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cult-of-a-buttercup · 4 months

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GUYS THEY’RE FINALY READY

Headcanons for each Bishop + a brief introduction to each of the mini bosses and witnesses!

Shamura:

Before their injuries, Shamura was known for being patient and powerful amongst other beings. Yet, they weren’t unapproachable: they loved answering any questions their followers and siblings could have, both to spread their wisdom and to show their own greatness. They were very caring as a sibling, usually scheduling visits to each bishop in the little free time they had. Though, they would come off as arrogant or patronizing, treating those around them as…well, stupid.

After Narinder’s betrayal, they isolated themselves completely. They often ignore their followers, and those who are too persistent are given a warning or simply become food for the more beast-like spiders in Silk Cradle. They suffer from depressive episodes and lash out at random followers for minor mistakes, earning a reputation of a merciless ruler after the imprisonment of the One who Waits. Despite this, everyone still respects them greatly- or pity them. The true reason why they’re constantly upset is because of their own loneliness. Even if they gathered all three of their younger siblings, it would simply not be the same. Narinder was the one they loved most, after all.

Shamura prefers robes and dresses before pants: fitting their stinger inside a pair is terribly awkward if not impossible.

Their favorite colors are gold and black: elegant and simple.

Sometimes they train with their soldiers to test their strength- more often than not they get carried away and exhaust them.

They spend most of their free time in their library, reading and writing documents of the Old Faith if their injuries allow them to.

Their injuries make them have terrible migraines and headaches: thanks to the crown, most of their memories are intact.

It made their powers of reading the future work less and be less precise as well.

Their favorite way of executing heretics is decapitation. They like to do it themselves, but they have too many things to attend to.

Focalor (they/them): Picked for their nimble feet amongst the caverns.

Originally a village hunter before being picked as a high priest.

They are rather quiet, and prefer to spend time with younger spiders or on their own. Shamura appreciates it and often comes to them when they need information on the wildlife. They were noticed when Shamura visited a hunting village and they had managed to bring the most amount of prey.

Vephar (she/it): Picked for her ability to identify poisons

Originally a healer before being picked as a high priestess.

She is a bit more chatty than her companions, and likes to catch up with fellow followers. She tends to Shamura’s wounds when they allow her to, changing their bandages and cleaning away the ichor. It was noticed when one of Shamura’s healers was bitten by a poisonous creature and was the first to recognize the symptoms.

Mauras (he/them): Picked for his prowess in fight pits

Originally a warrior of Shamura’s army before being picked as a high priest.

He’s rather rude and enjoys poking fun at his companions almost as much as he enjoys training and sharpening both his own and Shamura’s weapons. While doing this, the two of them sometimes talk about battle techniques and about the cult’s army. Shamura noticed him when holding an annual fight pit, with about ten warriors fighting each other, where he emerged victorious.

Allocer (she/he/them/it): Shamura’s Witness.

Originally a silk farmer before being assigned as a Witness.

Allocer witnessed Shamura’s transformation into a divine god. She was granted a life of service to them as a personal request.

Allocer is more reserved and wise, much like the god he serves. If they aren’t right by Shamura, she might be tending to the needs of their followers. Since their injuries, it tries to keep everything in order for them. Shamura noticed her when they were first traveling the land as a young god and caught their attention when showing a good amount of knowledge of the caves and villages.

Kallamar:

Before his injuries, Kallamar was known for treating himself like the king of kings. Living lavishly and vainly, the squid only accepted the best of the best and adorned himself with the finest of jewels: his high priests and witness were gifted what he wouldn’t take. As for his followers, they were also treated highly, often having quite luxurious amenities when compared to the rest of the Old Faith.

After Narinder’s betrayal, he became a paranoiac. He only trusts his high priests, and often thinks his followers are plotting against him when he can’t make out what they’re saying, and if a follower can’t answer the questions he makes (or he simply dislikes the answer), they will be used as a testing subject for new sicknesses and parasites. Deeply insecure because of his now ruined looks, he gloats and decorates himself more than ever, often taking everything rather than just the best. Because of this the amount of luxury his followers recieved has decreased, but not enough to be dethroned as the “better cult.” He has cut off most ties with his siblings, fearing they could be plotting something against him next.

Kallamar keeps anything that is remotely shiny- even unworthy gifts from followers. His collection is locked behind his treasury, and only his witness is allowed in there.

Favorite colors are cian, gold and black: they combine with him!

Spends a lot of time in healing bays, playing hard to get with followers who need healing. After a couple of praises and gifts he becomes more than willing to help.

His injuries don’t let him hear very clearly what others are saying, and sometimes make him have auditory hallucinations. His crown manages to soothe this, partially.

Though he uses experimentation as a way of punishment and execution, his official favorite way is drowning and/or suffocation (underwater and on land, depending of the species)

Saleos (he/him): Picked for his quickness in battle

Originally a farmer before being picked as a high priest.

He’s rather stubborn and straightforward with the people around him. Can be usually found patrolling the edges of the cult or checking prisoners are in the pillaries. Kallamar often asks him to bring followers to question, and first caught his attention when he caught a thief stealing from his crops.

Haborym (he/them): Picked for his magic abilities

Originally a potion maker before being picked as a high priest.

Rather quiet and a bookworm, Haborym can be found making new spells or training younger soldiers when he isn’t stuck in a book. The new spells are perfected for Kallamar to use, both in fights and experiments. He first caught the bishop’s attention when brewing a potion to make all of his army more resistant to magic.

Baalzebub (it/them): Picked for his remarkable aim

Originally a soldier before he was picked as a high priest.

A serious and hard working priest. It’s usually practicing its spells or patrolling with Saleos when Kallamar isn’t asking them to bring followers and to kill those who refuse to answer to him, right there and then. They caught his attention in a shooting practice.

Astaroth (he/it): Kallamar’s Witness

Originally a sailor before being assigned as a Witness.

Astaroth witnessed Kallamar’s transformation into a divine god. He was assigned a dutiful life of service by Shamura.

Astaroth is rather adventurous and vain, though its wishes for new things have begun to fade as they take the lead on ruling Kallamar’s army. Since his injuries, he keeps them updated on what’s happening among followers to help with his paranoia. Kallamar noticed him at first in his first sermon and as a merchant.

Narinder:

Before his imprisonment, Narinder ruled his small portion of lands under the rules of the Old Faith boringly. His hunger for more showed in every aspect of his ruling, often wishing for things he could not do without having to extend his grasp upon life, death and land, therefore breaking the rules. His lands were significantly smaller to the ones of his siblings, for Shamura feared he’d become too greedy if they showed him he could have more- this had the opposite effect, of course. When Narinder started his own faith, which never got an official name during its short duration, he was able to rule as he truly wished: his most loyal followers were promised immortality, and those who didn’t wish to die yet were able to give offerings in exchange for a longer life for themselves or their families. His lands were going to expand over oceans and over mountains, over the stars if he could reach them. Of course, all of this was cut short when Narinder was imprisoned and turned into his prophesied form: The One who Waits.

He kept part of his promises as best he could: all of his followers were granted a place in the heavens, as a way to thank them for sticking through despite being clearly at a loss. Those who converted back to the Old Faith after his imprisonment were severely punished for their betrayal and sent to purgatory. Narinder at first tried to see the positive side: he wouldn’t have to give another sermon in his life and he could do as he pleased as long as his chains didn’t pull too hard on his poor fur. This mentality worked for about a century before his hunger for more- this time revenge- kicked in again. Slowly, he lost himself in that, forgetting many things as he awaited a single lamb…

Despite his cold nature, he really enjoyed sunbathing.

His favorite colors were white, black and red. Then just black and red, after being imprisoned in the very white afterlife for many centuries.

Used to spend most of his time in cemeteries, overseeing spirits who weren’t ready to move on or who just didn’t know they died yet.

The shackles he was forced to wear have spikes inside, to not only keep him restrained but also punish him.

He never had a favorite way of execution: whatever killed the heretic quicker so he could do as he pleased in purgatory worked.

Yiaster (she/her): Picked for her keen eyes

Originally a librarian before she was picked as a high priestess.

A simple minded and honest priestess. She was able to read people very well, often being more logical than her fellow followers. She was usually reading through scrolls to help Narinder with his workload, and even helped him make important decisions. Some notes she had made along some old scrolls were what allowed her to be noticed by Narinder in the first place.

She was actually the first to see something was wrong when Narinder’s siblings came to imprison him, and was killed while trying to protect him. Now, she has a place in the heavens next to his other priests and priestesses.

Orbatia (he/him): Picked for his passionate heart

Originally a preacher of Shamura before he was assigned a new position upon Narinder’s cult.

A compromised and emotional ever since he was a young follower, Orbatia was assigned a new place as a priest by Shamura when they noticed Narinder could use a hand in taking care of his cult. His ability to preach sermons among his fellow followers was remarkable, and Shamura hoped that this would also inspire their younger brother to see the beauty of the Old Faith and its rules. It didn’t quite do the trick.

Orbatia was never fully committed to Narinder, as a result he dismissed Yaiste’s warnings about his siblings when Narinder was about to be killed and fled when faced with a fight. He converted back to the Old Faith upon Narinder’s imprisonment, and his soul remains somewhere in purgatory.

Repiuc (she/him): Picked for her wisdom in death

Originally a mortician before being picked as a high priest.

A morbid and mischievous priestess, Repiuc sorted corpses among the cult and documented the particular reasons for their demise. He was able to tell quite well, and had the most workload when Narinder was busy doing something else. He caught Narinder's attention when the bishop noticed part of his job was already done with some corpses- with the same skill he had, too.

At the time of Narinder’s imprisonment, she was killed while working with a stab to her chest- with his last breath he yelled and made everyone notice the reality of the situation. She, like Narinder’s other followers, rests in heaven.

Aixiloas (they/it): Narinder’s Witness

Originally a follower of Shamura before being assigned as a Witness.

Aixiloas witnessed Narinder’s transformation into a divine god. They requested to be assigned as his witness and were granted a life of service.

They were quite easy-going, checking on the different smaller needs of Narinder’s followers so they could relax around the land. They were first noticed slacking off during a sermon from Shamura- though the spider was offended, Narinder found it somewhat funny.

The day of Narinder’s imprisonment, they fought fiercely against three of the other witnesses, and almost came victorious if the bishops hadn’t intervened. They hold a special place in heaven, and used to check on Narinder while in the afterlife before he became obsessed with revenge.

Heket:

Before her injuries, Heket ruled over Anura with an iron fist, for feast had to be earned through hard work. She didn’t like luxuries such as fine clothes and jewelry, and would give hers to Kallamar to wear her usual robes- which were covered in mud from crusading and tending to incredible amounts of crops. She liked doing things herself, often believing that if someone else did it for her it wouldn’t be right. Her followers were the most hard-working and the best cooks among the Old Faith- Heket was proud of this and often boasted about it.

After Narinder’s betrayal, her grip on her followers only tightened. Those who didn’t do things right at the first try were executed on the spot. Those who dared say something about how she did things were simply eaten. If you’re in her way, she’ll simply walk over you and possibly kill you anyways. She became rather cruel, often laughing at the faces of those she killed unnecessarily before continuing to go about her day, enraged. Her anger and resentment shows through her actions and way of being, and she refuses to admit it since it’d mean admitting she’s weak from still holding a grudge towards her heretical brother. She tries to spend time with Leshy, but he doesn’t seem interested in seeing her.

When she’s alone or bored, she catches flies with her tongue. Sometimes followers get in the way of a fly, but she doesn’t seem to care much about eating them along with the insect.

If you ask her, she won’t say she has a favorite color- but she likes warm tones and gold to match with her clothes and land.

Due to her injuries, she can’t croak anymore. Before that, she’d croak when she was caught off guard or when being really happy. She found it embarrassing.

Her injuries also affected her speech, which is why she uses her crown to communicate without using her voice.

Her favorite way of executing heretics is making them starve- either tied to a tree or hanging from the branches. Of course, that is if she isn’t hungry.

Gusion (he/him): Picked for his knowledge in herbs

Originally a cook before being picked as a high priest.

A rather reserved and anxious priest, Gusion tends to the kitchens of Heket’s army. Heket trusts him enough to let him oversee her cooking to strengthen all of her followers, and sometimes even listens to his advice when making new recipes. He first caught her attention when he perfectly sorted about ten different types of mushrooms after a missionary.

Eligos (she/them): Picked for their unique abilities

Originally a follower before being picked as a high priestess.

A proud and easygoing being, Eligos was born with a set of wings. They allowed her to do a lot of things quicker and better than other followers, from collecting harvests to fighting. As such, Heket sends them to oversee the cult. She first caught the bishop's attention when effortlessly dodging her tongue.

Zepar (she/her): Picked for her knowledge in battle

Originally a soldier of Shamura’s land before being picked as a high priestess.

A stern and non-talkative ex-soldier, Zepar was raised in Silk Cradle before being transported to Anura as a request from both Shamura and Heket. She is the head of Anura’s army, and first caught Heket’s attention when the bishop was visiting Silk Cradle during a sparring practice.

Bathin (she/it): Heket’s Witness

Originally a farmer before being assigned as a Witness.

Bathin witnessed Heket’s transformation into a divine goddess. She was assigned a life of service by Narinder.

Being a common farmer, she had always worshiped Heket after it noticed the young bishop’s powers amongst its land’s harvest- when she was picked as a witness, she was more than glad to oblige. She oversees the cult’s farmers, and is also in charge of handling information given to her by the priest and priestesses.

Leshy:

Before his injuries, Leshy ruled over Darkwood with the help of Narinder and Heket. Being the bishop of chaos, his lands were overall messy, filled with both heretics and eager followers alike. His ruling was lacking in rules, but had plenty of rewards for those who followed his doctrines thoroughly- and those who followed his doctrines were usually the ones who executed others who refused to listen, along with heretics. Due to this, a lot of the time he found himself closer to his followers when compared to any of his siblings- which was frowned upon in the Old Faith.

After Narinder’s betrayal, Leshy’s ruling became even more chaotic. Without the help of Narinder, and not wanting to receive help from Heket because of how angry she always is, he was basically left alone to do whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t break the Old Faith’s doctrines. His cult lacks many things, such as an army, different temples to worship him, or a central village around his temple- but it is also the cult with the most followers, being lousy in rules and having plenty of space for anyone willing to settle down between many chaotic cultists. The closeness between him and his more chaotic followers remains, even stronger since some of them wish to bring revenge to their beloved bishop.

More often than not, he’s underground digging tunnels around the land. It allows him to somewhat check what his followers are up to, and sometimes even listen to gossip.

His favorite colors are brown and green. They remind him of his lands and of himself.

Due to his injuries, he can’t see without his crown. This, however, sharpened his hearing quite a lot.

His favorite way of executing is letting whoever he’s going to kill run through the forests of his lands while chasing them- whether he or his followers get them is part of the fun.

Amdusias (he/him): Picked for his eagerness when serving

Originally a follower before being picked as a high priest.

Being a novice addition to Leshy’s priests and priestesses, he is open to learn from the other priests and priestesses while trying his best. He first caught the bishop’s attention when he noticed how often Amdusias was tending to things of the temple, which led to Leshy giving him a place as a priest.

Valefar (she/it): Picked for her insight of the cult’s needs

Originally a follower before being picked as a high priestess.

Hard working and organized, Valefar had always kept a close eye on who her fellow followers killed, where they planted their crops and, sometimes, when they worshiped Leshy. Due to this, once she caught Leshy’s attention with her knowledge of his own lands, he trusted her with the management of the cult.

Barbatos (they/them): Picked for their brutality in battle

Originally an executor before being picked as a high priest.

A boisterous and crude creature, Barbatos enjoys punishing heretics and bringing down villages- they do so with incredible expertise and skill, leaving almost no one alive when they set their eyes on a particular place. Leshy sees in them a fire for Chaos that can’t be dissipated, and first noticed them when executing lambs.

Agares (she/them/it): Leshy’s Witness

Originally a follower of Heket before being assigned as a Witness.

Agares witnessed Leshy’s transformation into a divine god- She pleaded to Heket to become his witness, and she allowed it.

Being a follower in charge of serving Heket while she traveled between lands, when they first saw the chaos of Leshy’s lands they were incredibly drawn closer when comparing it to Anura’s strict doctrines. Now she makes sure Leshy doesn’t get too bored, mainly by bringing heretics for him to kill.

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AND THEY’RE FINALLY DOOOONEE I HOPE ALL OF YOU LIKE IT AND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TELL ME ABOUT ANY THOUGHTS OR QUESTIONS YOU HAVE!!! ❤️

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sentience-if · 10 months

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Play Demo

You do not know who you are.

Your memories only go five years back, to when you woke up in a subterranean tunnel system with nothing but a name. Now you reside in the Holy City, capital of a post-apocalyptic world ruled by a faction called the Religious.

After a near-death experience at the hands of a crazed angel, you're suddenly thrust into a building conspiracy surrounding a corpse-worshiping cult, divinely mad saints, and something buried far, far beneath the earth.

To top it all off, you're being plagued by nightmares you can't explain, as well as your rapidly returning memories.

Or… someone's memories, anyway.

Features

Choose your first name, gender, and appearance.

Customize your character's personality, including their opinions on magic and the Religious.

Make choices that affect the plot, other characters, and even your own sanity.

Unravel the history of the Religious and the apocalypse they claim to have brought the world back from

Characters (descriptions here)

The Mercenary: Val (nb/m/f)

A hired blade with a chaotic streak, as well as the closest thing you have to a friend. Easy-going and unpredictable, Val is usually the one to get you into trouble, but is always there to get you out of it.

The Handmaiden: Klaus Kirkhall (m)

A high-ranking member of the Religious. Klaus is pragmatic with a dry sense of humor, but takes his responsibilities deeply seriously. You get the intense feeling he know something - many things - that you don't.

The Priestess: Ira Auclair (nb)

A priestess working in the lower districts of the Holy City, extremely devout and deeply interested in the history and lore of the Religious. They spend their time searching archives to fuel their (slightly blasphemous) theories.

The Spy: Kat Saxon (f)

Claims to be a priestess, but is barely trying to hide the fact that she's clearly anything but. Her merciless stare and unshakeable confidence dare anyone to call out her suspect nature.

The Muscle: Dane/Dana Constantine (m/f)

An officer of the Blessed Guard, working directly under Klaus. Constantine is quick to anger, and is an absolute brick wall when challenged. While deeply loyal, Constantine isn't afraid to give their employer a piece of their mind.

Content warnings: violence, blood, heavy religious themes

#interactive fiction #twine game #twine if #interactive novel #horror #fantasy #scifi

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cotl-flower-crown · 7 months

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Hear ye, hear ye, the new "Lamb" has dropped

I thought that I posted them here already, but apparently I didn't so here it goes.

Read the brief reimagining of the story below, cw for mentions of brutal injuries

Ame used to be a farmer in their past life. That is until The Bishops have come and begun the Sheep Genocide. Ame fought bravely, but in the end they were captured just like the others.

The night Ame died, they were not sad. They were furious. They refused to kneel before the Bishops and be turned into yet another sacrifice and Ame bit their tongue off as the proof of that.

"I will die on my own terms." were their last words.

They woke up in the Gateway and they were greeted by The One Who Waits, amused with their performance. He offered them a deal, bringing Ame back to life. But when they came back and eventually met Ratau, their realised that their tongue was still missing and they couldn't speak.

It was difficult to run a cult like this at first, but they got a hold of it eventually. They were running it with an iron fist, with a practical approach, not paying much attention to the decor. The followers mostly feared them, but in fear they adored them.

The fights with the Bishops were brutal. The first time Ame thought Leshy, their body was torn in half. As they crawled in front of The One Who Waits', he laughed as he said "Rise once more, vessel of mine". It took many tries to kill the Bishops, ech one taking more effort to slay and more injuries to take. And Ame was merciless.

Eventually after they spoke with Shamura, they realised what their true purpose was - to be slaughtered again. And they refused. Ame did not care for The One Who Waits as their God either way, so the choice on what to do next was obvious. They faced The One Who Waits, and challenged him, calling him by his old name.

It took so many tries and so many deaths over and over. Times of healing, times of the fight and learning about the enemy have passed in years before Ame was able to finally strike their God down. And when he - Narinder - fell down to their feet, before he finished speaking to them, Ame plunged their dagger in Narinder's eye.

And so The One Who Waits was dead. And Ame has become the New God of Death.

It was a lonely existence. Both as a sheep and a God. They lived day to day a monotonous life, finally allowing themselves to take it all in. And it was miserable.

Finally, a mysterious being visited Ame. They demanded that they set the Bishops free from their eternal purgatory and make things right as the new God of Death should. Ame refused at first, but after ??? closed the doors to the other realms, they had to oblige.

And that's what "Do No Evil" AU is all about.

#do no evil au #that is a one brutal au #lot's of death and gore #but also spoilers Ame and the Bishops end up getting married #after a lot of drama and growth #nice #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl au #cult of the lamb au #cotl lamb

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themaymoth · 7 months

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Jin Ling, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi, the magnus archives au

"um we're here for the cult stuff??...we saw the ad on craigslist"

[SUPPLEMENTAL]

•"What the Ghoul?" heheehe see what i did there heehe.

•The concept of them looking at each other and being like "wow it seems we all have experienced things that are somehow connected to the supernatural, oh you know what would really help figuring out all that unresolved trauma A YOUTUBE CHANNEL" has me going crazy.

•Everytime they go in to make a statement they have the same vibes as that one guy that just casually left The Spiral cuz he needed to get to dinner.

•Fairy is a creature of The Hunt, a killing machine, a merciless predator... but that doesn't mean she's not a very very good girl that deserves many many treats.

•The good thing about extremely convenient plot points in this au is that you can always say it's The Web's scheming.

#mdzs #mdzs au #mdzs tma au #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanart #mxtx #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #jin ling #tma au #the magnus archives au #my post #my art

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kai-anderson-whore · 7 months

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punishment (kai Anderson x gn! Reader smut)kinktober fic 2

Summary: you didn’t do a job Kai instructed you to do, so he had no other choice but to punish you.

Warnings: smut, handjob, punishment?, blowjob, face fucking, gagging, swallowing cum.

Word count: 907

A/n: I’m seriously so behind on this I was originally planning on posting these on the last 10 days of October, also I like this fic better than the first one for kinktober.

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Here you were again, in kai Anderson's basement looking like a deer in headlights waiting on the next words to leave his lips, like the loyal follower you were. Clinging on to his every word. But you did something wrong when the cult was causing terror to the city. Kai didn't let it slide.

"You messed up y/n, something I didn't expect from you" Kai stated with a cold glare. "I'm sorry Kai I didn't mean to i promise" you pleaded you were so loyal but you couldn't do one thing. "You disobeyed me y/n now you're going to be punished" Kai's stern words cut like a knife. His cold merciless demeanour sent a shiver down your spine.

He took a step closer to you, swallowing a lump in your throat which felt like a boulder. You didn't know what was awaiting for you when it came to Kai and his punishments. As he inched closer to you all you felt was fear. Anything could happen.

"Please don't hurt me" you pleaded pathetically in his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt my most loyal follower for one little mistake" he said stroking your cheek, you knew it could be mind games but you trusted him.

"To prove your loyalty to me little lamb, your going to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness" he stated. You nodded hearing the buckle of his belt as he removed it. You then understood what he meant sinking down on your knees helping him remove his belt and trousers.

You looked up at him with innocence as you pulled down his boxers exposing him to you. You gulped at the size he was bigger and thicker than you anticipated. Nonetheless your small hand began stroking him earning a low growl from him. A smile crept on your lips knowing Kai enjoyed what you were doing.

"Come on now, don't tease you know what to do" Kai stated keeping his stern expression. You nodded not wanting to disobey him further, you licked a along a vein along his shaft to the tip, making him shudder under your touch. He was already hard like he knew what he wanted to do with you, not that you were complaining.

The tip of his cock leaked pre-cum that you licked off earning another groan from him. You then took the tip in your mouth swirling your tongue around. Before sinking you lips further down on him. You tried to relax your throat to take most of him, your tongue flat along his shaft. Your lips tight to give him the amount of fiction that he needed but he wanted more.

Bobbing your head along the length of Kai's cock a hum from you vibrating on him, sending him into a whole other world. "Just like that little lamb" Kai encouraged voice thick with pleasure. His words of praise egged you on. Looking up at him with innocent eyes bringing your attention back to the tip, suckling on the reddish tip running your tongue along the slit, making Kai buck his hips making himself go deeper in your mouth.

Your hand went to massage his balls adding to the pleasure. Struggling to breath you pulled away from Kai much to his dismay. A confused maybe frustrated expression on his face you couldn’t really tell. You felt breathless your hand continued to stroke him feeling every vein from how hard he was.

Kai’s cock in front on your mouth demanding entry, you took him back in. “Just relax your throat I’ll do the work” Kai instructed his cock in your mouth. You tried to relax your throat once again. You felt his hand on the back of your head, his hips now thrusting in your mouth fucking your throat.

He was much deeper making you gag around him which encouraged him more. Your hand on his thigh keeping you steady. He was relentless but you found it all so arousing. Squeezing your thighs together for some friction anything. “God your mouth feels so good, taking me so well” Kai grunted through gritted teeth. Tears started to prick your eyes. Kai would pull away for a few seconds so you would choke or suffocate on him.

His tip hitting the back of your throat each time, his balls would slap across your chin. Slivers of drool would coat him cock and over your mouth area. It was messy but also intoxicating, you knew your throat would be sore after this but you didn’t care. Kai using you for his own pleasure his thrusts became more faster yet sloppy.

You tried to breath through your nose but it was nearly impossible. You felt Kai twitch in your mouth, tightening your lips bringing him closer to his release. The tears rolled down your face, your fingernails sighed into his thigh for leverage as his cock came to a halt spilling ropes of cum deep into your throat with a low moan.

Kai pulled out your mouth, swallowing the salty liquid you got up from your knees shakily. Red marks on them, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Am I forgiven?” You asked voice hoarse and gravely. Kai’s expression back to his cold self tucking himself back into his boxers and trousers. “Yes now I have work to get back to and you can be dismissed” Kai dismissed not paying anymore attention to you, what you expected.

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margaretoakgrove · 1 year

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Insomnia cure

That was another sleepless night in the old factory where Heisenberg and you lived together on the very outskirts of a small romanian village.

No, that was not one of those moments when Karl, being full of absolute enthusiasm, was eager to work on his ingenius projects all night long, even, oftentimes, entirely forgetting to have a break and take a short nap.

Tonight no matter how desperately he wished to close his weary eyes and fall into a sweet nights slumber, so desired sleep, unfortunately, refused to visit him at all again.

Cruel and merciless insomnia had began to stalk the lord approximately one week ago, and, actually, it is no wonder.

His entire life which was the definition of stress itself, with time, took its tool on him.

The intense and hard work on the noisiest floors of the factory, the brainwashed local villagers who blindly worshiped that mad witch's goddamn cult, not wanting to see the truth hidden behind the curtain of deceit; his adopted siblings that always got on his nerves and simply riled him up, and the head of the so called "family" herself who didin't want to leave his mind alone even in the time of night, turning ruthlessly his dreams into horrible night terrors.

All these highly negative aspects of the lord's living, in the afterwards, led to a constant body tension, an endless stream of anxious thoughts and to the severe sleeplessness.

Being very well aware of Heisenberg's sleep struggles and worried about his state of health no end, you could not sleep at all as well, that's why in this midnight hour both of you were sitting on an old worn leather couch in a small room, illuminated only by the dim light of a table lamp.

While Karl was staring at the floor under his feet and, from time to time, rubbing tirely his eyes, you, in turn, were looking furtively at him, making sure once more how beautiful in your eyes he really was, and, following the calling of your heart itself, decided you to break so long lasting silence between you both.

"Karl?" You called out in a soft silent voice.

"Mm?" Briefly he responded.

"You know…I…i love the colour of your hair. I truly do."

Heisenberg slowly turned his gaze from the floor to you, giving you a tired yet genuine smile.

"Why, thank you, sweetheart. I take it as a compliment."

You moved to him a little closer and carefully took within your hand one strand of his grey hair.

"Silver colour is so splendid. One of my favorites. It gets an impression as though once the moon herself touched your head with its silver light, and your hair turned grey after that."

"Well, well. It looks like someone in this room is a hopeless romantic, aren't you?" Chuckled Heisenberg, innerly admiting that everything you said was quite nice for him to hear.

"Maybe." You smiled shyly in response.

Unexpectedly for Karl, you placed your other hand on his cheek covered with deep scars.

"And these scars of yours…" Silently you whispered, while your eyes were running over the lord's face, as if exploring it like a treasure map.

"They are ugly, right?" A note of bitterness you caught within his husky voice.

"No, not at all. The scars don't spoil you one bit. Quite opposite, they add some peculiar unique charm to you." And Heisenberg once more chuckled at such a rather pleasant compliment to his side from you.

Being driven by your own tender feelings, you started slowly tracing with your fingertips over each scar on the lord's so handsome for you face. To Karl your so gentle touches felt like smoothly gliding along his skin the softest feather, and his exhausted body began to gradually warm up from the inside from these wonderful sensations.

You affectionately kept on stroking the face, ears and neck of your loved one, running periodically your fingers through his silver hair. A wave of pleasant shivers ran down Karl's back, and he rolled his eyes, slightly parting his lips in an utter pleasure.

At that moment Heisenberg was completely sure that he was being in a true paradise. In the paradise he had never seen and known until you came, like the sweetest of all angels, into his chaotic stressful life and showed him with your love, tenderness and care how the true paradise really felt and looked.

"Y/N…" The lord whispered your so dear to his heart name, but you gently placed your point finger on the soft warm and pouty lips of his that, in your opinion, were just created for loving kisses.

"Shh…Everything is alright, my love. Everything is alright…" Like a soothing music was your silent voice for him. "It's been a quite rough time for you. It's been a quite rough time...But now, my dear, you should have a good rest because, believe me, you deserve it. You do truly deserve it..." And having said the last words right onto the lord's lips, you couldn't help yourself but kissed the small scar on his lower lip.

Soon enough all his face you began to slowly cover with light and tender kisses, and Karl, not even realizing that himself, wrapped his arm around your waist, closer and closer pulling you to him, innerly desiring for this sweet caress to last forever because right now he felt so good, so tranquil, so…relaxed. Yes, relaxed…

The constant tension that had been keeping the lord's whole body for all this time in iron fetters left him now alone, and the endlessly buzzing nasty swarm of anxious thoughts finally vanished from his mind, making there a room for tranquility and peace.

Heisenberg slightly opened the sleepy eyes of his.

"Come here…Come to me…" You heard his barely audible whisper when he took carefully your hands, slowly laying down on the couch along with you and pressing you against his warm chest like a soft cozy pillow. "You're right. It's been a quite rough time. We both need to get some good sleep…" And after him giving you a caring goodnight kiss on your forehead, Heisenberg closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

You smiled when very soon you heard him quietly snoring and felt like the heavy eyes of yours began to close as well.

"Good night, Karl. Have sweet dreams." Pronounced you in a whisper, trying not to disturb your loved one's such a peaceful sleep, and, cuddling up to him a bit, you slowly drifted off, without even recalling to switch off the light of the table lamp, and it was on all the night, calmly illuminating on the room where the two of you serenely were sleeping in each other's warm embrace.

With that night magical endearment you brought Heisenberg to mind that if he ever felt exhausted, stressed and overwhelmed by the hell which every day surrounded him, he could any time come back to his personal true paradise that securely was hidden within your pleasant words, within your caring hands, within your happy smile and loving glance, and where your genuine love and tender care were really capable of healing his entire soul and body from absolutely anything.

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