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lillithhearts · 4 months

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Could I order a reader x husker & reader x Alastor (separate) where reader naturally smells like catnip?

I’ve been in the fandom for a while; and a running theme with Al is that he purrs. I personally think it’s really silly and cute; and I think if he purrs like a cat. Might as well be part cat 🤷🏼‍♂️

(I was also hoping for reader to be a sort of lamb demon; and you can decide if it’s smut if nah idm)

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Alastor x Reader ❦ Husk x Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

ׂׂૢ pairing : Husk & Alastor x Reader

ׂׂૢ cw : Not proofread

ׂׂૢ reader is gender neutral

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠...

♪ to everyone's surprise he's absolutely glued to you at every hour of every day; it's starting to concern the others at how stuck to you he is, always smiling seemingly more genuinely. His cheek is very often squished against yours as you hear a barely audible purr emitting from the overlord, his eyes closed; you swear you see something moving behind his coat every time he makes physical contact with you.

♪ whenever he's not with you his ears are always flattened against his head and he seems irritable, upon finding out your particular scent you joke to him that he's having withdrawals which he didn't find as funny as you did, he's sulking for the rest of the day.

♪ shockingly let's you pet his ears because it means he gets to get closer to you and take in your scent for the 70th time today, it's always a sight for the others to see his head on your shoulder while your hand combs through his red soft locks, Alastor yet again struggling to keep his purrs to your ears only; knowing You'd never openly embarrass him like that, he trusts you alot so don't squander it.

♪ if you're ever alone in his room he gets very touchy, his hands are running all over you while you try and scroll on your phone or read; whatever you like doing before bed. He's constantly trying to rip your actual clothes off since they are restricting your natural smell and it's irritating him greatly; don't be upset or surprised if he fully expects you to be barely clothed while you lay in his bed; usually falling asleep with his arms snaked around your waist with his face buried in your neck.

♪ he regularly eyes Husk since he's the only one who's also affected by your aroma, Giving him a warning to stay the hell away from you if he knows what's good for him.

♪ like Alastor, everyone is surprised and confused by how quickly Husk had warmed up to you along with how seemingly dependent he was on you; always smiling at you and inviting you behind the bar, he'd even ask you to try and make drinks with him as a fun game so he could stand shoulder to shoulder with you, sneaky kitty.

♪ if it's late in the night while everyone else is already sleeping he'll sometimes rest his head against your chest as you scratch his head; loudly purring and quiet grumbling while he talks about the day he's had and his past; absolutely in a daze in your presence

♪ After you arrived he naturally acts more relaxed and calm, your scent over time just relaxing him even when he just thinks of you which is constantly but he'll never say that; this clearly making the other residents more happy and inclined to speak to him even Alastor is surprised by how his old buddy husker has loosened up!

♪ is not above grabbing one of your shirts and using it as a pillow cover even if you're literally right next to him, the more of you the better he always says. His tail wags and his ears slightly flick while he purrs into your neck; his slender fingers grabbing the small of your back and thigh as he goes to pull you closer to him, a deep chuckle from his throat as you begin to tease him about it and how "he's obsessed with you" he laughs it over however he never denies it.

♪ bring it up while the others are around? He's side eyeing you while he "growls" you obviously coo at him saying he's not looking very intimidating; having known what he was like in bed the night before you just couldn't take him seriously! His ears flatten while he turns away to hide the blush creeping in on his face his long tail loudly thumping against the bar table.

Authors note : I did this at 2:30AM, Man I should really fix my sleep schedule but what am I if not self destructive

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x reader #husk x reader #husk hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor

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beenbaanbuun · 1 month

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Love im addicted to you Matz and darling work!!✨pls make masterlist

Soooo I was thinking are they into role playing?? Like what scenario matz and darling choose??

I have one unholy one in my mind, what if mommy hwa ties hong to chair and make him watch as he takes darling ?? This would be soo🤌🏻🤌🏻

hello!!!! the masterlist is here!! she needs updating with the last few works but that’s a job for later im afraid 😭😭

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they definitely like to add a little spice into the bedroom, and i was actually thinking about that very thing just the other day. hongjoong had been a little too bratty after waking up alone and had decided to take it out not just on darling, but also on seonghwa. now, darling knows better than anyone in that house that being a brat gets you nowhere, except in hongjoong’s case, where it gets you tied to a chair.

“comfy?” seonghwa purrs into his husbands ear as he tightens the last nod. hongjoong tries to wriggle a little, but to no avail. it doesn’t surprise him; seonghwa’s rigging skills are unmatched. hongjoong gives a little shake of his head in response to the question, a defiant look in his eyes as he glares up at his partner. “good; you’re not supposed to be.”

he hears a little giggle from across the room and his gaze shoots over to where you sit on the bed, completely bare and ready for the taking. his eyes narrow, determined to convey a message to you; he may be tied up, but he’s still your dom at the end of the day. you seem to understand it, but you never once wipe the smile from your face… fucking brat.

“you did this to yourself, mi amor,” seonghwa says, stalking his way over to where you sit. a pretty hand lands atop your head, tugging at you until you sit leaning against your mommy’s hipbone. you close your eyes in bliss as he brushes your hair from your face and hongjoong can’t help but feel annoyance bubble up within him at the sight. “hasn’t our little darling proved enough times that being a little shit gets you nowhere? haven’t you yourself dragged her over your lap enough for that little lesson to sink in?”

hongjoong, of course, has learnt that lesson. not only has he taught it to you plenty of times, but he’s also been on the receiving end a few more times than he’d like to admit. it doesn’t always end up with him tied to a chair, but it is always torture for him.

his eyes narrow as he watches seonghwa’s hand dip to your chin, gently caressing your soft skin before lifting your gaze from hongjoong to your mommy. the whimper you let out when a thumb slowly pushes its way between your lips is sinful. pair it with the wide eyes look you offer to his husband and its enough to make the devil himself let out a little prayer. only you could make innocence look so slutty…

“you know, you’re lucky my precious lamb is as understanding as she is,” the thumb is pulled from your mouth with a pop, a single string of saliva connecting the digit to the still parted lips. seonghwa swipes at them, smearing your own saliva against them. hongjoong almost cums in his pants when he sees you chase after the thumb, yearning to have something rested against your tongue once more. “she didn’t even snitch on you when you were being such a troublesome brat. seriously mi amor, refusing to let her sit with you simply because she grew too hungry to stay in bed with you this morning? it’s childish, isn’t it lamb?”

and although it really shouldn’t have, the question makes hongjoong smile. clearly seonghwa was in some sort of tyrannical headspace tonight; to punish hongjoong and then continue on to ask you such a leading question? he really is out for blood.

and it seems as though you can see it too. you blink up at seonghwa’s expression of faux-innocence, your lust addled brain taking just a moment longer to compute than usual. if you answer how seonghwa wishes for you to, hongjoong will no doubt pounce the moment he gets free of the restraints. if you don’t, seonghwa will no doubt take joy in punishing you too. you swallow down your worries as your mind races to decide which lover you’d rather have on your side.

“yes, mommy,” you whisper, your voice unsure and trembling. a proud smile forms on seonghwa’s face as you fall right into the trap he lay for you. he turns his head to face his husband, giving hongjoong a single look that tells all; take this punishment like a good boy, and taking care of you will be his reward…

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #matz x reader #opposites attract universe

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mentos-or-mentoes · 3 months

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Cult of the Lamb x Tall! Reader who loves giving piggyback rides. Headcanons.

The Lamb, Narinder, Leshy, Heket, Shamura & Kallamar.

(this will be with the bishops in follower form because i dont really think it would be possible to pick them up in their bishop forms).

Narinder

General:

He had returned from a crusade with the lamb, his legs were hurting a bit, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Someone else did though. He was not happy when he was lifted up into the air, out of nowhere.

Narinder can and will try anything to make you put him down, but upon realizing you're not putting him down, he accepts defeat.

When he suddenly gets put down on a bed, he realized that you probably somehow knew that his legs were hurting, and just wanted him to get some rest.

He will thank you, before asking you to leave.

Romantic:

Ngl he definetly enjoys the piggyback rides, as long as he initiates them.

If not then he will likely shout something along the lines of ''Put me down! I will not tolerate- oh its just you. Put me down please''.

Will purr lightly when recieving piggyback rides.

Can and will kiss the top of your head while up on your shoulders.

He enjoys cuddeling your back if you can't / dont want to have him up on your shoulders.

Loves the feeling of being big again. even if not as big as he used to be.

He will ask you to ensure that the lamb isnt around if you pick him up. He already got defeated by the lamb, he doesn't need to have them see him being given piggyback rides.

Heket

General:

I don't even know how you even picked her up in the first place to be honest.

Definetly enjoys them as long as people don't really see it.

Does kind of like it if you just carry her to the kitchen or just bring her food.

Also likes the feeling of being slightly bigger then everyone else, but the thought of how she looks alone is enough to turn her away for a majority of the time.

It reminds her of before she got slain by the lamb so she does find some joy in being carried around.

Romantic:

Heket does become a whole lot more fond of being given piggyback rides once you're in a relationship with her.

She will do anything to avoid you picking her up infront of the other ex-bishops (especially Leshy because he likely wont stop teasing her if he finds out).

Will probably ask you to take her somewhere if she doesn't feel like walking.

I feel like she has tried to jump onto your back atleast once.

She will kiss you one way or another whenever you pick her up.

Leshy

General:

I don't even know if its possible to give Leshy piggyback rides considering that, well, he's a worm.

He will try and wiggle out of your grasp if you pick him up.

Once he realizes that now he's far above everyone else, he feels happy, untill you or someone else, reminds him that he is currently being carried on your shoulders.

unless you hold him in place he can and will fall off you, unless he wraps around you like a scarf.

Romantic:

If you don't pick him up, he's definetly gonna try and slither onto you just so he can be on your shoulders, or somehwere else on you.

Makes for a very nice and alive scarf for the winter.

He will be cuddling you while he's wrapped around you in one way or another.

If its cold, he's basically glued to you.

He will ask you to just carry him sometimes.

Kallamar

General:

He is terrified when you first pick him up.

He's going through every single possibility as for why you would pick him up, and none of them are good.

Lowkey will have an anexiety attack if you don't tell him why you picked him up out of nowhere.

If you do it to him while he looks uncomfortable and bring him somewhere he can be alone for a bit he will probably try to thank you.

He is nervous so if you sense something is up and you go pick him up and take him somewhere to comfort him he's gonna be getting very close to you.

Romantic:

If he feels uncomfortable he can and will look for you.

You have become a safe space with the addition of maybe some cuddles.

Loves being picked up by you, makes him feel like he's not gonna get hurt.

Kallamar will hug you constantly while being given a piggyback ride.

He doesn't want to go back down once you pick him up, he has to though but he's not too happy about (too scared to really complain though).

if you're not gonna have him on your shoulders he'd likely prefer to be carried facing the front of you rather then your back. Mainly because he's scared he's gonna be attacked without you noticing.

Shamura

General:

Shamura was probably curious at first about what this ''piggyback ride'' thing you were talking about was.

Immidietly after you pick them up they get confused.

Just one moment ago you guys were talking, and now they're on your back.

Once you explain what piggyback rides are and why people give them, Shamura immidietly calms down, now knowing why they're currently on your back / shoulders.

Might rest their head on your head depending on how close they are to you and or if they're on your shoulders

Romantic:

Shamura will give you small kisses on top of your head whenever they're recieving piggyback rides.

If they have a feeling that they forgot that they needed to be somewhere, they'll go to you because you usually know.

If it wasn't for their injury, they would've given you piggyback rides as well.

They have read a book atleast once while sitting on your shoulders.

The Lamb / Lambert

General:

The Lamb had been on many crusades before, usually coming back un-injured.

Allthough one day in particular after a crusade they had gotten a somewhat bad leg injury.

You along with many other followers came up to see what was wrong. You being more then happy to carry your leader, gave the lamb a piggyback ride to the infirmary.

Once out of the infirmary they saw you carrying children around via piggyback rides as well

They definetly are curious as for why you're so willing to give people piggyback rides.

Will ask you about it one day, curious if you viewed them kind of like a child that day they had the leg injury.

Romantic:

The lamb loves recieving piggyback rides.

Whenever they return from a crusade uninjured and if nobody needs them at the moment, they will immidietly go to you, maybe ask you for a walk (mainly because if their legs get tired they can just ask for a piggyback ride).

Would give you piggyback rides if you werent as tall.

They love cuddling with you as you just walk around with them.

I imagine that their legs have been sore for some reason atleast once on a day where they had to perform a cermone so they just asked you if they could sit on your shoulders for the duration.

Requests are open by the way

#cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl bishops x reader #narinder x reader #cotl lamb x reader #lambert x reader #heket x reader #leshy x reader #kallamar x reader #shamura x reader

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bahbzxxx · 11 months

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Serenitea pot shenanigans 4: Snuggling Venti in his archon form 🦋🕊️🌌

"Theres my little warrior..."

The archon purrs as he lays down, kicking back his plumes and exposing the glowing turquoise tattoo embedded into his skin slightly. Naturally…this doesn’t go unnoticed by your adorably wide and sparkling eyes.

His skin is probably so smooth and soft…it probably feels just like satin…or even softer.

You tremble, just thinking about it.

“Hmm…what’s that look for?”

He exposes a little bit more of his skin, just to get a reaction out of you. Your blush of humiliation is priceless to him.

“Well, come on…you can tell me…”

He’s so beautiful. He’s ethereal. You really don’t know what to do. Are you going to speak? Even dare to utter out a simple greeting? Or will you just remain here…frozen in time…resisting the urge…to shove your face in his plumes…

The archon groans playfully. Clearly you’re overthinking his gestures, so he might as well put it plainly.

He opens his arms to you, his eyes glowing with warmth and the embers of lust.

Your legs move for you at that single gesture. You’re almost hypnotized as you look into his eyes, him being able to lure you in like a siren, even without a song.

As he pulls you down into his arms, he hums lowly, and sighs and moans softly as he lets you make yourself comfortable. It seems to take you a little bit…not because you’re uncomfy, Per say…simply because there’s so much of him that you want to, to put it simply, shove your face into all at once. Not to mention all that kissing too.

“Mmm…hm…you’re so…sooo, ngh~ hm!”

Almost every inch of skin on his body is fair game for you to plant little kisses on. You’re so eager…it melts his heart. He feels so loved…

He feels your head on his chest, and how you nuzzle in as much as physically possible. You're simply the cutest…like a little lamb wanting to be held.

He snorts when he feels your nose pressed dangerously close to your armpit, and light-heartedly considers to himself that maybe he’s a bit too loved…

He laughs, lifting his hand to your hair.

“My Windblume…is my armpit truly where you’d like your nose to be?”

His chest rises and falls with his laughter. “I can’t promise it will smell like fresh cecelias if you go any deeper…”

As he expected, you leave a kiss there.

“You truly are something else, my darling…”

He can't stop his laughter as you keep going, making sure you've gotten everywhere…the squishier the better. You kiss his arms, his chest, his tummy, and even down to his thighs.

“Ahh…you're so-ngh~ thorough…”

He arches his back and moans softly. His wings begin to shake, spreading out as much as possible. He could get used to this, letting you burn off that last bit of energy on him…doing your thing…

He lets you have free range until he feels that you're getting tired. You did have a long day after all, and he doesn't want to exhaust his windblume too much.

He envelops you in his wings gently, hiding you in his plumes much to your pleasure.

“Here…lay here…there you go…I've got you…”

He pulls you back up to his chest, not before rubbing his nose with yours and giving you a little kiss, cooing against your cheek. The noise you make is the sweetest melody to his ears.

He sets you down, but you immediately bury your face into the crook of his neck. Venti puts up no fuss at all. Rather, it's a groan of satisfaction.

He sighs, deflating in bliss.

“Oh, my warrior…you’re so good to me…so loving…and you're all mine…and I'm all yours…”

His voice and touch soothes every cell in your body, and you feel your little world fading to black. He feels how heavy you're becoming on top of him, and how snugly your arms tighten around him… it's making him sleepy himself.

And when he's sleepy, hes gonna keep you all to himself all night, that's for sure…

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holylulusworld · 2 days

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Between a rock and a hard place (6)

Summary: You are in big trouble and in need of money. Two wolves are more than willing to help you. For a price…

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Mobster!August Walker

Warnings: angst, language, power imbalance, debts, scared reader, groping, gaslighting, darkfic, both brothers are not nice guys, mafia au, a tiny hint of fluff, possessive Walter, jealousy, this author has a size kink and it shows

Between a rock and a hard place (5)

Between a rock and a hard place masterlist

Walter ends the tour in front of his bedroom. You don’t know what this is all about, because he only showed you around the house.

“What do you say?” You blink at his question, struggling to find the correct answer to his question. “Do you like your new home? I changed a few things, let the maid buy some plants and such to make it nicer for you.”

“It’s…nice…and…uh…huge,” you stammer, unsure if that’s what he wanted to hear.

“I knew you’d like it,” his huge hands cup your face. You feel so small and weak close to Walter and August. “My sweet little lamb. I saved the best for last.”

He lowers himself to press a surprisingly soft kiss on your lips. He claims your mouth like he did with your body and soul.

“OH—” You’re breathless when he finally pulls away, a smirk on his kiss-swollen lips. “You did?” In honesty, you don’t want to know about the surprise he saved for last. It can’t be good. If you learned one thing about the brothers is that they always get what they want.

“Close your eyes,” he purrs in your ear. “Trust me in this, lamb. I know you’ll love it.”

“Okay,” you breathe out. What else can you do but follow his orders? He’s holding your life in the palm of his hand. And his hand is so fucking big it could crush you in the blink of an eye.

“Good girl.” He praises you when you close your eyes and allow him to guide you along the hallways. He stops shortly after and unlocks a door. “Go inside.”

Walter moves his hand to the small of your back and guides you inside another room. He silently closes the door and locks it behind him.

“Open your eyes, sweet lamb,” he encourages you with a soft nudge to your side. “Go ahead and have a look around.”

You open your eyes to look around the room he brought you to. Speechless you turn toward Walter.

“What is all of this?”

“I called our interior designer and asked them to create the room you described on your blog. I even got the fluffy carpet.” He smirks when you gape at him. “You won’t get carpet burn when you kneel for me to suck me off.”

He recreated one of the rooms you had on your blog. A blush and white bedroom. Walter even got a white bed with pink and white bedding, a pink canopy, and a crystal chandelier.

The room was designed by someone who put a lot of effort into details. They used soft fabrics, elegantly curved furniture, and ornate gold mirrors and wall art frames.

“I don’t understand,” you wrinkle your forehead. “When did you find the time to do all this?”

He shrugs. “I found the time to do it for you.”

“I—” you don’t know how to react. Walter allowed his brother to use you, while he was using you like a toy. At the same time, he let someone create your dream bedroom.

“It’s alright, my sweet lamb,” he cups your face again to kiss you greedily. “I wanted you to have a place to come down. August is not allowed inside this room. Only I can unlock it.”

A shudder runs down your spine. This is not a bedroom but a prison.

Walter’s features soften for a second at your pained expression.

“What I wanted to say is, that he’s not going to taunt you in here. You are allowed to leave the room whenever you want to.”

“He doesn’t like me,” you murmur. “If he gets the chance, he’ll hurt me or sell me off to one of your guests.”

“Baby lamb, you know nothing about our dynamic,” Walter smirks. “If I lay claim on someone, August knows he’s not allowed to harm the person. You’re mine. If he wants to stay alive, he’ll not touch one hair on your head.”

“But—” you bite your lower lip, remembering how they fucked you in sync. “You let him have me…”

Walter chuckles as you shy away from his intense gaze. “We always share the good things in life. He’s allowed to touch you when I’m around. But only if I tell him so.”

You press your legs together. Having them both touch and use you wasn’t what you dreamed of on lonely nights. But you can’t deny that they woke a side of you that you never explored before.

“Hmmm…you liked having us both inside of your tight little holes,” Walter cups the back of your neck to steal another kiss. “Remember, you’re mine. He cannot have you outside of the club.”

“I…I don’t…I wouldn’t…”

“My sweet lamb is a secret vixen,” Walter concludes as his big hands move toward your ass to grope you roughly. “How about you decide on what we do next at the club?”

“Me?”

“As long as our VIP guests like the show, you can tell us how to fuck you,” he grins before kissing you again. “Think about it…”

“A pink room,” August throws a tantrum. He reminds you of an angry child as he paces back and forth in the dining room. “What will you do for her next?”

Walter remains silent. He simply watches his brother throw insults at him. “I thought about a reading nook at my office. She could read there, while I fuck her.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks at Walter’s words. He describes how he’d fuck you from behind while you read to him. Walter is shameless.

“Did you even listen to me?” August growls.

“I told you to stay the fuck out of my business,” Walter waves his brother’s words off. “We should talk about the show we want to put up for the VIPs. I want my little lamb to choose.”

“You want her to…” August pants heavily. “You lost your damn mind, brother! Are you insane? You cannot let her decide! We will fuck her ass and cunt and double-team her again.”

“We will discuss this later,” Walter angrily glares at his brother. He pats his thigh, waiting for you to sit in his lap. “I want my lamb to enjoy herself. If she comes with us inside of her, they will go crazy.”

August sits back down and crosses his arms over his chest. He watches you crawl in his brother’s lap with angry eyes.

“You’ll come so hard for us,” Marshal murmurs to lure you into sleep. You sigh and rest your tired head against his shoulder. He pats your head. “Right, little lamb.”

Sighing deeply August gets up from his seat to walk toward you. “I told you to call her by her name. She’s not some pet. Her name is Y/N.”

You flutter your eyes open to watch August stare at you in his brother’s arms. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous you like me more.” Walter narrows his eyes at his brother. “He knows that you’re mine, though.”

“I only want you to treat her like a person!”

“Says the man who wanted to let our guests use her,” Walter bites back. “I protected her from you and all the vultures at the club. She’s my sweet lamb, and I call her whatever I want to. We are still in the honeymoon phase and pet names are cute.”

“Does she call you sweet bear or shit too?” August tries to rile his brother up to make him snap. “Does she?”

You murmur Walter’s name, half asleep. It’s all you can do to calm him.

Walter is all you have left in this world. Your husband is dead, and all that’s waiting outside these walls is pain, sorrow, and debts. You desperately latch onto his attention and the sliver of hope he gives you. False hope.

August doesn’t stop. He’s determined to make his brother snap. “She moaned the loudest when I was inside of her,” he smirks darkly when you hide your face in his brother’s chest. “Aw, don’t go all shy on me. You were all too eager to suck me off.”

“August,” Walter snarls his brother’s name. A warning to not cross a line.

“Do you have a problem, brother? If so, why did you share your sweet lamb with me?” August won’t stop. He loves to twist the knife if he gets the chance. “Why did you let me ruin her ass?”

“Because you wouldn’t stop annoying me. You shared your bitch with me and wanted me to pay you back. If you do not stop, you’ll never touch her again!”

August snorts. “You will let me have a taste whenever we are at the club.” He puts his hand on your ass and squeezes hard. “Right, baby. You will let your Auggie fuck you good and deep. Maybe I’ll breed your cunt next time too.”

You squirm in Walter’s lap. August’s words go straight to your lower half and you can't fight the wetness slowly coating your panties.

“There you go, Y/N,” August coos. “I bet that pretty pussy can’t wait to get bred.” He cups your ass with both hands. “I let them all have a look at your cum-leaking cunt next time.”

“Breeding bench,” Walter growls. His chest rumbles and you squirm even harder to rub your aching sex against the growing bulge in his pants. “We will bring one to the VIP area and give them all a good show…”

Tags in reblog.

#august walker #walter marshall #mafia au #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #Between a rock and a hard place (6)#august walker x reader #x reader #female reader

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nomsfaultau · 5 months

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Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.

(sorry for repeating a part im new to formatting ficlets)

The Lambs Wolves Wear part 4

Once the truth came out, “Tommy” was the least likely to wear the skin of his child. The shapeshifting demon slipped in and out of forms like water, powerful and sleek. To him, Tommy was nothing more than another form to play with. Discarded like a toy the demon lost interest in, like Tommy wasn't Philza's whole world. "Tommy" only ever wanted the form to manipulate humans, to appear small and vulnerable and precious. Perhaps the shape changer knew it felt like a gut punch every time Philza remembered those soft blue eyes were only a mask for the monster hiding in what used to be his youngest son.

It helped that his true form hadn’t a chance of fitting inside the home. So Philza found himself spending more and more time trapped in doors so as to force “Tommy” to a smaller, more manageable size. At least he’d learned to be more benign near the cattle and hens, though at times he stirred them into a frenzy, sharp teeth laughing at the chaos. Yet more often than not he wore a corrupted version of the real Tommy, clinging onto Philza’s hip. “Tommy” did little to suppress his four demon horns, mangled wings at time materializing to further ensnare Philza. He was often left covered in shallow scratches and a few nip marks. Nothing dangerous, mind, simply a reminder that at any point "Tommy" could rend him limb from limb.

As often as he confined himself to the home now, it had become nigh impossible to tend the fields, though “Technoblade” had taken to it with glee. The undead legions flickered between rows of grain, having declared war on the weeds. It was harder than it used to be with fewer tasks to distract himself with. Philza found himself stripped of work, the monsters stealing it so that he was left with undivided attention for them.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. But the monsters found a use for him. A flap of tattered demon wings and a small earth quake signaled “Tommy’s” return from a long day of terrorizing mortals or whatever it is he did in his free time. The door slammed open, wind rushing in a gale as a terrible eagle ripped through the home, wings smashing things off the walls and tables. Red eyes gleamed as they found Philza sitting before the fireplace, and at once it dove towards him sharply. Midair, the demon enlarged, smoothly converting from a dive to a pounce. A chimera slammed into him full force, knocking the air from Philza’s lungs. Sharp claws pinned him in place as a lion head began to butt against him roughly, goat horns jamming into his soft underbelly.

“What have I said about shapeshifting in the house, “Tommy”?” A deep growl froze Philza in place, bared fangs inches from his face. The chimera circled a few times, then flumphed into his lap, settling in. “You can’t just-“ a wing shot out, slamming across his face in retaliation. Something hot trickled down his lip. Fire glowed in the back of “Tommy’s” mouth as Philza clutched his bleeding nose. It grew brighter and brighter, “Tommy’s” hackles bristling, but Philza stubbornly tended to his injury. At least, till the lion’s maw part in jagged fangs and the fireball in the chimera’s throat threatened to devour him in flame. Philza jolted, and quickly began to pet “Tommy” with shaking hands covered in his own blood.

Bristling fur smoothed, and “Tommy” snuggled in, tearing large rips through the couch and gurgling a thing that couldn’t quite be considered a purr. “You can’t intimidate me every time you want something,” Philza said the moment his voice worked again. Each word tasted like the blood quickly beginning to coat his front.

“Of course I can,” “Tommy” rumbled. “It’s how Hell works.” The viper’s tail wrapped around his ankle, venomous fangs poised above his arteries. “I could say ‘scratch me behind the ears or I’ll poison you’ and you’ll do it.” And so Philza did, after the hiss of a snake nearly buried itself in his flesh. “Tommy” stretched, satisfied, though the viper curled around Philza remained.

“That isn’t how love works, though. If you keep being mean, I might stop loving you.”

Hellish red eyes whipped towards him, shock rounding them. “It can be revoked?” At Philza’s nod, all four of “Tommy’s” ears flattened, a snarl building in his throats. “If you stop loving me I’ll rip you apart.”

“A-and that will just ensure you’ll never get love again.”

The growl died. Confusion twisted the monster’s features, the demon trying to find a way he could threaten Philza without ‘being mean’. Or more aptly, how to weasel out of threat he couldn’t actually fulfill without losing his perceived power. The bafflement only increased exponentially, the demon becoming distraught. “How do I get something if not by force or deception?”

“Love is reciprocal. You have to give it if you want to receive it.” The demon was distrustful of the notion, squinting at Philza as if waiting for the catch. He slowly peeled off the mortal he was crushing, till Philza was face to face with a lion head, demonic eyes piercing him for truth. “That means- that means you can’t hurt me. Or threaten to, either. You have to be nice, like I’ve been to you.”

A giant paw rose, hesitated, then raked across his chest. Philza flinched, pressing back into the couch as much as he could. “Tommy” batted at him over and over, tearing Philza’s shirt and streaking light crimson scratches across his chest. The demon ignored his yelps of pain, his strength unmatched as he pinned the panicking Philza in place. He’d pushed his luck too far, and now he was going to get gutted. He should’ve never tried to set boundaries with a demon. “Stop squirming,” the chimera growled. “You’re making it hard to pet you.”

Philza grit his teeth. Nice. Warm. Fatherly. He bit out a strained smile so he couldn’t scream. “You’re playing too rough, son. You gotta be gentle with me, remember? You’re making me bleed.”

The chimera paused in its attack, frowning. “But blood is how humans bind their vows. You promised to love me, so you must bleed to keep that oath.”

That. Yeah, in retrospect that explained a lot about how cuddling with “Tommy” usually went. Philza had always ended up bruised, nipped fingers and scratch marks. “Humans can keep promises without a blood pact. In fact, that’s how most of them are done.”

“Then how will I force you to uphold it?”

“If you are kind I shall do it of my own volition.”

“Tommy’s” hackles raised. “No you won’t. You would betray me at the first opportunity.”

“Perhaps in hell. Not here.” Philza stroked “Tommy’s” muzzle and slowly began coaxing him to be more gentle. He distrusted Philza’s words, scoffing at them, but seemed willing to try so as to not lose Philza’s affection. Eventually he persuaded the demon to don a weaker, safer form, particularly after the lion head’s nuzzling started trying to bite his arms. A fox curled in his lap, happily purring as Philza ran his fingers through too-hot fur. Occasionally "Tommy" rubbed against him to show affection. Or possibly just to make sure Philza was paying attention to solely him.

“What was Hell like?” Philza asked curiously. Fishing for information was the least dangerous with "Tommy", and given how unintentionally (?) lethal he was that was saying something. But the others were far more conniving in a way the straight-forward demon was not. And Philza needed to figure out how to get his real children back as quick as possible.

The purring stopped abruptly, hackles bristling as the beast grew. Philza braced for an attack that never came. “Tommy” simply looked away from him, resting his head on his paws. “…really, really awful. That’s why I want to stay with you forever.”

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Leon, Bookstore, Marshmallow

Leon goes out in search of a book the Belle is reading so he can understand her better. Approx 1000 words of the lion being such a sweet lamb. IkePri New Years Event story!

Leon took a deep breath, steadying himself. This was it, he thought. His moment of truth. His amber gaze took in the seemingly endless shelves of books. Somewhere amidst the leather covers and gold lettering lay the book he sought. All he had to do was find it.

Well, find it and read it and understand what the Belle loved about it. But one challenge at a time, hm?

The prince adjusted his collar, uncharacteristically nervous. Then he walked down the first aisle of shelves. He wasn’t sure how these things were organized. Hopefully by title. His calloused fingers traced along the line of titles as he read through them. Cooking Herbs. Life in the Garden. A Kitchen Garden Primer . . . Ok, definitely not this shelf.

He shifted his attention to the other side. “No. No. Mmm.” Not this shelf either, Leon thought. Just a bunch of bird books. The next aisle beckoned him, the hope that perhaps her book could be found here.

It would have been so easy to give this task to a servant and simply wait for delivery, but he wanted to be the one to pick the book off the shelf. To buy it, and bring it home. He wanted every step to be him, his effort and time. Because . . . Leon cleared his throat. Focus, he thought.

“Good afternoon, sir. Did you need help finding something?”

The voice surprised him, but of course the shop would have an attendant. He turned to find an older man, his wispy white hair combed back, a smile on his face, and ink on his fingers. Leon smiled. “I am.”

The elderly bookshop owner smiled back, a kindly smile. “Do you know the title or author? If not, I can also find the book if you know what it’s about.”

“I think the title is Destined to Love? I’m not sure about the author. It’s a romance though.”

“Destined to . . .” He eyed Leon, taking in the fine clothes, the sword at his hip, the warrior’s callouses on his hands. “I do have a copy. But I must apologize, sir. I cannot sell it to you. It’s reserved and I do not know when I will receive additional shipments from Kogyoku.”

Leon’s brows rose. “It’s from Kogyoku? I didn’t know.”

“I have several other titles. Perhaps another book?” The old shopkeep gestured to a shelf on the other side of the store.

The prince shook his head. “It has to be that one.” He fixed his amber gaze on the shopkeep. There was an intensity in his eyes that he was unaware of. The weight of an emotion unacknowledged. A passion unrequited. “I need that book. Tell me what I can do to change your mind, Mister . . .?”

“Akatsuki.” The old man frowned, stroking his chin. “If I may ask, my lord, why does it matter so much to you?”

“Please, call me Leon.” He patted the old shopkeeper’s shoulder. “Have you ever wanted to know everything about someone, Mister Akatsuki?”

He nodded slowly, studying the prince’s face. “Everything?”

Leon’s smile grew. “Everything. What she likes, or doesn’t like. The thoughts she has when she smiles. What makes her frown. Her favorite color. The perfume she wears. Her dreams.” His voice was gentle and full of warmth, a purr of pleasure just thinking about the Belle. He could see her in his mind’s eye, curled up in a garden chair, book open in her lap.

“And this book will teach you these things?” Akatsuki looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

“It will teach me something. She is reading Destined to Love now, and she smiles so happily when she does. Yesterday, when she closed it, she held the book to her chest for a moment and looked so - so beautiful.” Leon took a breath, his heartbeat speeding at just the memory.

The old shopkeeper had a twinkle in his eyes as he pursed his lips. “Was she now? That sounds about right.” He sighed and tugged at his chin. “I suppose there’s no help for it then.”

“No help?” The prince wasn’t sure what Akatsuki meant. “Please. I need that book. There must be some way to -”

“Come here.” The old man gestured for Leon to follow. He took him to a backroom where several wood boxes sat in tall, narrow stacks. “I need these out on the floor and open. Start with that pile there.” He pointed. “I’ll tell you where they go.”

Leon grinned. “Thank you so much, Mister Akatsuki! You have no idea how much this means to me.” He pulled the shopkeep into a hug, surprising the old man.

Akatsuki chuckled and patted his back. “See if you thank me in an hour, hm?”

The prince set out every crate, opening each one. It was no easy task and he was sweating under his fine coat ten minutes in. An hour in, his arms started to ache. Two hours later, as he set out the last crate, his muscles felt tight and hot. This kind of lifting was nothing like swordplay or horse riding, and he was pretty sure he’d be stiff tomorrow. But it was worth it.

He grinned at Akatsuki as he set pried the last crate open. “What’s next?”

The old shopkeeper laughed. “Energetic, aren’t you? But I’m afraid that’s all I need help with today.” He fished a thick book from his apron pocket. The cover was dark leather, the words inscribed in silver along with a trail of falling cherry blossoms. Destined to Love. “I believe this is the wage we agreed to?”

Leon pushed his hair back from his face and used his sleeve to wipe away the sheen of sweat. “You have no idea how much this means. Thank you so much.” He was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

Akatsuki smiled back, the creases beside his eyes crinkling. “Just remember, the sum of what a woman wants cannot be contained in any single book. Talk to her. Listen to her. Treat her like a princess.”

“Better, even.” Leon took the book reverently. It was thick and heavy in his hand, weighted with more than just the freight of its cover and pages. “Thank you again!” He hurried from the shop, his heart singing.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri leon #leon dompteur #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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methylphenidate-already-taken · 8 months

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A dragon keeping their finest treasure (a prey) safe and warm in their tum? I've always really liked the concept of being kept safe in a belly by such a 'greedy' being.

Yes yes yes 1000% yes

You're tapping into another part of my brain that may or may not like object vore.

Im just gonna,,

You watch as the gemstone slides down your captor's throat... which would be a boringly long wait with their cartoonishly large neck, but you find yourself fixated the whole time.

Things could be worse. The Dragon, whom you have decided to name Glut (short for gluttony; it's not too creative, but it works), had taken good care of you. You can feel the sunlight on supervised outings in the fields near their den. They even bring you home a lamb every few days and wood so you can make a fire and roast it. This was after you refused to eat... erm, any bipedal meat. Most importantly, though, they keep you warm at night.

It returns to that damn gemstone, an opal, now deposited in Glut's stomach with a content gurgle. Glut doesn't eat every treasure they get: only the most precious, and in this case, fragile, pieces. Opal cracks if it's not kept moist. It's why opal jewelry needs to be worn often.

At first, you thought it was because you were fragile, prone to freezing at night, surrounded by the rocky cave walls. You believed that Glut swallowed you up most nights only to prevent hypothermia. He made it very clear that the few precious pieces in there with you were not meant to be touched.

Not that you could see any of them. You could barely see your hands in front of you. The only break from the darkness was yet another part of the dragon, just a slight glow, barely visible unless you squint, from Glut’s burning fire inside. That was until a crystal ball became one of their many treasures. It glowed, allowing you to see, and appreciate the treasure inside. Once Gult understood you really did see the value, you were allowed to move things around.

"Getting lost in thought now, are we?"

Glut's low, rumbling voice practically shook the cave walls; you could almost feel it in your bones. They sounded so amused, and you're sure if they had an eyebrow, they'd be cocking it. However, when you open your mouth to apologize, their jaws quickly descend upon you.

You know it's safe. You always know it's safe. That split second still makes your heart stop every time, though. Glut is quick to gently gulp you down, as if handling any of their other fragiles. Their razor-sharp teeth pinned your ankles but didn't even break the skin. Sometimes you wondered if that was physical or if magical intervention was involved in keeping you intact.

There's never too much time to think of it when you're getting eaten alive. You can feel gravity shift as they lift their head up, using the force to aid with your descent. Inside is hot, cramped and... You've grown used to the sensation of the firm muscle pulling you deeper and deeper into the beast. At least they were soft; at least it made Glut happy. You wished they wouldn't swallow you head-first so much, though...

It didn't matter in the end, because no matter how much you squirmed and fought for freedom, you never got it, so the short ride, and particularly it's ending, had become somewhat calming. Maybe. Your brain had trouble coming to terms with that.

Before you know it, pressure rolls up your body as you pass the Dragon's neck, then, an even tighter squeeze before you sink into their stomach with a harmless gurgle. Glut hums contently at your annoyed kick. They had agreed to give you a warning first.

"Oh don't give me that~" Glut purrs. They got back to picking up another one of their precious treasures, poking their forked tongue out at the pretty colours. They were a dork in the end, really. "I saw that look you were giving my neck, you were practically begging to go in with just your eyes. It was impressive~."

You feel the chamber around you shake with Glut's warm laugh, and you smile. At this point, you're a master at not getting smothered by any treasure that slides around with all that movement. You've settled right in, in fact.

Today, though, you don't have to worry about that too much. Most of their prized possessions aside from the opal and that same crystal ball are in their broad pouch, a calmer fleshy compartment adjacent to you in their warm stomach. It was less slimy, gurgly, and gross, really, but that meant it was less personal. Something about being squished and moved by the warm flesh of Glut's strong gut felt right. You weren't their young, you don't belong in that pouch, you're something unique, and you both knew deep down Glut's stomach was where you were meant to be. The crystal ball and the gemstone are warm as they press into you when the stomach walls squeeze you tightly. Glut wasn't laying down, so that was a hug directly from the Dragon's contented stomach.

You used to just think you were in here because you were fragile. Glut just wanted you well preserved. That's still the case, of course. Right now, though, not only is Glut keeping you warm and protected, Glut is prepping to move for the winter. Just a few mountain ranges over, so they can be by the hot springs.

They've eaten you just now to take you with them—their most precious treasure.

#Wake up babes new oc just dropped #safe vore #soft vore #vore talk #extreme cuddling #dragon pred #I did not expect to get into that like I did. damn

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Seraph of the End x reader… and playing with their ears/fangs!

I can’t be the only weirdo on here obsessed with pointy ears and vampire fangs, can i? There really isn’t enough content acknowledging how attractive pointy ears and fangs are (unless it involves biting!). But maybe that’s just me. Sorry for the long-ass post, but i added some mini one-shots into the mix this time! And, holy SHIT i did NOT expect to discover a talent for writing suggestive xReader oneshots.

Tw: some rather ✨suggestive✨ Content. 16+

Hoo boy, i love being lazy and nabbing images off pinterest and google-

Ferid Bathory

🤍♦️This bastard loves it when you play with his ears. They’re surprisingly sensitive; Just a little bit of rubbing is enough to make him a blushing mess! He’s gonna make some pretty sus noises, too. Are you really all that surprised?

🤍♦️ “Little lamb, just what do you think you’re doing?” He asks, as you reach for one of his long, pointed ears.

“I just want to touch your ears,” You chirp happily, unfazed by his sharp and curious stare.

“now what made you want to do tha~ aht~? ah~!” He sighs as you gently fondle his ear.

You freeze, not sure what to make of his reaction. Is he pretending, perhaps? Could this be a playful act? The blush creeping up his regal cheeks certainly seems genuine enough.

Ferid clears his throat. “Please… please continue,” he says in a shaky tone.

You carefully continue to rub his ear. The vampire noble seems to enjoy this attention immensely.

“ahh~ mmm, yes~ that feels nice~” he chuckles, and pulls you closer. His thin, crafty arms snake their way around your waist as he begins to pepper your face with soft kisses. Your free hand reaches up to play with his other ear. His melodious sighs get louder. The sly noble kisses his way down your jawline, to your soft, warm neck. The feeling of his cold lips on your sensitive neck draws a gentle moan from you. “Ah~ M- master Ferid~” you whine. As you rub his pointed ears a bit harder, you hear the familiar sound of his low, seductive purr. You know exactly what you’re in for, and there’s no escaping your fate now.

🤍♦️aaaaaaanyway… If you decide to stick your fingers in his mouth to fondle his fangs, he’s going to bite you. That’s just how he rolls. Why would you put your hand anywhere near his mouth if you didn’t want to be bitten? Aside from that, he also really enjoys having his fangs rubbed. They’re incredibly sensitive, hence why biting people feels so good. Get ready for more suggestive noises on his part, it just feels so good!

Lacus Welt

💜✨ Lots of protesting, until you actually manage to get ahold of his ear. Then he’s gonna melt into your touch like a little vampire puddle. Lacus is all about the pleasure, so it makes sense that he’d love to have you fondling his ears.

💜✨ “Cut it out!” He protests.

“Oh come on,” you sulk, “I just want to touch your ears! They’re so cool!”

“But WHY?” He demands. “What is so special about my ears that makes you feel the need to touch them?”

“I dunno. They’re just neat and I wanna touch them!” Successfully breaking past his defenses, you grab hold of his ear. It’s soft, and cold to the touch, just like the rest of him.

“Damn it, aren’t you supposed to listen to whatever I say?” He begins, “You insolent little-”

His speech falters as you begin to rub his ear between two of your fingers. Lacus freezes, and his eyes go wide. The purple-haired vampire hasn’t needed to breathe in several centuries, but he finds himself panting as his face flushes with this wonderful new feeling. He leans into your touch, wanting more.

“I thought you didn’t want me to touch your ears~?” You tease him.

“Shut up and keep going,” he commands. You happily oblige him. Within minutes, his head is on your lap. Whenever he isn’t moaning in delight, he’s purring loudly. He keeps a firm grip on your thigh the entire time. It’s quite clear to you that he enjoys what you’re doing.

Your brain graces you with what you think is an excellent idea. You gently guide his head up so his chin is resting on your shoulder. Hearing his delightful moans as such close proximity is really starting to turn you on.

“Wha~ what are you doing~?” He asks.

A loud groan escapes his lips as you nibble on his ear. You run your tongue along the top edge, and he grabs onto your shoulders with a shaky death grip. He’s leaning close, so close to you, as if he’s trying to fuse your bodies. His shaky panting and frenzied moaning have you feeling rather ‘hot and bothered’, so to speak.

💜✨ Very confused if you try to stick your fingers in his mouth, and will probably bite you. Once you start touching those sensitive fangs, however, he’s addicted. He’ll randomly grab your hand and start nibbling on your fingers to get you to rub them.

Rene Simm

🖤♦️ One of the least dramatic reactions out there. He’ll look at you with a “what the fuck are you doing?” expression. Once you start fondling his ears, the only sign that he likes it is the blush on his face and his low purring. He might close his eyes and sigh, if he’s in a particularly relaxed mood.

🖤♦️ “What the hell do you think you’re doing, livestock?” The emo vampire gives you a tired, questioning look.

“I just want to touch your ears,” you explain.

“Why?” He asks.

You shrug. “They’re just pretty.”

He gives an amused snort. His ears, pretty? Why his ears, of all things? He’ll never understand humans and their weird interests.

You gently rub his ear, and he lets out a surprised grunt. What is this strange warmth fluttering in his stomach? It feels so nice…

You chuckle as you hear him start to purr. He looks away from you, staring off into the distance, and his face flushes bright red. “such a tsundere,” you chide him. “Why can you never just admit that you like my attention? Your purring is a dead giveaway.”

“Shut it, livestock.” He growls.

You move closer, turning his head towards you so that you can reach his other ear. His tired eyes seem to stare directly into your soul, but that adorable blush and his non-stop purring offset his intimidating aura. Not that you were ever really intimidated by him. To you, he was just your cute little emo vampire.

Rene closes his eyes; a slight sigh escapes his lips, barely more than a light exhale. But coming from Rene, this kind of expression was like a loud cry of pleasure.

“Just admit that it feels good,” you say smugly.

“Never.” The word comes out airily, almost a sigh in itself. The dark-haired vampire is in absolute ecstasy, but no casual observer would ever be able to tell just from looking at him. Only you, who seated yourself close enough to hear his quiet sighs and deep purring, could tell how much he was enjoying himself.

🖤♦️ If you decide to try touching his fangs, he’ll simply give you the most tired, done-with-your-shit look you’ve ever received. His expression will soften as you proceed to toy with his highly sensitive fangs. Oh, and he’ll purr for you. Cute, huh?

Urd Geales

💡He’s startled, for sure. I mean, you just reached up and started molesting his ears! And it felt good! He struggles to keep his composure, but he struggles in vain. Your soft fingers feel so good on his sensitive ears! Better not try it in public, though. If anyone else is around, he’ll promptly smack your hand away. He has a reputation to maintain, after all.

💡 “Aahhh~ very nice, (y/n).” The second progenitor’s relaxed purrs fill the room as you massage his tense shoulders. His scarlet eyes are closed, and a small smile resides on his calm, picture-perfect face.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, darling.” You smile. As you watch him sigh and roll his shoulders to your touch, you find yourself staring at his long, pointed ears. You feel a sudden temptation, and reach to grab them.

“What are you- Ohhh~!” Urd groans as he feels your fingers set to work on his ears. He hadn’t even realized how sensitive they were. How could something so simple feel so lovely?

“Does that feel good?” You chuckle. His rich, gentle purring returns tenfold as he leans back into your touch.

“ahhhh~” he sighs, “yes~ very much so~”

A sweet blush decorates his gorgeous, tan cheeks as he sighs your name. Such a soft sigh; barely more than a whisper, but easily heard in the quiet and secluded bedroom you two were currently sharing. When it’s just the two of you, it’s strikingly easy to get Mr. haughty-rules-lawyer to melt like putty in your hands.

His cold, elegant body is leaning against your figure; his head resting against your chest. As you rub those pretty, pointed ears of his harder and harder, his breathing becomes more erratic. His moans increase in volume and frequency.

“a- ahh~! Oh, (y- y/n)~ aah~!” He pants heavily. “Ohhhhhh~!”

He opens his eyes and looks up at you. Such a wonderful expression! His mouth slightly agape, revealing his sharp, white fangs. His intelligent ruby-red eyes trained on you, slit pupils dilated to their fullest extent. Every inch of his face shows how much he enjoys what you’re doing.

You can’t help but smile at him. “you look exquisite like this, my darling~”

💡As for his fangs… He is SO confused as to why in the world you’re trying to stick your fingers in his mouth. He’s not gonna bite you, just sit there and look at you like: “what in the world are you doing?” Like all the others, his fangs are so fricking sensitive. He will melt into your arms like mercury at room temperature.

Ky Luc

🔹🤎Will absolutely let you touch his ears. He’s down to try pretty much anything! His curiosity knows no bounds. Once he finds out it feels good, he’ll definitely want you to play with his ears more often. He loves it when you giggle and coo over him while you do it.

🔹🤎 “You want to touch my ears?” Ky Luc peers at you curiously. You nod.

“A strange request,” he hums, “but easily granted.”

The fifth progenitor leans his face close to yours; his intelligent crimson eyes have a playful sparkle to them. He’s interested as to why you want to give attention to his ears, of all things. Surely there are more interesting parts of his body to touch, right? Humans are such curious creatures!

You reach up to fondle his sharply pointed ears. They’re cold, like the rest of his body, but oh so soft! You amuse yourself by playing with them a bit more: tugging on them, rubbing their pointed tips, gently running your thumb along their edges.

You giggle as your vampire darling begins purring loudly, and nuzzling into one of your hands. His eyes close, and he sighs contentedly.

“You know, they say curiosity killed the cat. but…” Ky moans in delight, “Aah~! It seems to only lead to good things for me!”

“The full saying is ‘curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back,’” you explain.

“Mmmm~ but still,” he purrs, “In my case, curiosity never killed the cat in the first place!”

“Don’t worry,” you chuckle, “I’m sure one of these days you’ll pay for sticking your hand into random boxes.”

An idea strikes you, and you decide to entertain it. You gently pull the loudly purring vampire closer, and start nibbling the tip of his ear. You hear a sharp gasp, followed by a long, drawn-out groan. “Ohhhhh~! That feels good~!” He exclaims, “Mmmmmm~ Wonderful~!”

“Would you like me to keep going~?” You murmur into his ear.

“Aah~! Yes please~!” He sighs.

🔹🤎 He’ll let you touch his fangs. He’ll be a little weirded out as to why you want to stick your fingers in his mouth, but his curiosity will get the better of him. It’s a little strange, but at least it feels good!

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altheneum-writings · 1 year

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HIHI

idk if I’m requesting in the right box but here goes nothing

can I have some cotl narinder x reader hcs? :)

I see u want your hubby 👀👀 AIGHT LEMME JUST-

Narinder/The one who waits headcanons

GENERAL:

🌑Narinder was always the middle child of the bishops 🌑goes by he/him and sometimes they/them 🌑Always whiny for attention and his siblings make a tease of him for it but he wouldn't admit it 🌑Deeply cares for his siblings, even after his exile, he always thinks of them. it's just that his pride and greed clouded his love 🌑He has this deep russian accent that can either be intimidating and scary or soft and calming, you can't stop me from thinking so 🌑he purrs, he taught everyone how to purr because they were mesmerized with how he seems to be the only one that do it properly 🌑He and Heket always fight but he's always the one who makes up for it, Narinder is also the one who sometimes helps Heket with her farms in her realm 🌑he has a really fluffy tail he hides, it's quite untamed after a long while in his exile 🌑while the lamb did take his crown and title, Narinder is the best at manipulation, who says Lamb is in control when death is still nearby with all his might? 🌑he's quite the charmer when he talks, at first he is silent but whenever he does speak, he somehow has a really professional charm put in his talks. almost like he was still a god of his people. 🌑once a god, always a god.

PLATONIC:

🌑Narinder has a lot of trust issues with almost everyone in the cult, so for you to gain his eye and title of being his friend, you're quite the lucky one 🌑He'd do half everything/anything for his friends and secretly casts protection spells or talismans upon them and their home, in hopes they'll be safe and sound 🌑protective, not too much since he knows his lamb's cult is strong enough to take care of itself, but still. he knows how mortal lives are fleeting to the core, let him be protective of something just this once. 🌑he calls you "dear follower, dearest follower, my friend, dear friend" 🌑the cult + lamb secretly ship the both of you because of your chemistry, Narinder knows this and scolds them lightheartedly, it grew to stop soon as you had a partner of your own. 🌑he's the type of bestie who judges your crush/partner closely, if they as so hurt you in any way, he'll ask (manipulate) the Lamb to simply murder them in the most brutal way possible 🌑if you were to ask him to travel with you, he'd say "yes, I will" before you even start asking

SPICY/ROMANTIC:

🌑 He's the one with the pants of this relationship, he just know how to make you melt in his hands (paws?) just with his voice

🌑 Teases you about it as well, he loves seeing your face get really red

🌑 Narinder loves going on walks with you in his siblings' realms, taking the time to know about you and maybe know more about the realms he used to love.

🌑 in the woods, in a small clearing where the moonlight gently hits, Narinder asks you for a dance under the moon, whether you're good at dancing or not, Narinder would always love to dance with you no matter what

🌑 in the lake is where you two would often do your "business" around, of course you both also do it in a hot spring when no one is around.

🌑 and when Narinder is desperate? he's taking you in the woods or in his tent, uncaring if the other members can hear you guys

🌑 he loves cooking with you, Narinder isn't great at cooking so for you to teach him is quite the pleasant sight to see. he loves it when you're hard-working, he admires you for it

🌑 Narinder is always so soft and gentle around you when you two are unclothed, you too have scars, little or not. he'd always ask how you got them and he always made sure he loved every part of you

🌑 Narinder particularly doesn't care about appearances but when he sees the fact you have stretch marks because you're chubby? he's gonna plant his face upon your belly and ppuuuuuurrrrrrr

🌑 also, he may have a tad bit of corruption kink, so if you dressed all nice and innocent, he might try and take you somewhere more private.

that's all I have! I hope you're happy with this!

#narinder #the one who waits #cult of the lamb x reader #cult of the lamb #cotl x reader #cotl

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enigmatist17 · 2 months

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My Sanctuary (Part 2)

Part 1 3 4

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His dear Cecily has already gone, and the lamb with the heart of a wolf seems to know what has transpired to him. William sighs as he scans her room once more before stepping backward into a blood-soaked hallway, disappointed but not terribly surprised. The unseeing eyes of Cecily's former maids stared up at him as the fledgling traveled back to the main hall, where his new family circled familiar partygoers like sharks on land, his beloved sire giggling as she pulled and poked whoever was closest.

"W-William, please, call them off." One begged, a former friend who had laughed and jeered that fateful night, trembling like a leaf when William vaulted over the upper railing with ease, landing with a thud mere feet away.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Show them your pretty face~" Drusilla cooed, appearing beside William as he dragged the beggar closer to him with a grin. The man watched as William's face changed to that of a demon, letting out a strangled scream before fangs dug into his neck, draining him dry in a matter of minutes. The thrill of the kill made William feel like he could take on the world as he dropped the corpse, the fear rolling off the people before him so damn delicious as he looked for the next one to kill. A maid with brown hair is the one he lands on, memories of her laughing and mocking his name flashing through his mind like lightning, and she lets out a terrified noise when Darla appears behind her and grabs her arm.

You should be known as William the Bloody for your bloody awful poetry!

"Have fun, little pet, but hurry; we're quite hungry." Darla purred as she dropped the woman to her knees before the newest addition to the Whirlwind; William was too focused on the woman in front of him to notice the proud smile on her lips. "They're always so eager aren't they?"

"Aye, it's funny." Angelus purrs from his seat on a plush couch, patient as he watches William pull out something from his pocket. "Come girls, our boy is about to have his fun."

"Oh, Daddy, it's wonderful~!" Drusilla hummed as she crossed the floor, kneeling at Angelus' feet, while Darla sat at his side, looking amused. The three watched William circle the woman who begged for her life, her hands clasped as if in prayer, when he stopped right in front of her with a grin.

The screams don't mask the cracking of bone as William drives a rail spike through the woman's forehead, driving it in with his thumb until it's fully embedded in her skull. Drusilla begins to laugh as her childe reveals more rail spikes in his hands, flinging himself into the rounded-up humans as they try to run for their lives, the older vampires doing little more than keeping everyone in the house as William went on his spree. He's just killed another by driving spikes into the man's eyes when the sound slowly fades, the man staying upright instead of toppling over.

Was it worth it?

William blinked, pulling back with a cautious growl. He jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, a woman with her snapped neck locked her head at an unnatural angle, staring at him with a grin.

Did it make you a better hunter, killing us like pigs in a pen?

'Wait -" Another set of hands grip one of his legs, another person he'd killed in his frenzy looking up with eyes he'd gouged out.

We had families, lovers, and you took us from them !

"This isn't happening; you can't—" A pair of hands wrap around his throat, and William is eye to eye with an old friend he'd forgotten had been there. The other pulls out a rail spike lodged in his temple with a lopsided grin, raising his arm and bringing the spike right for William's wide eyes.

You'll suffer for eternity

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Modern Day

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The first thing Spike is aware of is that he's falling, his body hitting a carpeted surface with a thud. He takes in great lungfuls of air and scans the area around him, curling in on himself a little as gratefully, no one is nearby. He can still smell the blood and the fear from his dream, or was it a memory? It took longer than Spike wanted to admit to realize he wasn't back in Cecily's home but rather some strange hotel room he was unfamiliar with, the vampire slowly moving up and onto his feet. He's fed at some point, the black pinpricks that dotted his vision lately barely visible as Spike straightens, a familiar taste he can't name still lingering on his tongue. The sun is on its last legs before setting for the day, Spike is able to peek out at a city that is as familiar as it is lost to him, naming a jumbled mess in his mind as he stares at a rooftop before pulling the curtain closed. He makes it to some living room before the voices rush over him again, the man falling to his knees as he presses his hands over his ears, tears threatening to fall as they scream at him.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." The mantra falls to deaf ears as Spike curls in on himself, bile threatening to force its way out of his throat when suddenly, salvation arrives. A gentle hand rests itself on Spike's back, slowly running up and down in a comforting gesture, the voices seeming to realize Spike was no longer alone and fading back to that silence that settled in Spike's bones. He crouches like that for a time, letting the comforting touch make the world stop for as long as it could, eventually moving so he was on his knees.

Is it going to burn?

"Are you alright?" This voice he knows, one that usually meant pain or a general bad time, but soft in a way he couldn't recall ever hearing before. Spike wants to ask, ask so many questions, but finds the words shrivel up and die in his throat, so he remains silent as he stares at the floor. He hears the other adjust before going still once more, sitting beside him Spike realizes, before it fills the air.

Blood, oh he was so hungry. "You've been asleep for a while, you must be hungry." Spike feels his face shift as he turns, golden eyes meeting dark hazel before Spike looks him over, an arm extended with its wrist dripping with blood.

"I'm allowed?"

"As much as you need." The offer should be raising his hackles, but Spike reaches forward to grab his arm, fangs extending and piercing the wound with a quiet growl. Angelus had never shared his blood with anyone besides Darla on the regular, Drusilla when she sired, and Spike once after he'd been brutally attacked defending their ladies.

He'd thrummed with power for almost a week after that, hoping he'd taste it again one day.

Yet here he was, drinking deep from his grandsire like he was the last source of blood in the world, waiting for some pain from taking something he bloody well didn't deserve, for the familiar Angelus growl before he's tossed out of the closest window. No, Angel encourages him, only moving so Spike can sag against him, his free hand resting on the back of his neck as Spike drinks.

YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE CONTENT

Angel jumps when Spike rockets back and away from him, blue eyes flashing wildly as he scrambles away until he hits the back of a couch, his entire body trembling as he clamps a hand over his bloodstained mouth. They've come back, and he can see bodies with missing limbs and others who are merely skeletons all over them, dead by his greedy hands, and he cowers.

The Slayer of Slayers, trembling in fear as his soul turns on him with the anger of thousands.

"They're not there." Angel appears, placing himself between Spike and all those who want to harm him. Those dark eyes that no longer held malice kept Spike's frantic gaze, and the bigger figure slowly moved closer until he put his arms around Spike protectively.

"I killed them all." He whimpers, clinging to the vessel of safety before him. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, so very very sorry..."

"I know you are." Angel carefully slips an arm under Spike's knees, easily hoisting the man up and into his arms. "You're okay."

"It'll never be alright, never." Spike trembles as they walk through his former victims, out of the room he'd been in and down an aged hallway, where the ghosts don't seem to follow. Angel takes him to his room; the information pokes at Spike's addled brain, the suite almost a mirror image of his own with additions, like floor-to-ceiling bookshelves crammed full of what had to be hundreds of books. They all smell of old age, along with a scent Spike is not familiar with, other things like a motorcycle jacket and intricate dagger on a coffee table all covered with it as he's set down on a plush couch. "Sire?"

"I'm in the middle of work, and left you alone too long." Angel merely replies, looking into those exhausted blue eyes. "Are you still hungry?"

"Yes, but I dare not feed."

"You need to." Blue eyes flicker around the suite, looking for some hidden danger before his face shifts. "Good." Grabbing the book he'd been rifling through, Angel sits on the couch and holds out his wrist once again, his childe latching on without prompting. He gets through a few pages before Spike withdraws, scooting to the furthest spot on the couch before he hugs his legs to his chest, just watching the elder with a neutral expression. Angel knows he's curious as he is wary, though judging by the glaze overtaking his eyes, Spike was losing control of the present and slipping to wherever his mind decided was most important. The muttering starts up when Spike rests his forehead on his knees, the variety of languages he'd learned over the years slipping in and out without his conscious thought like they had two days prior in the foyer. Angel continues his work, noting a few things on paper for his client, while Spike's muttering fills the air, and he glances over when he finally stops talking.

He's asleep, curled on his side with his vampiric face predominant, and Angel shakes off his coat to drape it over the sleeping man. It's how Wesley finds them when he trudges into the room after a long reconnaissance mission some hours later, freezing by the front door with a slightly panicked look.

"Sorry, I got caught up in work, and he woke up." Angel gave a small smile as he stood, Spike not reacting as Wesley cautiously heads for the kitchen.

"Is he alright?" Seeing the larger-than-life vampire so small was strange, almost like a child under Angel's coat.

"No." Wesley had known Angel long enough to know when he was biting back some particularly powerful emotions, but he doesn't push. "Not sure how long he'll sleep this time."

"Mhm, two days was a surprise." Wesley pops his dinner into the microwave, leaning against the counter with a stretch. "Do you think he'd mind company?"

"Company?" Wesley couldn't help the small smile that graced his face at those big, confused eyes, motioning with his index finger for Angel to join him.

"Yes, whenever you're out, would it be wise to have someone with him? While I doubt he'd make it outside, having him wander the halls of an unfamiliar building may not help his healing process." Angel moves closer to the other, drawing Wesley into a deep kiss as the question turns in his mind.

"Maybe, at least after we get his hunger sated," Angel replied when they parted, brushing a hand against Wes's flushed cheek with his smile. "I'm not sure how long he's gone without, and he may unintentionally hurt one of you."

"T-That is a wise idea." Wesley cleared his throat, the ding of the microwave breaking the two fully apart. "Do you still want to help finish this case, or help him?"

"I can do both, did you end up tracking down the target?"

"I did, across the city in the warehouse district." Wesley nodded, shifting into investigator mode as he pulled out a city map from inside his coat, using the kitchen counter as a surface to point out what he'd seen to Angel. When it's decided where Angel is going to go, the vampire turns to check on Spike and moves him back into his suite, only to find the couch empty and the door to their room wide open.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

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Angel's coat is like a set of armor, Spike thinks to himself, as he wanders the seemingly neverending hallways. No ghosts have snuck up on him now, and no screaming as he holds the leather tight around himself as if knowing the coat belonged to the great forehead himself.

Oh, that was rude, wasn't it?

He's debating whether or not his mental insult was rude when a nervous squeak stops him; Spike sniffs the air before turning to his right, spotting a door that wasn't quite closed all the way. Big eyes are watching him with a mixture of emotions he can't place, and he looks at them until the door slowly cracks open further, revealing a rather small woman. She's got slightly wet long brown hair in a messy bun, oversized glasses that seem to make her even smaller, and is clad in a plain set of pj's with some essentials bag clutched in her hands.

"Y-You're Spike." Her voice is taut with anxiety, but the undercurrent is pure curiosity, and the scientist watches the vampire tilt his head a little bit before he starts giggling.

"That's the question innit?"

"Oh...w-well, if you're not Spike, t-then who are you?" Blue eyes fill with confusion, and she watches Spike giggle to himself again after a moment.

"Dunno. Who are you?"

"I'm Fred, Fred Burkle."

"Fred Fred Burkle? Huh."

"N-No, just one Fred." Spike raises his scarred eyebrow but says nothing else as she slowly exits the bathroom she'd been using.

"What is one Fred doing?" His voice has suddenly lost its Cockney accent, and the Texan has to bite back a squeak.

"M-My shower is broken, so I was usin' this one. I'm gonna go and watch somethin', and then, uh, sleep?" Spike seems to have trouble following what she's said, and despite knowing he wasn't exactly all there, she holds out her hand. "You look a little lonely. Do you want to join me?"

"A Lady offering a hand for a Monster?" Spike looks away from her, crouching down in the middle of the floor with a huff. "She deserves to be safe, not in danger, not with me, yet her hand holds in the air..."

"I don't think you're so scary." Fred kneels down, wondering if he was even registering her presence. "Never been called a lady before, makes me feel all fancy."

"You are a lovely one, Miss." The soft voice is back, those eyes less piercing and more bashful if she had to say. "I do not understand why no one has said that to you."

"Well, I-I have been gone a real long time, but you can i-if you'd like. Get me all caught up and such." She smiles, offering her hand once more to be accepted this time, bringing Spike back up on his feet. His arm shifts so it's bent 90 degrees, and she links her arm with his before leading Spike to her room. Despite hearing he was supposed to be out of his mind, Spike is awfully quiet as he escorts her down the hall, sometimes muttering something about dresses that Fred can't catch. He does pause for a moment when she opens her door, but the flash of a smile has him following without complaint into a homemade from merging two regular hotel rooms into one massive one.

"Um, do you watch Passions?" That bashful look fades as Spike blinks at her, her anxiety melting when he nods. "Oh great! N-No one else here really does."

"Their loss." The Cockney returned as she headed for her couch, scooping some clothes off and out of the way so he could sit beside her. "I am a bit behind."

"Well, I can tell you everything you've missed." There's a flash of a smirk, but it's gone before she can fully look over.

"Ta, pet."

Spike does try to watch; the comforting and familiar show a great balm on his frayed nerves, but he's asleep before they get through the episode, once again burrowed under Angel's coat. Fred carefully gets up and grabs one of her favorite blankets, leaving only his face exposed as she tucks him in before returning to her show, a bit giddy that he's been so sweet to her. She's just getting to a good part when there's a polite but urgent knock on her door; Fred quickly gets up and goes to answer it before the noise could wake Spike, coming face to face with a slightly nervous-looking Angel.

"Hey Fred, I know it's late, but have you seen Spike?"

"Mhm! He's asleep on my couch, actually!" Angel stared at her with a mixture of exasperation and relief, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "He seemed a little lost, so I brought him here to watch Passions, t-though he wasn't awake long."

"He's going to be sleeping a lot, that's okay." Angel glanced at his watch with a sigh. "If I left some of my blood with you, do you think you could let him crash until I get back? I don't think he'll be too hungry, but having some in case is good."

"O-Oh, sure!" She should be surprised he already had a bag ready, feeling a little wigged out. It was warm when she took it, but she tried not to let it show.

Much

"If you need anything, call me okay?"

"Sure thing boss." With a relieved smile, Angel was gone, Fred closed the door and turned to see Spike was still in his cocoon, figuratively dead to the world as the TV droned on. The blood is left in the kitchen in a bowl, Fred washes her hands before she rejoins Spike on the couch, newly acquired popcorn her snack of choice as she catches a re-run of another show. Every so often she'd look over at the sleeping man, her curiosity slowly growing until she moved a little closer, pulling the blanket back to study his face. Angel was pale, but Spike was even more so, the errant thought of him being lost under the snow making her giggle a little before she put her hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. She frowns when she realizes how gaunt he is, or at least she thinks he is, her vampire knowledge was still on the "fill the first page of a journal" step, but she'd also been that way for five years before, so someone had to be right here.

"You poor thing, probably could drain a cow and still be hungry or somethin'." She whispered, using one finger to move some errant curls from his face. "But don't you worry, Angel is awful good at gettin' blood like, all the time, so you won't be hungry here." Spike doesn't react to her touch, and after waiting for a little while, she gets off the couch and disappears further into her room, returning with a small comb and a chair. She sets it beside the arm of the couch that was Spike's current pillow, and after fussing over where to begin, she starts to go after the multiple tangles she can see in his slightly greasy hair. A tune she couldn't name dances in her mind before she started humming, carefully shifting Spike's head so she could access some more knots with her comb. "There we are, all nice and smooth, and tangle free!"

"Mhm...thanks, luv." Fred jumped at the sleepy response, gently smacking the top of his head.

"Why wasn't that nice, scarin' me like that?" she huffed. Spike chuckled to himself before burrowing further into the blanket.

"Felt nice...liked it." Melting a little at how tired he sounded, Fred gently pat the top of his head in apology.

"Well, you get on sleepin', and I'll be on my bed." The vampire makes some vague noise, and Fred smiles to herself before clicking off the lights on the way to her bed.

He was such a sweetheart.

#angel the series #buffy the vampire slayer #spike btvs #spike #william the bloody #drusilla #darla #angelus #angel #angel btvs #wesley wyndam pryce #fred burkle #personal

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lammydraws · 9 months

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cw homoerotic stabbing, blood, suggestive (like, one line ffjfhf)

He knew about their desires. They had them for a long time, even before they ended up in this arrangement, and yet, they never indulge in them to satisfy their needs. They could have easily roped one of their many loving followers into a binding ritual, and yet they did not. Why, he wondered, but mayhaps they desired him in particular after all. The one they were devoted to, the one they swear to serve.

Valentin's weak body is trembling underneath him. A combination of pain, anticipation, and desire. The sharp blade of his dagger traces their contours, their eyes closely following it. Oh how he wants to hurt them. He already sliced them twice, once on their arm, once on their stomach. Beautiful marks of his wrath and gluttony.

He wants to indulge them. His vessel, eternal servitude. "Oh my sweet little lamb", he purrs so softly. He teases them. He knows they are hurting, but he wants to hear them beg for him. Cry for him. Confess to him.

The blade pauses on their left thigh. They suck in air through their teeth, in anticipation for what's to come. But he hesitates. This is agony. They brace themselves for the pain and yet it doesn't come.

"Lamb", their name rolling off his tongue in bitter sweetness, "You're into this, aren't you?"

They open their mouth in protest, but before their words can form he rams the blade deep into their muscle. They yelp.

"It turns you on.", he calms states, as they whimper. "You enjoy this just as much as I do."

"Go to hell", Lamb hisses between their teeth.

Since I know a lot of people will probably skip this post I will hide some additional notes down here for the brave lol

This AUs lamb is called Valentin, Val for short. They go by they/he and are trans masc :)

The AU is officially now called Diseased Heart AU, based on the purple fleece they wear. There might be more plans with this for the future.

After Narinder is done with their torture "sessions" he will take them, clean and treat their wounds and lay them to rest in his private chamber, where, only for the night, they can pretent like what happened was nothing more than a nightmarish dream. They cuddle and kiss and are sweet to each other, but as soon as the sun is back up things go back to the regular schedule.

I'm fucking obsessed with this song and it fits their dynamic perfectly: Powerwolf - Poison (Alice Cooper Cover) Maybe I will draw something based on that sometime.

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Can we get yandere alphabet with Nariender/ToWW?

Felt if I do this before the concept, I might understand the character better :)

TOWW and Narinder have their own sections. I feel they act differently. Narinder refers to him as a follower, not the bishop one. That section also is mostly HC by me, lol.

Yandere Alphabet - TOWW/Narinder

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Degrading behavior, Kidnapping, Sadism, Violence, Murder, Jealousy, Cults, Religion, Possessive behavior, Ownership.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

TOWW - TOWW isn't very affectionate. He is an immortal God of death, chained for his beliefs by his own siblings.... Affection isn't natural to him. He's uncaring but finds it funny if a long dead soul or new vessel of his wishes for affection. Perhaps he'll give it to you as a gift? TOWW prefers to watch you, but maybe he'll pick you up and hold if he likes you/you're close enough.

Narinder - Narinder loses the egotistical attutude from when he was TOWW due to losing his crown and being forced to be beside The Lamb in their cult. He's no longer immortal and is struggling with mortal life. He'd probably fall for a follower! darling. Affection is still foreign, but he's learning it now. Narinder is still a cat, so he'd probably purr and rub against his darling. He's telling you not to think much of it but it's clear he does adore you. Narinder would be moderate with affection, he's calmer than The Lamb.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

TOWW - Simple, he's the Bishop associated with death. If TOWW did not like someone around you, he'll ask for their sacrifice. If he wasn't chained, he'd easily do it himself. He can be as messy as he wants. Who's going to defy him?

Narinder - Narinder is being watched closely by The Lamb after his indoctrination. He despises other followers around you and often asks The Lamb to do something about it. The cat will get rather pissy as he isn't allowed to harm others. But if he could, he would get messy. He wants to drain their blood....

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

TOWW - Oh, of course! TOWW takes joy in cruelty. He'd trap you in the afterlife if he could, chaining you to his own prison and laughs at your situation. He would certainly mock you and those around you. In his eyes, you're his to use and own. He mocks you for trying to be dependent. He probably brought you back from the dead, if anything, you owe him.

Narinder - Narinder is softer but cruel at times. This whole love thing is a strange mortal concept. He used to find it laughable as TOWW. He may mock others around you for talking with you. Mocking you usually comes out as teasing. After abduction he's trying to understand why you make him feel strange. He'd mock you for awhile then calm it down, feeling strangely guilty afterwards. What has The Lamb's teachings done to him?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

TOWW - Yes. He feels he's entitled to all of you.

Narinder - You'd think he would, but the worst he can do is try to order you now. He's trying to learn this whole mutual affection thing but claws can really help with making you listen. So, less than TOWW, but yes he would.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

TOWW - Unfortunately, not that much. TOWW sees his darling as a toy. The idea of controlling and holding you is a delight to him. If you got hurt, he isn't too bothered. He could resurrect you. He's not done with you, not for awhile, nothing will take you away from him. There's no need to be vulnerable with you.

Narinder - Narinder knows unless The Lamb prevents it, he could lose you. When it comes to how much he bares his heart to you, in his possible words, he'd say he likes you more than he does any other mortal. He doesn't like to admit it, but he can be vulnerable with his darling as a mortal. He does care about you more than he would as TOWW.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

TOWW - It's laughable, really. He finds it funny and isn't affected much by it. You most likely have no crown due to The Lamb, so how will you hurt him?

Narinder - Strangely hurt. He's softer as a mortal but you fighting against his attempted affection angers him. He hates when you don't reciprocate. Wouldn't doubt it if he slapped you in one of Lamb's prisons himself. As you can tell, he still struggles with his ego at times.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

TOWW - Yes. Your attempts at escape are cute. However, you can't flee from the Bishop of Death.... He'll always catch up with you.

Narinder - Not really. He gets frustrated when you run now and hates it when you ignore him and try to leave. He's trying to be better, okay!?

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

TOWW - Anything can be, really. Perhaps the fact he could kill anyone around you, along with yourself, then bring you back like nothing happened? He is quite the sadist.

Narinder - Well, seeing him murder another cultist if The Lamb allows it? They are most likely your friend... which Narinder hates. That and using his claws on you. He's possessive, seeing him act on it is terrifying.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

TOWW - To be an eternal toy and soul to play with. Perhaps he'll allow you to feel the warmth of him if you're good and obedient.

Narinder - The Lamb says marriage is a good way to consummate your love... perhaps he should try it with you? Then maybe you'll accept him as your life partner.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

TOWW - No need to. He has more control over you than you think. You're forever his.

Narinder - Yes. Narinder does get jealous and possessive of his darling. He isn't the best with coping. He'd lash out at those around you the most. You're his....

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

TOWW - He mostly treats you as a toy to hold and play with. To tease you, he may rub his head against you and purr. Most of the time, he likes to watch you try to leave his prison in the after life. Aym and Baal also know better than to intrude on him and you.

Narinder - Narinder follows you around, glaring at other followers. He may even attempt to get physically affectionate as you both work in The Lamb's cult. The Lamb loves to play matchmaker. He's hesitant with affection, but tries it more and more. How dare you make him feel so... warm-

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

TOWW - Straight up steals you/your soul when you die. Then he decides he likes you and gives you some choices. He will make you live again, but you must pledge yourself to him. That, or, he keeps you here with him.... That's all you got.

Narinder - The Lamb encourages him when he first reveals his feelings by The Lamb reading his thoughts. Although, Narinder never understands how to love properly. His attempts at love and relationships seem forceful and threatening. He'd probably stalk you then try to approach you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

TOWW - Not really.

Narinder - Not really, although he is softer with you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

TOWW - Well, let me say this. TOWW has gouged Leshy's eyes, cut Heket's throat, removed Kallamar's ears, and bashed Shamura's skull. Now let me ask this... What wouldn't he do to you?

Narinder - The Lamb let's him use the prisons. Although, he would much rather use his claws to carve your skin. Perhaps his name will suffice?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

TOWW - All of them.

Narinder - As many as The Lamb will let him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

TOWW - Patient. Always waiting until your done with your resistance. Soon, with time, you'll begin to worship him.

Narinder - He's a bit more impatient as, deep down, he's scared to be alone. He's nearly nothing without his power. He had his siblings killed.... If someone wins you over, he'll be alone. This makes him less patient than when he was TOWW.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

TOWW - You won't.

Narinder - He'd probably act like he could. However, deep down, he probably won't. He'll beg The Lamb to bring you back if he has to. He didn't realize how alone he was without you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

TOWW - Not in the slightest.

Narinder - For the most part, no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

TOWW - He's mostly been a sadist due to being a Bishop of Death.

Narinder - The Lamb's teachings and his past as TOWW made him like this.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

TOWW - He takes sadistic pleasure in it.

Narinder - He feels irritated yet also a bit guilty.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

TOWW - He's a God so probably. He can keep yoy alive forever if he wished.

Narinder - He's still sort of sadistic so I'd also say probably.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

TOWW - None

Narinder - Probably surprising him with affection. He is not used to it. Although, he'll catch on to what you're doing quickly.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

TOWW - Yes.

Narinder - Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

TOWW - Worship you? Why should he worship you?

Narinder - In a way, he does feel like he worships you. You are his key to figuring out how to be mortal. But he doesn't admit it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

TOWW - Not much at all.

Narinder - He'll pine for a bit before jealousy and entitlement consume him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

TOWW - Yes.

Narinder - Yes.

#yandere cult of the lamb #yandere cotl #yandere the one who waits #yandere toww #yandere narinder

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hurtmyfavsthanks · 9 months

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Whumptember day 11

“There’s nothing else I can do” Last resort | Character death | Medical whump Content warning: implied suicide, Whumpee death. Potentially temporary death.

“Save them.”

Those were the words Whumper was greeted with as they opened their door. It was Caretaker, the persistent little thing that’d stolen Whumpee away from them, standing on their porch. They held an expression all too familiar to Whumper. There’s was a desperate, hungry face, the face of someone ready to sell their soul to the devil to fulfill their wish. Desperation, anger, resignation, all in a single expression.

Whumpee was cradled in their arms. They weren’t breathing.

There was no need for pleasantries. “I know what you can do. Whumpee told me everything,” Caretaker’s voice shook, but the anger within was clear. “Bring them back. I know you can.”

Whumper eyed the body, curiosity piqued. “Since you went through all that effort to steal them, I thought you’d take better care of my pet. What killed them this time?”

Caretaker’s glare hardened, but Whumper could see a deep, overwhelming sadness filling their eyes. Their grip on Whumpee tightened, and Whumper couldn’t help but laugh as they realized. “I see… And you want me to reverse their decision, yes? I can’t imagine they’d approve.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Caretaker responded, voice tight. “Are you going to save them or not?”

Whumper paused, considering. They could do so. Death was nothing but a temporary state of being for them, one that could be reversed as easily as it was induced. It wasn’t a matter of if they could, but if they should bother.

They looked into Caretaker’s eyes, gazing at their desperate determination. A smile crept onto Whumper’s face. “It will cost you,”

“Fine, that’s fine,” Caretaker’s response was immediate. “Money isn’t an issue.”

“What need do I have for money?” Whumper took a step forward, eyes alight with a predator’s glee. They pointed a finger towards Whumpee’s body. “I want them. If I save their life, they'll be spending whatever time remains with me.”

They weren’t surprised when Caretaker pulled away. “No! You’ve already hurt them enough. You’re the reason they're dead in the first place!”

“And I’ll be the reason they’re alive again, if you accept my officer” Whumper continued, unbothered. “They would remain dead without me; it’s only fair that they become mine once more in exchange.”

“What, so you can kill them again? No. They’d rather stay dead than that.”

“And since when did what they wanted mean anything to you? If it did, you wouldn't be here.”

“No.” Caretaker’s voice was firm, far more confident than their expression was. Whumper could see the hesitation in their eyes. After all, if they truly were unswayed, they would have simply walked away.

Whumper continued. “I was never unreasonably cruel to Whumpee. They were fed and cared for, never hurt outside of necessity. They were my assistant. A labrat at times, but a beloved one. I never killed them simply for the sake of doing so,” Whumper’s voice was a purr, smile lazy. “Isn’t returning to my care better than remaining dead? Don't they deserve another chance at life?"

Silence reigned over them for a long moment, Caretaker becoming as still as the body in their arms. They could tell Caretaker saw the words for what they were. A sweet poison, the apple in the garden, delectable yet forbidden. And yet Whumper knew that knowledge wouldn’t save them, Not with the weight of the alternative on their shoulders.

When Caretaker spoke, their voice was small and bitter. “Fine,” they hissed, trembling. “Just save them. Please.”

Whumper grinned. “I’m glad we have an understanding,” They turned, looking back at Caretaker with a raised eyebrow. “Bring them into the study, would you? I’m sure we’re both excited to begin.”

Caretaker didn’t speak. They followed, a lamb entering the lion’s den.

#now back to our regularly scheduled programming #i will get through this backlog but my priority will be following the newest prompts #this one was basically done tho so Ima post it now #whumptember 2023 #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #whump #tw: suicide #whumpee death #temporary death #necromancy #whumptember day 11 #day 11: last resort/character death

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nayialovecat · 1 year

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Roots and shoots (fragment)

Chapter 11 - Roots and shoots, vol. 9 - Anura

POV: Narinder would sneak out of the village as the Lamb left it. Lamb find out about that and demanded an explanation, so Narinder showed them where he's going. It turned out that he was visiting family: a squirrel who is raising her two cat-sons alone. This here is the conversation that resulted from that.

Yes, my Lamb can't bleat. They doesn't know many things that sheep can do, and this is the first time they is experiencing this lack. (I also try something new in english translation, I wonder if you notice.)

By the way, it's going to be an interesting tenth volume, isn't it? :]

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Chapter 11 - Roots and shoots

Lamb looked around. They noticed that Narinder was already moving away. They moved after him. He, breathing with difficulty, left the clearing where the house stood and plunged into the forest. He trembled slightly. Lamb became visible a few meters away. They was silent. He waited. They sensed that it was up to them to break the silence.

"So... You found yourself something like a family?"

"No," he snorted. "I don't feel a bond with them."

"I saw something else..."

Narinder sighed. He stopped. He looked at them. "These are cats," he announced and waited a moment. Lamb didn't understand. "The only cats in this village. Their father was a cat, but he died a long two years ago, when the younger one was still a kit drinking his mother's milk."

"Okay. Why is it a problem that there are no other cats?"

Narinder looked annoyed. But then he looked at Lamb and realized... for the first time so strongly and clearly... that they is one of a kind. There are no other sheep. They is the last one. In addition, raised by all sorts of creatures - but not other sheep. They didn't have... had no cultural identity. They had no legacy. They had nothing. Suddenly, he began to feel sorrow and sadness about this, and sympathy for Lamb....

"Well, yes, you don't understand that..." he whispered. "You don't understand... Wrath, animal species is not just diversity, it's more than that... it is... a set of traits, habits, ways of functioning... Which are passed on in families. When... when we have mixed families, still the children of a particular species are handled by the appropriate parent to pass on the important things about their common species..."

Lamb was listening.

"These toddlers... were deprived of guidance, and there are no other cats in their village. When I discovered this... I decided to teach them how to be cats, so they wouldn't lose it... Did you know that the younger one couldn't even purr?"

Lamb was silent. A flurry of thoughts slowly began in his head. Narinder sighed.

"Cultural identity is important, as is the survival of the species itself... But I understand why you don't get it... I have no special emotional bond with these cats - I help them because I don't want them to be handicapped as cats... their mother is not able to teach them that. This is my secret. I've been sneaking out because I just didn't want you to think that these are important people to me, that they are my family... they are not. With Miranda we have a clear case - we both know it very well. I help her raise her sons as cats, but between us there is only polite camaraderie."

They was still silent.

"Once I've taught them everything they need to know about their own species, I'll remove myself completely and probably never meet them again. With luck, I'll also be able to teach them to fight a little, and maybe they won't die on the first crusade they go on..."

Lamb raised his gaze. There was a strange sadness in their gaze, a strange pain. Narinder sensed what he was about to hear. "And who should teach me how to be a sheep?" they bleated quietly. They seldom bleated. They rarely went into that peculiar sheepish tone, an accent that had atrophied in him due to the fact that he had virtually no contact with other sheep. Narinder bit his lip. The answer was... unpleasant. His leader would not like it.

"Wrath, I'm really sorry..." he whispered. "I didn't want your entire species to be exterminated, really. Shamura... neither. But the others... well, that's what happened... maybe it had to happen that way... or maybe not at all. We'll never know."

Lamb remained silent. And then they slowly raised their gaze. There were some dangerous flashes in it. "Can the dead teach?" they asked.

Narinder was amazed. He didn't think his Bishop would come up with this solution so quickly. Far too quickly, in fact.

"Well... technically... why not, but..."

"So I made a decision. I had quite a few reasons before: the desire to see how the followers were doing in the hell of redemption, to bring your siblings the gifts I had prepared for them... But now... now I have another reason. I have to find out. To find out what it's like to be a sheep. How I should be a sheep."

Narinder sighed. "It will be necessary to prepare a lot of candles, a pentagram and a really decent anchor..." he sighed. If you don't destroy at least a few hell spheres along the way, it will really be a miracle..."

"Why should I destroy anything?"

"Because you'll get pissed off. You'll get pissed off as soon as you talk to any of the dead during that slaughter of the sheep. I got pissed when their tormented souls flowed past me, and as you might have noticed, I'm not one of the strongly empathetic or compassionate beings."

Lamb remained silent. After a while they sighed. "Another plan... Into the Land of the Dead I must enter anyway... But... Instead of learning there how to be a sheep... can I pull any soul back to the world of the living? But not a spirit, not a memory... Just a real soul?"

"You can't resurrect someone who died before you established the Crown and, in addition, outside your area of operations..."

"But can I summon and keep a soul?"

Narinder looked at them. There was something strange in his gaze, as if calm, a bit of derision, but mostly a taxing appraisal. Lamb endured this gaze. "Yes," announced Narinder. "I think you can do it."

"Excellent. So, when I go to the Land of the Dead, you will make all the preparations, my future high priest..."

"Aren't you already angry with me for sneaking out?"

"No. If you sneak out for the sake of your species, I understand and respect that. You don't have to sneak out, you can just go there... once a week or even twice, as you prefer."

"Once is enough."

"Just... don't forget your duties to me. That's all."

The cat bowed with gratitude. He thought: Lamb was similar to him at times, yes, but overall... quite different from him. And he think he even liked that about them.

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Rozdział 11 - Korzenie i pędy

Jagnię obejrzało się. Dostrzegło, że Narinder się już oddala. Ruszyło za nim. On, oddychając z trudem, opuścił polanę, na której stał dom i zagłębił się w las. Lekko drżał. Jagnię stało się widzialne kilka metrów dalej. Milczało. On czekał. Przeczuło, że do niego należy przerwać milczenie.

- Więc... znalazłeś sobie, jakby rodzinę?

- Nie - prychnął. - Nie czuję z nimi więzi.

- Widziałom coś innego...

Narinder westchnął. Zatrzymał się. Spojrzał na nie.

- To są koty - oznajmił i chwilę czekał. Jagnię nie zrozumiało. - Jedyne koty w tej wiosce. Ich ojciec był kotem, ale zmarł dobre dwa lata temu, kiedy młodszy był jeszcze oseskiem pijącym mleko mamy.

- Okay. Dlaczego to problem, że nie ma innych kotów?

Narinder wyglądał na zirytowanego. Ale potem spojrzał na Jagnię i zdał sobie sprawę... po raz pierwszy tak mocno i wyraźnie... że ono jest jedyne w swoim rodzaju. Nie ma innych owiec. Jest ostatnie. W dodatku wychowywane przez najróżniejsze istoty - ale nie inne owce. Nie miało... nie miało tożsamości kulturowej. Nie miało dziedzictwa. Nie miało niczego. Nagle zaczął odczuwać z tego powodu żal i smutek, i współczucie dla Jagnięcia...

- No tak, ty tego nie rozumiesz... - szepnął. - Nie rozumiesz... Wrath, gatunki zwierząt to nie jedynie różnorodność, to coś więcej... to... zespół cech, zwyczajów, sposobu funkcjonowania... które przekazywane są w rodzinach. Gdy... gdy mamy rodziny mieszane, nadal dziećmi określonego gatunku zajmuje się odpowiedni rodzic, aby przekazać istotne rzeczy dotyczące ich wspólnego gatunku...

Jagnię słuchało.

- Ta maluchy... zostały pozbawione przewodnictwa, a w ich wiosce nie ma innych kotów. Gdy to odkryłem... postanowiłem nauczyć ich, jak być kotami, aby nie zatracili tego... Czy wiesz, że młodszy nie umiał nawet mruczeć?

Jagnię milczało. W jego głowie powoli zaczynała się gonitwa myśli. Narinder westchnął.

- Tożsamość kulturowa jest istotna, tak samo, jak przetrwanie samego gatunku... ale rozumiem, czemu tego nie rozumiesz... Nie łączy mnie żadna szczególna emocjonalna więź z tymi kotami - pomagam im, bo nie chcę, aby byli upośledzeni jako koty... ich matka nie jest w stanie ich tego nauczyć. To jest mój sekret. Wymykałem się, bo właśnie nie chciałem, abyś pomyślał, że to dla mnie ważne osoby, że są moją rodziną... nie są. Z Mirandą mamy sprawę jasną - oboje doskonale o tym wiemy. Pomagam jej wychować synów na kotów, ale między nami jest tylko uprzejme koleżeństwo.

Nadal milczało.

- Gdy nauczę ich wszystkiego, co powinni wiedzieć o swoim własnym gatunku, usunę się całkowicie i pewnie nigdy więcej ich nie spotkam. Przy odrobinie szczęścia zdołam też nauczyć ich nieco walczyć i może nie zginą podczas pierwszej krucjaty, na którą się wybiorą...

Jagnię podniosło wzrok. W jego spojrzeniu był dziwny smutek, dziwny ból. Narinder przeczuł, co zaraz usłyszy.

- A kto ma mnie nauczyć, jak być owcą? - zabeczał cicho.

Rzadko beczał. Rzadko wchodził w ten specyficzny, owczy ton, akcent, który zaniknął w nim przez to, że nie miał praktycznie doczynienia z innymi owcami. Narinder przygryzł usta. Odpowiedź była... przykra. Nie spodoba się jego liderowi.

- Wrath, naprawdę mi przykro... - szepnął. - Nie chciałem, żeby eksterminowano cały twój gatunek, naprawdę. Shamura... też nie. Ale inni... cóż, tak się stało... może tak się musiało stać... a może wcale nie. Nie dowiemy się.

Jagnię milczało. A potem powoli podniosło wzrok. Były w nim jakieś niebezpieczne błyski.

- Czy zmarli mogą nauczać? - zapytało.

Narinder zdumiał się. Nie sądził, że jego Biskup tak szybko wpadnie na to rozwiązanie. Zdecydowanie za szybko.

- Cóż... technicznie... czemu nie, ale...

- Podjęłom więc decyzję. Miałom już dosyć sporo powodów wcześniej: chęć sprawdzenia, jak sobie radzą wyznawcy w piekle odkipienia, zanieść twojemu rodzeństwu prezenty, które dla nich przygotowałom... lecz teraz... teraz mam jeszcze jeden powód. Ja muszę się dowiedzieć. Dowiedzieć, jak to jest być owcą. Jak powinnom być owcą.

Narinder westchnął.

- Będzie trzeba przygotować dużo świec, pentagram i naprawdę porządną kotwicę... - westchnął. - Jeśli nie rozwalisz co najmniej kilku sfer piekielnych po drodze, to naprawdę będzie cud...

- Czemu miałobym coś rozwalać?

- Bo się wkurzysz. Wkurzysz się, gdy tylko porozmawiasz z którąkolwiek ze zmarłych w czasie tamtej rzezi owiec. Ja się wkurzałem, gdy ich umęczone dusze przepływały obok mnie, a jak mogłeś zauważyć, nie należę do silnie empatycznych czy współczujących osób.

Jagnię milczało. Po chwili westchnęło.

- Inny plan... Do Krainy Zmarłych muszę wejść tak czy siak... Ale... zamiast uczyć się tam, jak być owcą... czy mogę ściągnąć duszę do świata żywych? Ale nie ducha, nie pamięć... Tylko prawdziwą duszę?

- Nie możesz wskrzesić kogoś, kto zmarł zanim założyłeś Koronę i w dodatku poza obszarem twoich działań...

- Ale czy mogę przywołać i utrzymać duszę?

Narinder patrzył na niego. Było w jego spojrzeniu coś dziwnego, jakby spokój, nieco drwiny, ale przede wszystkim taksująca ocena. Jagnię wytrzymało ten wzrok.

- Tak - oznajmił Narinder. - Sądzę, że dasz radę.

- Doskonale. Więc, kiedy udam się do Krainy Zmarłych, poczynisz wszelkie przygotowania, mój przyszły najwyższy kapłanie...

- Nie jesteś już na mnie zły, że się wymykam?

- Nie. Jeśli wymykasz się dla dobra swojego gatunku, rozumiem to i szanuję. Nie musisz się wymykać, możesz po prostu chodzić tam... raz w tygodniu czy nawet dwa razy, jak wolisz.

- Wystarczy raz.

- Tylko... nie zapominaj o swoich obowiązkach względem mnie. To wszystko.

Kot skłonił się z wdzięcznością. Pomyślał: Jagnię było niekiedy podobne do niego, owszem, ale ogólnie... całkiem od niego inne. I chyba to mu się nawet w nim podobało.

#Cult of the Wrath #Cult of the Lamb #Cult of the Wrath: Redemption #Wrath the Lamb #Narinder the Cat #Follower Nari #Red Crown also is here but silent #my novel

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