet taste of his lips.

Your kisses deepened, tongues dancing together in a battle for dominance that you quickly won. With a skillful hand, you produced a length of rope from your witch's garb and began to tie Ernst's wrists to the arms of the chair. You could see the darkened eyes as he looked up at you, the question visible in them. But he did not ask why you did it. He merely offered a small smirk and allowed you to continue tying him down until he was completely at your mercy.

"Trust me," you whispered into his ear, your breath hot and heavy as you secured the knots. His heart pounded against his chest. Oh, he trusted you all right. You felt the hot and firm bulge poking your thigh as you squirmed upon his lap. His lips parted in a gasp and his cock throbbed beneath his pants. He couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him at being so vulnerable to you.

Your hands roamed over his body, teasing and tantalizing, eliciting gasps and shudders from the man beneath you. He was exceptionally attractive when he moaned, and you slowly unbuttoned his blouse, revealing the toned flesh beneath, marred with the marks of his self-inflicted penance. Each button undone was like the peeling away of layers of his faith, leaving him exposed and raw.

"Such devotion," you murmured, your fingers trailing down his chest before dipping lower, unzipping his pants with deliberate slowness. His cock strained against the fabric, eager to be free, dripping the first droplets of seed and wasting it on the fabric of his waistband. When your hand finally wrapped around it, cupping his balls, he couldn't help but moan.

"Ah... yes," he breathed, his eyes clouded with lust. You straddled him, skirts bunched up high as you positioned yourself above his throbbing member, the heat of your core already causing him to shiver with anticipation.

"Ready?" you asked, a wicked smile playing across your lips. He could only nod, lost in the spell you'd cast upon him. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you lowered yourself onto him, enveloping him in your tight, wet heat. He slid in with ease, your juices lubricating his hardened, pulsing shaft.

"God..." he groaned, the pleasure nearly overwhelming him. The chair creaked beneath you both as you began to move, rocking your hips back and forth, grinding against him. He strained against the ropes, desperate for more of your touch, more intimacy, but you held him firmly in place.

Your hips moved expertly, creating a salacious motion that had your cunt milking his cock with each move. He groaned, teeth clenched, while his hands formed into fists. He wished he could grab you, hold you. It felt so good. So terribly good. How could this not be compared to heaven?

He desperately wanted to hold you and guide your hips with his hands. But he couldn’t. And didn’t that helplessness, that powerlessness, make it all the more delicious?

You could tell he was enjoying the power that you held over him and decided to tease him some more. Bringing your arms around him in a light embrace, you made sure to roll your hips smoothly, taking him in even deeper, hitting that delicious spot deep inside of you that made you moan and writhe on his lap.

It worked. Ernst threw his head back, eyes closed.

Then, an unpleasant mutter tumbled from his lips. “I see you now, God.”

Your hips moved against his frantically, breasts brushing against his chest while you moved a hand to grasp his cheek. He easily complied when you guided his head to look at you and opened his eyes again. The silent demand was clear. His lust-blown pupils met yours.

"Remember," you panted between thrusts, "it isn't God bringing you closer…It is me.”

Your words stoked the fire within him, and he watched as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, your body convulsing with an orgasm that rocked you to your core.

"Please..." he begged, his own climax building, threatening to overtake him. Your walls were deliciously clamping down on his cock, begging him for his cum. His balls tightened, ready to blow his load deep inside. But just as he was about to come, you lifted yourself off of his lap, and his sperm shot forth, streaking across the skirt of your witch's dress. The sight was sinful and mesmerizing all at once.

"You've been a naughty pastor," you teased, leaning over him to untie the ropes. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Your eyes darted down to see his pulsing cock. His shaft glistened with juices. Your juices. You licked your lips at the sight and watched till the last ropes of cum, till his sack had emptied and his twitching member was slowly becoming limp.

With a gentle hand, you untied the ropes that had held him bound. Then you quickly righted your skirt, tucking yourself back into decency while Ernst did the same. The air between you was thick with lingering desire and unspoken questions.

"Wh-what have I done?" Ernst's voice trembled as he buttoned his shirt, avoiding your gaze. "As a pastor, I shouldn't have...I've lost my way. I don’t even know who you are."

You tilted your head, watching him grapple with his thoughts. For a moment it felt like you lived in some sort of twisted fairy tale, where the Prince danced with Cinderella and realized that he never even asked her name. Was Ernst willing to know more about you? It felt that way.

His hands shook as he adjusted his collar, trying to regain composure. "Ernst," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. He flinched but didn't pull away.

"Your faith isn't gone, just...misguided." Your words hung in the air, heavy with truth.

"Maybe," he whispered, glancing up at you. His eyes were filled with longing and confusion. The doorbell rang, but at that moment, he leaned closer, his chapped lips parting, seeking solace in another kiss.

Your hand blocked his movement, his lips brushing gently past your fingertips instead. A look of confusion was upon his face when he looked up to see you smile. You stepped away from him, uncaring about the traces of cum visibly smeared upon your skirt. And then you opened the door for the eager trick-or-treaters outside. Their laughter and excitement were a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere behind you.

Ernst followed you to the door, his mind racing. Was this encounter a test? A punishment for his sins? Or perhaps a chance for redemption?

But then he saw your bright smile as you handed candy to the kids and felt a warmth blossom inside his chest. No, he thought determinedly. What he had done had been right. You had been right for him. The right medicine. The woman he’d been waiting for. A blessing turned into flesh.

“We’re running out,” he heard you say, and with a quick nod, turned around to fetch a new bag of sweets that he had lying on the table in the kitchen. He grabbed it, thinking hard about what he wanted to do next. His somber evening had lit up entirely. He could still feel the rope as it seared into his skin, not like fire but like the touch of a lover. To think of how he had enjoyed being at your mercy. He desperately hoped you would do it again to him. With the bag in his hands and a smile on his face, he returned to the door to find the candy bowl empty. Just like the doorstep. His smile fell.

Looking around, calling out for you, he had to conclude that you were gone. Like a phantom, leaving only the residue of your touch on his skin and the echo of your voice in his ears. His eyes traced the street filled with kids trick-and-treating, their laughter echoing through the night. A gentle twitch of his softening cock reminded him that you had definitely not been a dream. The feel of his empty balls and the slight buzz of the afterglow only confirmed that you had truly been there, not too long ago.

"Please," he whispered into the void left by your absence, "come back to me."

He hoped you would hear his plea. And perhaps, somewhere in the darkness of the night, a young witch sat on the porch of a house and heard that silent plea. And it made her smile, just like him, eager for more.

~ Fin ~

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transjohnny · 2 years

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Ethan Hawke as Rev. Ernst Toller FIRST REFORMED, 2018 dir. Paul Schrader

#filmedit #filmgifs #dilfgifs #dilfsource #ethan hawke #first reformed #ernst toller #movies #my edit #EH*

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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This might be oddly specific but it was a thot that came to mind:

Which characters do you think would try to hide their growing bulge and which do you think wouldn’t? Like I feel as if some of them would WANT you to see what you do to them, and get you all embarrassed, while others would be horrified that they’re hard in front of you.

Well it's a good thing that I like oddly specific stuff 😉

Who Wouldn't Hide:

The Grabber/Albert Shaw - This man has no ounce of shame and would proudly show off that you got him hard. And then he would want you to immediately take care of it for him.

Troy Dyer - Loves to get you flustered, loves to get you all embarrassed while he teases you, and he would even go so far as to put your hand in his pants to let you feel just exactly what you do to him. He has no shame when it comes to teasing you.

King Aurvandil - Not only will he show off that he's hard, but he will occasionally openly fuck you in the open public if the mood strikes him. He loves to show off when you get him hard, will grind against you while growling into your ear, and he doesn't care who is there to see.

Travis Conrad - He doesn't really care where you two are at, if he gets hard then he's going to be pulling you close so you can feel him, and then he's going to be nuzzling and kissing you and whispering in your ear until next thing you know you're in the bathroom/storage closet getting wrecked.

James Costa - He likes showing you what you do to him, just like he enjoys sliding his hands between your thighs to feel what he does to you, and will be very vocal about how much he wants you. Most of the time he will just leave your hand there, idly reaching down to grind your hand against him, but will make you keep your hand placed over him until he's ready to take you somewhere private enough to fuck you.

Chet Baker - Has no shame and will either put your hands on him or shamelessly grind against you while murmuring softly in your ear all the stuff he wants to do to you. Will flirt and tease you until you are nearly clawing at him to get him inside you much to his delight.

Tucker Crowe - He's extremely handsy so the second he gets hard you will know about it. He's winking at you from across the room, nipping at your ear and nuzzling at the sensitive spot on your throat once you get close enough, and whispering in your ear all the dirty filthy things that goes through his head.

Everett Lewis - He just doesn't really care much to hide it. If he gets hard then he gets hard. If you don't want to see it then don't look is what he thinks about it. However he will adjust himself if he's in public, but that is a rare occurrence.

Lars Nystrom - Oh, he totally wants you to look. Almost dares you to look with a playful smile and bright cheerful eyes. He loves to get you flustered and embarrassed, makes him feel good, and he is quick about dragging you close and cheekily asking you to help him with his new problem.

Who Would:

Arthur Harrow - He is a gentleman so he would definitely hide his erection. However, if you two are alone and you get him hard, then he would be a bit more likely to show you. But usually he would hide it.

Edward Dalton - He is still getting used to having you there with him so he would be a bit embarrassed about getting hard near you. Would try to act nonchalant and discreetly adjust himself while you're distracted.

Goodnight Robicheaux - He is a southern gentleman. He will definitely hide his bulge from you, but will still whisper teasing flirty comments in your ear and send winks your way until you're dragging him away somewhere private.

Ellison Oswalt - Would hide it from you in public, but would absolutely show it off in the privacy of your home. Shamelessly grinding against you in the kitchen while you're trying to cook dinner while murmuring in your ear how hard he is for you, but usually just giving you bedroom eyes at a restaurant that will leave you a flustered mess.

James Sandin - He is a businessman who relies on his appearance and reputation so he keeps himself under control. However on the occasion where he does get hard for you, especially in public, he quickly hides it or excuses himself to the bathroom to adjust himself. Once home he will then happily tell you what happened.

Russell Millings - Would be mortified if he got hard in front of you. Enough where he would probably try to hide in the bathroom from the embarrassment.

Sal Procida - He's a detective so he has a certain image that he has to uphold so he would just casually adjust himself. Of course he would make sure to keep eye contact with you the entire time just so you would know what he's doing and then throw a sassy wink your way for good measure.

Ernst Toller - Would absolutely be horrified the second he feels himself getting hard. Would begrudgingly jerk off when the need got too great, then drink until he got tipsy, and then spiral as he prayed for forgiveness as he continued to masturbate while thinking of you.

Paul - He would hide out of respect for you. Wouldn't want to seem forward or like he's trying to make a pass at you (even if you are already together). It just boils down to his respect for you.

John Brown - Will so try to hide himself. Even if you are in a relationship and you tell him he doesn't have to hide he will still fluff his coat over his lap or excuse himself. Or even read the bible out loud or go on a long sermon that lasts until he forgets that he was hard in the first place.

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ethanhoewke · 2 years

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ALBERT NO-

#ethan hawke #ethan hawke my beloved #handsome hawke #the black phone #the black phone (2022)#black phone #the grabber #albert shaw #first reformed #first reformed 2017 #ernst toller #reverend ernst toller #reverend toller #adopt a highway #Russell millings #moon knight #arthur harrow #wrap him up i'll take two

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nicktremblaywayfu · 1 year

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I saw you accept a request Ernst Toller. Do you have any nsfw headcannon Ernst x reader?

Hello anon, i’ve come up with some smutty hcs about our hot priest hehe 💖

Warning : Mental issues mentioning, self-harm mentioning

Also i'm sorry if i'm mistaken in any word of the religious activity.

This man would 100% serve whom he had sex with. Which meant he would rather give cunnilingus than receiving blowjob.

His moan would sound like he was desperate. The way he touched you, leaving you hickies to mark you, hugging you so tight you couldn’t breathe when he was pounding at your pussy.

He would usually do it either in his room or your own house.

PDA was definitely big no. It would be a big issue and potentially ruin him and the church’s reputation.

So in public you gotta act like you were just some religious volunteer that came to the service every sunday.

I’d say he’s an old schooler, so you can’t really convince him to use any sex toys if you desire.

If you weren’t available for sex, he would touch himself and moan your name desperately.

This ain't a priest, this is just a poor little puppy lmao.

He would be soooo gentle while thrusting his holy cock inside your canal. The way he massaged your breast, he would make sure you were enjoying it too.

He preferred raw, but to prevent trouble he would cum either on your inner thigh or stomach.

He hated to admit that he was lowkey addicted to having sex with you, despite the sexual repression he had. It was one of few things that could distract him from suicidal thoughts.

He’s definitely the type that would cry in sex. At first it was weird for you but you got used to it.

All sessions with him would be filled with both lust and love.

Oh and also he would always fingered you for a foreplay. He’d make sure you were wet and slick enough so his cock wouldn’t hurt you.

It somehow…still hurt as he had a big girth.

The aftercare would consist of him cuddling you so tight that you couldn’t breathe. Let this man get his hug. He deserved it.

He would stay until breakfast. In fact, he would be the one who got up early and cooked you some breakfast.

If he did the sexual activity in his room, it would be on a limited time as he needed to be alone first.

He would always seek for your company, be it to fulfill his lust or to shower him with affection.

#Ernst Toller #Reverend Toller #Reverend Toller x reader #Ernst Toller x reader #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #First Reformed

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faustandfurious · 1 year

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«I was thirty. My hair had turned gray. I was not tired» is an absolutely banger way to end your autobiography when you’re the former president of the Bavarian Soviet Republic

#ernst toller

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dancingisdangerouss · 1 year

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Hewooo i really love your Ethan Hawke characters writing 🥺💖 I wonder if you could write fluffy (or smutty ? 😳) headcanons list of Arthur, Albert, as well Ernest Toller with a reader who is significantly shorter having blurry vision despite she already wore a glasses? I imagine her like a clumsy opposum in a human body hitting everything accidentally thanks to her poor eyesight JANDJAJDKAJA

Sure! I tried my best, I hope it’s somewhat along the lines of what you were looking for.

Arthur:

He secretly likes the size/height difference. He’ll never admit it to anyone but Khonshu (who may or may not have even heard him when he said it), but he enjoyed the power and control aspect of being Moon Knight, and definitely has a kink for being bigger than you/able to overpower.

If he likes/trusts you enough, he might even let you use his cane as an assist for walking, so as to better avoid you running into things.

It would actually be really funny if you were trying to help stop him with Steven/Marc, and you keep accidentally fucking things up for him. Like, he’s a very calculated man and thinks everything through, analyzing stuff to death and predicting outcomes.

Then you come along all clumsy and breaking important shit, tripping and missing being shot in the head by a gun, stumbling into one of his followers while they’re trying to attack Moon Knight and knocking them over.

Albert:

Same as Arthur with the size kink, except he’s not shy about it. Just constantly looming over you, referring to you as “little/small” and resting his chin on your head or shoulder. Pinning you down and standing above you while you’re on the mattress beneath him. He’s a big power/control junkie and doesn’t try to hide it.

Honestly, he’s kind of a dick. He’d find it funny, watching you clumsily slam into walls and crash into things. It’s a bit endearing to him but also just amusing. He might even take your glasses for the sake of making things even worse.

He’d take advantage of your poor eyesight as an excuse to “help” you do things—including sexually. Sometimes just fucking with you, like taking your hand and settling it over his crotch, seeing how long it takes you to figure out what you’re touching.

The poor sight also gives him ideas he might not have had otherwise, like sensory deprivation, blindfolding you and such.

Ernst:

Just a big worry-wart, very overly concerned anytime you hurt yourself. Stressing over your well-being while simultaneously drinking himself to death.

Would probably walk with you on his arm, insisting you always hang onto him for support despite you

Size isn’t much of a big deal to him, really, but he does think it’s cute when you have to ask him to reach for things on the upper shelves for you.

#penny for your thots #asks #anon #the black phone #the grabber #Arthur harrow #moon knight #Ernst toller #first reformed

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c0ffinshit · 2 years

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Hi do requests for Ernst Toller have to pertain to the plot in some way? If not could I request him being touch starved and the reader coming for advice at the church and she like touches his hand or something and they have a special moment where he starts to develop feelings or something like that? I love your writing btw!

Thank you for the compliment sweetheart, though I've mentioned repeatedly that I'm already working on an Ernst Toller series, I'll make this request for a bit of taste.

warnings: a little angst, tooth-rotting fluff, the reader is also a little depressed, fleabag core

A silent night in a cold paradise. You had just gotten off work, and you were walking home. The cold winds hit your back as you felt the temperature keep dropping. Winter was always the worst in Snowbridge, which feels appropriate for a place with snow in the name. The temperatures were always below freezing, the snow covering the ground, and not to mention the ice everywhere. Your thoughts were filled with chores you needed to do when you got home and your cat you had to feed when you felt a warm body bump into mine. You felt your eyes look up and see an old friend of yours, Ernst Toller. Though you don’t consider myself religious, the Reverend was your only friend in Snowbridge. You felt you could talk to him. He was a Farther in a Lord way, but he also felt like a father to you.

“Reverend Toller!” you exclaimed as his eyes met your.

His piercing baby blue eyes felt as if he was looking right through you.

“Um, hello, (Y/N),” he said, straightening himself up.

“It’s so good to see you again! You look great!” your smile ran up to your ears.

A light blush crawls on his face, “T-Thank you, it's pleasing to see you too. Listen, I’ve got to get going–”

You quickly pull him into a hug, a tight hug. The Reverend’s arms loosely connected around your waist.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you said, taking in his scent.

No matter what you did, his scent always comforted you when you were at my lowest. The smell of dust and old bourbon filled my lungs as you held him.

“Dear, please let go of me,” he requested, patting your back.

Your arms loosen, allowing him to take your arms and places them back at your side.

“But sir, why?” you asked, a puzzled look across your face.

He looks at you, his blush getting brighter. His legs think for him as he walks past you.

He couldn’t fall in love with you just not yet.

#ernst toller #ernst toller x reader #first reformed #ethan hawke x reader #ethan hawke #The Grabber #the grabber x reader

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katehawke · 2 years

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#ethan hawke #first reformed #ernst toller

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larabiatasstuff · 2 years

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Mama has a thing for priests👀I mean look at them, they're fucking delicious🔥🔥🔥

#ernst toller #ethan hawke #hamish linklater #father paul hill #midnight mass #First reformed

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purplelupins · 2 years

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As of now, I am opening commissions.

Commissions status: CLOSED

That being said, my rules are as follows:

— i only write female readers (i would write male as well but Its just not something I’m familiar with)

-i will only take on a maximum of 5 at a time, depending on the detail, and length of each commission request.

-if I do not feel that the request is true to the chosen character(ex. Major fluff with John Tyler…it might get fluffy but that man’s manipulative and a creep I love)

-I can refuse any commission for whatever reason, and I will expect that the refusal will not be met with hostility and harassment.

Pricing is as follows:

$5 for 500 words

$10 for 1000 words

$20 for 2000 words

And so on…

***payment will be made through the ‘tip me’ feature here on Tumblr, and must be made when you receive the initial outline of the full fic***

The current characters I will currently write for are:

-Ray (Raymond and Ray)

-Albert Shaw (The Black Phone)

-Ernst Toller (The First Reformed)

- Lars Nystrom (Stockholm)

-Goodnight Robicheux (The Magnificent 7)

- Father Paul Hill (Midnight Mass)

-John Tyler (Tell Me Your Secrets)

- Papa Emeritus II (Ghost)

-Papa Emeritus III (Ghost)

-Cardinal Copia (Ghost)

-James “Jim” Hopper (Stranger Things)

-Santa Clause/Nicomund the Red (Violent Night)

-Norman Nordstrom(Don’t breathe)

- Lalo Salamanca (Better Call Saul)

-Saul Goodman (Better Call Saul)

-Rorschach/Walter Kovacs (Watchmen)

What I will write:

-Fluff

-Hurt/comfort

-Smut (kinks I will write for are bondage, cnc, non-con, dom/sub, stalking, breeding, light daddy, somnophilia, sadism, praise, humiliation, nipple play, innocence kink ) ***if you have a kink not listed, ask anyway because I might have forgotten some***

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wayward-persephone · 1 year

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Hi! Hope ur well<3

Hate to be a bother buttttt I was wondering if you could do the rest of Ethan's characters on throat training reader?

Hello! 😊

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Arthur Harrow

Would absolutely love to throat train you. Would be thrilled if you asked him and would make sure to praise you the entire time and pet over your jaw and throat tenderly while doing so. Making you soothing tea to help with any soreness afterwards as he peppers your face in sweet kisses.

Edward Dalton

He would be very hesitant to do so at first and it would take a lot of convincing. However, he would eventually agree the longer he thought about fucking your throat. He would be so cautious and you would have to take the reins at some point because he would go into sensation overload and just watch you with glowing eyes and bared fangs as you choked on his cock.

Ernst Toller

Ernst would have no idea what to do, but would try his hardest to help in any way. He would shower you with words of love and adoration mixed with gasps and moans. Apologizing profusely when his hips would buck into you and you would end up gagging on him.

Everett Lewis

Has no idea what he's doing so he just fucks your throat until you steadily get used to his presence in your mouth. Will awkwardly yet tenderly massage your jaw if he was particularly rough with you, though.

Goodnight Robicheaux

Absolutely loves it. Would only do it on the nights where you can spend a few nights in a nice inn so he can make sure you are nice and comfortable and will lay back in the bed and will coach you in soft raspy whisper to set the mood and watch you take his cock deeper and deeper. Will make sure to have some tea or soup ready for you afterwards or the next day.

James Costa

Would definitely be the one to start it/mention it. Might get impatient some days and fuck your throat until you're crying and he's coming in your mouth and other days he will stay in your mouth until he feels you have made some sort of progress. Will shower you in either praise or mock sympathy. The next day he will cuddle you and kiss all over your face, mouth, jaw, and throat in absolute adoration.

James Sandin

He would spend as long as necessary to train you properly. Looking up any tricks or tips online and making a neat list to share with you, buying any numbing spray or throat lozenges to make it easier on you, and would praise you so much. After every session he would make sure to lick you out until you couldn't feel your feel your legs.

John Brown

Wouldn't shut up the entire time. Praising you and the Lord the entire time your mouth is on him, mixed with his grunts and curses, and you eventually have to tell him to talk about something else so you could concentrate.

Jolly

He definitely is the one to bring it up and makes playful teasing remarks nearly the whole time. When he's not being playful he's dirty talking with enough filth that makes you nearly come without being touched. Much to his delight when he gets his hands on you afterwards.

Lars Nystrom

Tries to sit still long enough for you to properly train your throat to take him, but he gets too riled up and ends up holding your head still in an iron grip and fucking your face with an almost frantic energy that leaves you gasping and choking against him. He cuddles you and mumbles apologies against you with a fucked out expression, but it's always difficult to stay mad at him.

Les Keffy

Loves to throat train you. Will light up and sit back and teach you to take him deep all nice and slow. Telling you how pretty you are and how perfect you are doing the entire time. Slipping in dirty talk just to feel you whimper against his cock.

Paul

Is wary about the whole idea, but can't refuse you. Goes completely boneless when he gets inside your mouth and makes soft groans and grunts as his only encouragement. Gets a little more affectionate than usual afterwards and the following day.

Ray Harris

Is the one to bring it up and dirty talks the entire time. His words start out playful, but ends up with you dripping down your thighs and whining against his cock. He is always so smug the next day when your voice is hoarse and he makes sure to stock up on hot teas at the store while giving you a pointed look and an exaggerated wink.

Russell Millings

Doesn't know what you are talking about and nearly comes the second he feels himself in your throat. He tries his best to praise you, but he quickly gets overwhelmed by the sensation and sight of you that he just falls silent and watches you with heavy-lidded eyes the entire time.

Travis Conrad

Likes taking it slow and sensual so he very much likes to train you whenever you both have free time. Keeping a gentle hand on the nape of your neck or cupped over your jaw as he quietly coaches and praises you. Will eat you out afterwards until you are screaming his name to show his appreciation.

Vincent Freeman

Pre-makeover Vincent is utterly entranced by the sight of you trying to take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. Moaning and gently rolling his hips against you until he snaps and holds your face still and fucks your throat before spilling down your throat and over your face.

Post-makeover Vincent would still love to watch you try take him into your mouth, but would show a bit more restraint. Would be more proactive to help train you and would praise you the entire time his cock is in your mouth.

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