#but that's all the more reason for me to make a woman cult leader. to do something a lil more unique

[viti-ocs]

Doing research for a new group of OCs I'm planning to create who are part of a cult, it's gonna be so fun

[karniss-bg3]

The Tragedy of Faith

So between tumblr and twitter I've read various takes on Kar'niss and what draws people to him. For some it's the monster fucking appeal, for others it's the desire to fix a clearly broken individual. There are in-betweens and of course this is subjective and depends on the person. Act 2 spoilers ahead. Where my personal interest comes from is how good Larian communicated the tragedy of faith and what a cult can do to a person. Kar'niss is a creature that has been broken by not one God, but two. Lolth broke him physically, the Absolute broke him mentally. His entire identity has been lost to a deity to the point he raises her in his speech. Referring to her as "Majesty" and "Queen", two terms you don't really hear anyone else address her as, he has elevated her to his final savior and leader. He also often refers to himself as "we" and "us", cementing him as part of the hive mind rather than holding any individuality of his own. When he does refer to himself as "I", it's mostly to show further loyalty to the Absolute, to maintain a position of importance in his fractured mind. Cults are notorious for targeting the most vulnerable in society as they are the easiest to mold and manipulate to their doctrine. The fact that goblins are one of the main races that fall to the Absolute's influence is telling in that regard, as they are often dismissed by the other races. Kar'niss was ripe for the picking, an easy target to lure into her arms. No doubt he was found shortly after Lolth twisted him into a drider and banished him, he didn't stand a chance.

Not even taking those elements into account, Kar'niss came from a society that is infamous for cruelty and violence, especially toward males of their species. Drow greatest hits include, but are not limited to: -Killing their young if they are not aesthetically pleasing enough. In other words, ugly. -Sacrificing every third born son to Lolth.

-If a male finds the favor of two competing females, it often doesn't end well for the male. The rival woman will kill the male and chuck his dead body into his opponents bedchambers, just for the sake of being petty.

-Love and emotions of any sort are in short supply, if not outright unseen as a general rule. The nature of drow to backstab and seek to rise in the ranks makes it near impossible to be anything other than fierce and domineering.

With these things in mind, it's easy to assume that Kar'niss had a turbulent upbringing and likely suffered untold abuse from many around him. It's not to say that good or reasonable drow don't exist, it's just not commonplace in a Lolthite society. Unfortunately, the game doesn't give us a great deal to go on as far as his past. What little he reveals only happens after he's dead, and even then its really a cliffs notes version. What we do know is that his devotion is intense and unwavering. He's willing to die for the Absolute because in his mind the Absolute are the only ones who care about him. We even see fellow followers talk down to him, dismiss him, and verbally eye-roll the guy. To them, his fanaticism is over the top and they follow the same God he does.

All told, this leads me to the conclusion that Kar'niss has never, or rarely, known true compassion in his entire life. He's been used as a puppet for one deity or another, and likely mocked or cast aside even when he did everything right. It doesn't surprise me that there are folks who desire a romance option, or barring that a side venture to break him free of the Absolute's hold. We don't know if Kar'niss did terrible things in his past, or where his moral compass sits as his entire personality revolves around God. But I'd love to know, and I crave more background on him in one form or another.

I've spent too much time thinking about different paths that could happen in-game. I also understand it's incredibly unlikely he'll ever become a companion. The sheer amount of time and resources needed to give a character a satisfying arc is likely more than Larian can do with other constraints, but maybe we'll be pleasantly surprised. So Kar'niss lovers, platonic, romantic, or everything in-between...I gotchu fam. We stan the spooder bby. Someone get that man a blanket and a nice mug of hot cocoa. And a cult de-programming kit, one of those would be good.

[undeadcortez]

LOVE IN A TIME OF JEALOUSY

kai anderson x fem! reader | 6.3k words

!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT !! do not read if you are not eighteen or older | oral sex (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected p in v sex, anal fingering, mentions of anal sex, no aftercare, degrading (kai calls reader a whore, a slut and a bitch), pet names (kai also calls reader baby and baby girl), very hot and cold mixed signals, kai is a warning all on his own

not gonna lie, this one took a while to complete, and the ending is definitely not it’s strong point, but i wanted to leave it open ended in case there was anyone who ached for a part two where kai has feelings and loves on the reader. tumblr gave me a heap of issues trying to get this ready to post so if things don't make sense or if there was a warning i missed, let me know!!

Kai was pissed, to say the very least.

Sitting in his leather chair, elbows rested upon his thighs, hunched forward and legs spread open with a subtle bounce to the left, it was like they could almost see the smoke rising from his ears. The frown that pulled at his lips, the furrowed eyebrows, the tightness in his jaw — yeah, Kai was pissed. And they all knew the reason.

You were late. However, it wasn’t just that you were late. This was the third meeting that they’ve all waited in silence for thirty solid minutes, sitting on the floor in the uncomfortable anger that radiated off of their leader. It was almost suffocating, the awkward silence. Meadow swore she could choke on it, and Beverly seconded that theory.

“Maybe she’s just not coming, divine ruler,” all, but Kai’s eyes fell on Ivy as she broke the stillness, “I mean, she’s so hot and cold about this whole thing anyway, do we really want her here? Is it safe to have her here?”

Kai didn’t answer, and Meadow felt the need to speak up, “yeah, what if she’s out there, blabbing about everything, divine ruler? She’s nothing more, but a liability at this point, and I’m sure everyone here agrees.”

Then others murmured, and Harrison nodded his head. Kai’s gaze focused straight ahead, unwavering on a seam between wooden panels, but he took it all in. He knew you were a weakness to the cause, to everything he built. He thought about it nearly everyday — when he ate breakfast, when he was busy with the city council, when he watched you sleep peacefully beside him in his own bed.

Truth was, though, you never would. Kai had you wrapped around his little finger, and months of manipulation was to blame. If Kai said jump, you’d say ‘how high, divine ruler?’, and he knew it, too. Which is why whenever the thought of you spilling the cult’s secrets to someone crossed his mind, it wasn’t there for long. He knew you never would.

You were strong. The hardest it took to break down into submission, into a mere shell of your previous self. Kai enjoyed it, honestly — seeing you digress from complete independence to someone who lives, breathes, and adores him. And because it took so much to make you like that, because of all the time he poured into creating a woman devoted to him as a leader, he knew you wouldn’t crumble at the simplest of questions.

But, it was only that; him as a leader. You loved Kai, and he knew you did. He trusted you, loved you back in ways only he could. There’s no label here, though, and Kai couldn’t trust every man in the world to respect that you were untouchable, entirely his for the taking.

There were several opportunities to close the door, but Kai never would. Not until you were swollen with his kin, and even then, he debated the idea of getting a ring. What would his men think about him marrying? But, then again, who cared what they thought when he was their ruler? He ruled, made the rules, and if he married, so be it.

That’s not what he wanted, though. He simply just wished for your devotion, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. And though he’d broken you past the first, maybe even the last, that second wish would only be granted the moment he made it official. His girlfriend, or better yet, in your eyes, wife and possible mother of his messiah.

“Kai,” Winter broke him out of his thoughts, and touched his arm with her infamous gentleness, “they’re right. We should really consider cutting her off. Whether that’s kicking her out or killing her—.”

“Would you guys just shut the fuck up already?!” he snapped, standing up from his chair, and lost the staring contest between him and the wall. His eyes were nearly black as they peered down at his sister, and they only seemed to darken as he spoke, “you’re all dismissed. I don’t want to hear another fucking word from any of your goddamn mouths until morning.” He turned around to head upstairs, and slammed the door behind him.

Winter was the first to follow. She didn’t attempt an apology, but simply disappeared up to her room. Ivy was next, passing by Kai as she hurried out the door to her home, followed by Meadow, Harrison, and then Beverly who all, but ran to her car a few moments later. They left Kai alone, sitting on his sunken living room sofa, in the same position he started: waiting for you.

It would be another thirty-eight minutes before the headlights of your car peeked through the curtains, illuminating Kai’s face. The anger written on his face was gone now, and his expression laid flat— the only way one could tell were his eyes, and how they held nothing, but rage within them. Pitch black.

The jingle of your keys rang in his ears, and he grew angrier at the sound of each of your steps, nonchalant as they patter on each concrete stair. The lock turned and the door flew open before him, revealing you with a bright smile and smudged mascara. He remained sitting.

“Good evening, divine ruler,” you greeted as you tossed your keys into the bowl and shuffled off your coat. The casualness of the whole thing only made Kai’s anger worse. “What are you doing up here?” you questioned, and it was clear you had forgotten about the meeting entirely as a smirk pulled on your lips, “I was expecting you to be downstairs, tending to your—.” Kai’s speciality tonight was cutting people off.

“Where the fuck were you?” his tone matched his eyes, angry. The teasing smirk you adorned faded immediately.

“Kai, I—,” you rushed, but stammered to quickly correct yourself, “divine ruler, I told you last week I was going out to visit friends tonight.” You had. At dinner as Kai was stuffing his face full of the grilled chicken you had prepared. You should’ve known better then that the man doesn’t listen while he’s eating, just as much as you should’ve known better than to remind him of mentioning it before.

He stood from the sofa, greasy, blue waves framing his stern features. He towered over you, always did, and you hated it, especially like this. It made you feel incredibly small. His strong cologne, one that wreaked of tobacco, assaulted your nostrils, and a heat radiated off of him that you once found comfort in. A comfort that you knew you weren’t getting any of tonight.

“I’m sorry, Kai,” you whispered, doing all you could to avoid eye contact with the rageful, black globes that peered down at you, “please, don’t be mad.”

He was silent, and as he stepped forward, you found yourself stepping away. It was your natural instinct to flee, and you had hoped you may just be able to, until your ass was flush with the end table, and Kai’s hips were pinned against your own. There was no escape.

His hands rested upon the flat top of the table, completely enclosing you in his aura. It was thick with rage, almost suffocatingly so. Your chest was pressed against his own, rising and falling rapidly with every rushed breath. Breath that was intermingling with his, as his lips hovered above your own. This closeness wasn’t foreign in the slightest, but the goosebumps crawling up your arms it created in its wake were. And no matter how hard it was, you maintained eye contact.

“My people think I’m a fucking idiot because of you,” he spat, and his tone was harsh, but the volume was low, which was something you were entirely grateful for. “They look at me, waiting for you,” he paused and his grip on the table tightened, “for hours!”

You flinched. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Kai frustrated, nearly red in the face over the littlest of things, but it was something you could never get used to. Especially when you were on the receiving end. Maybe a few months ago, you would’ve bit back, stood up for yourself in some capacity… you were too far broken now.

“They think I’m some pussy-whipped bitch, YN!” he continued, “they think I’m risking this whole movement for some goddamn, sloppy pussy! Do you know how fucking dumb that makes me look, huh? Do you know how that makes me, their leader, look? When I’m waiting around for some whore to arrive home before I can spread my word?”

The fear you felt was boiling into rage, nearly matching Kai’s beneath your skin, but there was no fighting back. And if you were honest, Kai had said far worse things than this. So, you stood, breathing in his anger and bottling it up before murmuring, repeating for the third time, “I’m sorry, divine ruler.”

“Who were you with?” he asked, completely ignoring your apology once again. Suddenly, you knew it wasn’t just about you missing a gathering. Kai was jealous.

You were devoted to Kai. Even without the label, your fidelity was unwavering, despite whatever Kai believed. There was opportunity, and it was hard, but you’ve rejected each and every advance. And sure, you craved the exclusiveness, but maybe a part of you enjoyed Kai like this. It showed he had weakness. It showed he was human beneath that thick skin. Not to mention, the primal, possessive sex it resulted in was otherworldly. So, you kept Kai believing he didn’t have you entirely in his clutch, though he very much did.

“Just a few old friends,” you answered honestly, and it only pissed Kai off more. His left hand fell from the tabletop and rather held your waist. His thumb pushed up against the bone, pushing in, and you felt a whimper crawl up your throat. You promptly swallowed it down.

“Their names, YN,” he nearly growled, “what are their fuckin’ names?”

The look on his face made your cunt ache, the anger in his voice ran through your veins, and that rage you once felt in return was burning into lust. You didn’t know why it turned you on so much when Kai got so possessive. It was toxic, and you knew it as much as anyone else. It’s just the way he held you, his strong grasp on you and the closeness and the heat and his musk, it’s all overwhelming and it’s all so hot.

Debating on whether to tell the truth, or to speak at all, you finally opened your mouth, “why does it matter?”

A strong, irritated sigh left Kai’s nose, “you know why it matters.” You did, but you remained silent. “Answer the goddamn question!” he commanded after a moment of silence.

The grip on your hip was gone. He had dropped his hand back on the table, and rather pushed his hips against yours, sandwiching you further between him and the wooden surface. You squirmed. Kai was hard — you could feel the outline, the heat, of his angry cock pushed against your stomach. “Answer the fucking question, YN!” he yelled, and a thick wad of spit landed on your cheek.

“Ethan!” you answered, “I was with Ethan and Maggie.”

They were a couple you were friends with since middle school. It was always Ethan, Maggie, and you, even when the pair decided to hook up in high school and date in college. It had been years since you’d seen them, but it didn’t matter to Kai. No explanation could have mattered to Kai at that moment. You felt his cock kick beneath his layers. “You’re such a fucking whore,” he spat before pushing himself away, leaving you cold and trembling against the table.

There was no way Kai was done with you, and it would have been foolish to think so. As he paced along the length of the living room a couple of times, you remained, watching his every move like a hawk with blown pupils and glazed eyes. He brought a hand up, pushing back his hair from his face, and you could tell a million emotions had washed over it. Jealousy, anger, sadness… You opened your mouth to say something, but were cut off by his hands engulfing your cheeks, and his lips were smashed onto yours.

Gripping the table until your knuckles were white, you kissed back as well as you could muster. Kai’s lips were sloppy, moving against yours in a rageful lust, entirely passionate with emotions you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Instead, you simply basked in your own desires, your own lust which had clouded your mind the second his palms met your cheeks.

His tongue soon wiggled its way past your lips, immediately establishing dominance, and you let him. Smashed up against the table, smothered between it and his muscular body, you let his tongue roam around in every inch of your mouth, moaning. The heavy feeling of his erect cock was back on your tummy, the warmth of it all had returned, and though he was angry, it was everything you needed.

When he pulled away, you swallowed down a disapproving whine. A thick trail of spit connected your lips, dangling between the two of you until it ultimately broke when he opened his mouth to speak again, “did he kiss you like that?”

It took all of your strength not to yell, to not roll your eyes to the back of your head and groan. It was so frustrating, confusing. On one hand, you liked the jealousy. You loved the heat of it all, the tight grip on your body, the furrowed brows, the bruising kisses. On the other, you hated your fidelity being questioned. You slept, ate, and thought only of Kai. It wasn’t fair — after all you’d done for him. “I didn’t kiss him, divine ruler,” you murmured, “I promise, it’s not anything like that.”

Somehow, that’s not what he wanted to hear. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid, YN?” he started, “do you think I don’t know when you lie to me? I know you like the back of my hand, better than anyone ever will. You fucked him tonight. Maybe you fucked that dumb bitch, Maggie, too. You’re a whore, it’s what whores do. Now admit it, or suffer the consequences.”

“I’ve never lied to you, Kai,” you stated, and you felt the tremble of his cock beneath his jeans at your words, “and I’m not about to start tonight. I didn’t fuck Ethan, I didn’t fuck Maggie, and I’m not a whore. Give me whatever punishment you see fit, but let it be known that I am devoted, and that devotion to you, divine ruler, is unwavering. You’d be punishing the innocent.”

His lips were back on yours with no further words. Bracing yourself on his shoulders, fingers curling against the muscles there, you kissed back. Bruises were sure to appear in the wake of his hands as they gripped your hips. The kiss was nothing short of passionate, as his tongue slipped past your puffy lips and made itself at home again. You whimpered into it, giving up whatever strength you had left tonight, and completely submitted there.

His taste was overwhelming now. You couldn’t quite place your finger on just what flavors were dancing on your tongue — it was just Kai. And it was intoxicating all in itself. As tongues rubbed along each other, his harsh while yours simply just ached to be against his, he groaned. His nose was smashed against your cheek, lips moving with fever that you just couldn’t keep up with. He pulled away again.

“I’m sorry, divine ruler,” you whispered, meeting his eyes, your own still glazed over, “please, forgive me. I promise, this won’t happen again. I’ll never be late again. I’ll never leave your side.”

His cock twitched, you felt it again against your tummy. He didn’t say anything in return, but he didn’t need to. You knew he wasn’t satisfied with just an apology, he never would be. His hands began to guide your hips, away from the table, and headed towards the stairs. You obliged.

Your steps were wobbly, stumbling as a strong hand left your right hip to open the door to lead the both of you downstairs. Another whimper crawled up your throat as his second hand fell to his side, waiting for you to make the trip to his bedroom first. You loved his hands, his powerful grasp. It made you dizzy, and made your cunt ache. Whenever it disappeared — didn’t matter if you had it for a while or just a few split seconds — it left you feeling like a newborn deer.

You could feel his gaze on your back as you gripped the handrail and made your way to the all too familiar den at the bottom of the stairs. His steps were heavy behind yours, and it was something about just hearing the solid step of his boots growing closer and closer… Once he reached the bottom, his hands were back on your hips, this time from behind. His hips were pressed firmly against your ass, and you could feel the thick outline of his cock again, pushing between your clothed cheeks as he walked with you to the bedroom. You didn’t know if it was for the better or for the worse that he still hadn’t said a word.

Once you were at the foot of the bed, his hand left your hip. Rather, it settled just below your shoulder blades and pushed, causing you to crash face first on the spring-filled mattress. Your lips trembled as a whine went tumbling through them, turning your head in hopes to see Kai. It didn’t work. With his other hand still grasping your hip, and his pelvis pushed snug against your bum, he was out of sight — at least his face was. His other hand had slid from your upper back to your lower, forcing you into an arch, and he moaned. That’s when he finally spoke back up.

“Prove it then.”

Your brows furrowed, “wh— what?”

A heavy sigh passed through his nostrils, and you swear you felt the warmth of it wafting against your back. “I said,” he paused, leaning forward and further pushing his dick between your clothed ass cheeks, “prove it, bitch. Prove that you’re sorry and devoted to me.”

You failed at your attempts to swallow down your moans. Letting another slip past your lips, you asked, “yes, divine ruler. How can I prove it to you?”

“You can’t be that devoted to me if you have to ask how,” he bit back through clenched teeth, and suddenly, his warmth was gone. His strong grasp was still present on your hips, and his cock was still situated between your bum cheeks, but he stood up straight. You whimpered and clenched around the painful emptiness, shivering as your pussy began to weep into your panties.

“Lay down,” he commanded, and then his whole presence was gone. Taking a step back, he was no longer holding you, rather observing as you did as you were told. And when he found a problem with it, he clicked his tongue, “nuh uh, with your head at the foot of the bed.”

You obeyed, and had nothing to say in response. With your neck bent over the curvature of the mattress, you watched with an upside down lense as Kai looped his fingers under his shirt and pulled it off. Your fingers clutched the cotton sheets beneath you, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to stop the ache between them. It was no use.

Kai was beautiful. Even as those hurtful spats left his mouth, even as he made you feel so small he could crush you, he was still beautiful. Ethereal — with abs that could cut diamonds, and blue hair that fell in waves and perfectly framed his face. That’s why he was so dangerous, you’ve figured. Draws in the innocent with his Godly features, just to turn against them the moment they see beyond his looks. You watched his hand graze over his tummy.

Calloused fingers ran over the brown, thick hair that kissed his lower belly until they were met with the hem of his jeans. With a watering mouth, you watched as he popped the button and unzipped, allowing his jeans to fall to the floor. The blue, plaid boxers he adorned left little to the imagination. A little wet spot of precum staining the front, and the perfect outline of his hungry cock. They soon met the floor as well.

He stood before you, naked, which wasn’t a sight you were unfamiliar with. Wrapping a hand around the length of his dick, and tilting his head back as he gave it a few warning pumps, you couldn’t do much, but carry on watching. So, you did just that, watching as he inched closer to your mouth, and finally felt the warm tip of his cock hit your lips. It smeared precum across your mouth like lip gloss as Kai spoke, “open.”

Once you parted your lips, your mouth was invaded by his girth. A harmony of your whimpers and his moans flooded the room as he sunk his cock further and further into the abyss of your mouth, right until his tip was kissing the back of your throat. You gagged around it, which was met with a stinging slap to your cheek. “If you’re gonna act like a whore,” he started, voice raspy and lustful, though still harsh, “then you’re gonna be treated like one. No gagging; this isn’t your first time here.” You whined as he slid in further.

The hand that just slapped your cheek moved to your throat, gripping it as he bottomed out in your mouth. His thick bush of brunette pubes tickled your chin whilst his balls sat heavily on your nose. You didn’t have any choice, but to take a deep breath, and groan at the smell of his musk invading your every sensation. You closed your eyes — there was really no point in keeping them open when your vision was blocked by his length anyway — and braced yourself for the raw experience you were about to endure. Kai was right, though; this wasn’t your wasn’t your first time here.

Blowjobs were more popular than sex in your relationship with Kai, especially when he felt you didn’t deserve to get off. Your throat was trained to adorn Kai, so while you’ve never had him like this before, it was better than a virgin throat. He began to move.

A long, stretched moan left his parted lips as his hips pulled back. You took in another breath just as the thick of his dick slid out of the tight confines of your throat. You pushed your tongue against the tip of it, collecting the precum and swallowing it down. Your throat was already on fire. “Atta girl,” he praised, which may seem surprising, but wasn’t rare once you were in the thick of it with Kai. Add it to the many reasons why you love a good, jealous fuck from Kai.

You groaned as he slammed back in, and it stung, but you loved it. Hearing the filthy, guttural noises Kai was making, mixed with the feeling of his strong grip on your throat… you pushed your legs tighter together. You were sure there was a wet spot where your thighs met, staining your pants in humiliating fashion, but you couldn’t care. Right now, you were just for Kai’s use, and you knew it. You kept your hands to your sides, gripping the cotton sheets, and got Kai off.

His thrusts were sloppy. No pace seemed to stay for more than a few mere seconds before he was speeding up, fucking into your throat. His free hand ran down his neck, over his collarbones and down his chest while his head remained tilted back. He was heavenly, if only you could see it. Instead, when you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of his flushed, shiny dick sliding out of your throat, and you watched as he pushed it back with vigor. You whimpered around his length.

A few more thrusts in and his hand released your throat. You relaxed a bit, relishing in the feeling of his hand traveling to the scooped neckline of your top. Rough fingers slipped beneath the soft material and fished your tits out from the confines. He watched them bounce as his thrusts carried on, and you closed your eyes as calloused fingers had begun to brush over your nipples. They hardened beneath his touch in seconds.

“Good girl,” he praised, and his balls tightened, both indications of his oncoming climax, “taking your leader’s cock down your throat like it’s butter… with the prettiest set of tits I’ve ever fuckin’ seen. They’re all for me, right?” You hummed in agreement. “That’s what I thought,” he responded before pinching your left nipple roughly. You arched your back, moaning at the sensation coursing through your body, so overwhelmed by the simplest touch, you didn’t wrap your head around Kai cumming down your throat until after he was pulling out.

Your throat ached at its newly found emptiness. Cum connected Kai’s tip to the back of it as your mouth hung open for a few moments, attempting to catch your breath, but you merely choked on the thick juices as they threatened to climb up your throat. You hurriedly swallowed it down, whimpering as you opened your mouth to catch some air once more, but were met with Kai’s lips instead.

The position was awkward — Kai craning above you, a hand under your head to aid you in closing the space. Your neck ached, but it wasn’t something you were about to complain about. Kai’s tongue was slipping past your lips, tangling with yours, and that’s simply all you could think about. Well, that and the ever growing desire between your legs.

Your hands have Kai melting between them as they reach up and cup his cheeks. His body language, once stiff and angry, softened beneath your fingertips. The only harshness was his stubble, ticking at your palms, but it was nothing compared to the rage that was, just moments ago, filling the room with its hot and stuffy feel. You could bask in that moment for eternity. To bathe in that gooey scene, where Kai’s only concern was to love you, and yours to love him. It’s moments like these where you remember why you do exactly. Love him, that is. And you do love him, just as much as he loves you. All too soon, though, Kai is pulling back, the moment is ending, and the air feels thick again.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, a hand wrapping around his dick once again, “now.”

Once in position, Kai pulled down your pants and frilly panties until they hit your knees. Then, he didn’t wait another second to harshly spit on your asshole. You shuddered, moaning as it soaked your rim and dripped down between your drenched folds until it landed square on the sheets below. A firm hand gripped your bum cheek, pulled it to the side and left you further exposed to the man behind you. His other hand remained stroking his, once again, hardening cock. You clenched around nothing, whimpering at the overwhelming emptiness.

“Hmm,” he hummed, and you swear you could feel his gaze burn against your cunt as he pondered, “which hole do I fuck first?”

Your ass was let go, but only for a moment before a harsh slap landed across it. A groan slipped past your lips, and the blood was surely rushing to the surface in the form of Kai’s large hand, ready to bruise into the shape. “I asked you a question, bitch,” suddenly, you missed the loving Kai you had a moment ago, “which hole do I fuck first?”

It didn’t matter what you said here. Kai would choose whichever hole he desired more despite what you say. You didn’t mind that, though — you were just aching to get fucked wherever. An answer was all he was looking for, whether he thought it was right or wrong. “My pussy!” you cried out, “please, divine ruler, I want you to fuck my pussy first.”

Somehow, that was the right answer. “Good girl,” he repeated and without another moment to waste, his swollen tip was passing through your folds. He groaned, hand returning to the globe of your ass to spread you open. The sound was unholy — you were so wet, enough to continue to drip onto the sheets, and as Kai lined up with your cunt, it squelched. “Holy shit,” he uttered breathily, “you’re so fuckin’ wet, baby girl. You really do love being treated like a whore, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed as the fat head of Kai’s dick pushed into you. A soft gasp pushed through your parted lips, followed by a moan slipping right past them. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, gripping them as Kai bottomed out. You could feel the heat from his balls on your clit and whimpered at the prickly sensation.

He stayed like this for a moment, simply relishing in your warm, plushy walls, and you swore you could feel the tip of his dick in your stomach. His hand was now on your hip, and the grip was sure to leave bruises in the shape of Kai’s fingertips. His other hand remained on your ass, practically kneading the fat of it between his fingers as he admired what was all his for the taking. You whined as he pulled back.

His thumb grazed against your spit-soaked rim just as the swollen, pulsating head of his cock rested at your entrance. If the grip wasn’t so tight on your hip, you would’ve thrown your hips back, pushing him back into the depths of your cunt. Instead, you waited in near agony, relishing in the little friction you were getting on your asshole. It wasn’t enough, though, far from it.

When Kai slammed back into you, you saw stars. Moans filled his room, both yours and his creating a beautiful harmony in the sex-filled air. Immediately, Kai found a rhythm he was satisfied with, nothing short of rough. “You like that, baby?” he asked through his teeth, and you could hear the smile on his lips.

“Yes… divine… ruler!” you answered immediately, each word strained between his thrusts and followed by a smacking sound from his hips slamming against your own. His heavy balls hit your clit, over and over without fail. The sensitivity had you whining, and it didn’t help when Kai began to push against your rim. When his thumb finally breached, you nearly screamed at the stretch.

It sank in and stopped at the first knuckle. You threw your head back, chin resting upon the pillow beneath you. Struggled moans and whimpers left your lips like a never ending fountain. They were loud, but Kai, like in any other aspect of your relationship, overpowered them. Deep growls, grunts, and groans rumbled from his chest as he sped up. He finally pushed his thumb in its entirety into your pretty asshole.

His hand left your hip, and you could already feel the ache that took over in his place. He leaned forward, and rather groaned a handful of your hair. He growled as he pulled on it, yanking you up from pillows, the only comfort you found that evening. He didn’t let go once your back was firm against his chest. He held on tight as the back of your head hit his shoulder, receiving bruising kisses along your own. All the while, his thrusts were growing faster. His trusts were growing sloppy.

With a dropped jaw and wide eyes, you whimpered as Kai had his second orgasm of the evening. Pumping you full in a matter of minutes, leaving you with nothing, but only the subtle building of a coil in your tummy. He let go of your hair, and suddenly, your face crashed into the pillows once again. His cock left your achy cunt, and his thumb slipped out of the warm, plushy walls of your asshole. You could feel his cum dripping down your thighs as he spoke up, “flip around, baby girl.”

Once flat on your back, he tugged your pants and underwear completely off. You worked to take your shirt and bra off until you were both completely bare. His eyes devoured your body, pupils blown so wide you would have thought this is the first time he’s ever seen you naked. His cock was already hardening again, but you could tell his Godly stamina was running a bit thin. The tip was nearly purple, and the head had just a subtle bead of white decorating the top.

“You belong to me,” he stated, and no matter how much you wished for those words to be a lie, no matter how much you craved independence, freedom… you knew they were true, “say it, slut.”

The contrast between his caring ‘baby girl’ to the harshness of his ‘slut’ had your head spinning with whiplash. “I belong to you, divine ruler,” your voice was raw, fucked out, and even though your pussy was begging for release, you would’ve been content stopping there.

You were exhausted. As Kai inched closer, hovered above you, you could tell he was, too. Sweat decorated his forehead, causing the blue strands framing his face to curl just the slightest. His breath was hot as it hit your face, “tell me all of your holes belong to me.”

The wet, heavy tip of his dick rubbed against the rim of your asshole. You shuddered. “All of my holes belong to you, Kai,” you repeated, and every muscle in your body tensed as he prodded at the hole with the head of his cock.

“Don’t you fuckin’ forget it,” he murmured, and suddenly, his cock was disappearing from your bum. Rather, he quickly re-entered your cunt, leaving the hole sticky with precum. You couldn’t complain one bit, though, because his cock was buried deep against your cervix, and his thick bush of pubes was hitting your clit just right. You knew you wouldn’t last more than just a mere few thrusts. And he wouldn’t either.

Your hip fit snug in his hand, and his thumb pulled at the hood of your clit as he began to pound into your puffy cunt. You whimpered, now further exposed to his bushy pelvis as it hit your clit with each and every thrust. His other hand grasped your own, tangling your fingers together and pushing it down against the pillow beside your face. You squeezed, hard.

Your free hand was finding refuge on his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. He growled. There wasn’t a moment devoid of eye contact. His were nearly black while yours sparkled beneath him. Both held immeasurable lust, and maybe even a little love. His tip hit that plushy spot inside of you.

“Oh!” you moaned out, finally closing your eyes in hope to just relish in the pleasure.

Kai sped up his motions, attacking your g-spot over and over. “Look at me,” he commanded immediately, and your eyes fluttered open while your cunt wept around his cock.

It was all so hot. His breath as it wafted in your face, your own intermingling with it and steaming up the room. The coil in your lower tummy was burning, tightening and tightening with each thrust of his hips, each hit to your clit, each clench of your pussy. Sweat dewed on your skin, and the beads pearling on Kai’s forehead began to run down his temples.

He groaned, and you could feel his balls tighten just slightly. “Repeat it, baby girl,” he asked, an almost whine to his voice, though it was still gruff and raw.

The coil was close to snapping. Your clit was tensing up, your cunt was tightening — all you needed was a few more thrusts. “‘m yours, divine ruler!” you cried out as Kai rubbed the hood of your clit a few times. It was over; the coil snapped.

Your orgasm hit like one big wave. Your pussy fluttered around his dick, thighs trembled against the mattress. You moaned, too blinded by the climax to realize Kai was finishing off, too, pumping you full of his cum for the third time that night. You hadn’t even realized you closed your eyes once more. 

When you opened them, you were met by the two hands, still interlocked with white knuckles and sweaty palms. You hummed, trembling still from the intense climax, as you moved to look at Kai, whose head was dipped between the both of you, blue waves dangling in front of your eyes. And suddenly, a droplet fell onto your tummy. 

It was water, a tear to be exact, wept straight from the eye of the man on top of you. Before you could speak, or even move your hand to wipe anymore that threatened to spill over, Kai was pulling out. And it was only a moment where you caught a glimpse of those glazed eyes before he disappeared from the bedroom. He left you in a flash, the cum spilling over your folds still dewey and warm. You shivered. 

Kai’s jealousy was a tricky little thing, but you had never ended an envious fuck like this. He loved you, he wanted you despite all the shit he’s put in motion to keep it from happening. You knew you had to talk to him about what just happened, but perhaps that was a chat to bring up in the morning. Instead, you pulled the covers over your shivering body, breathed in Kai’s scent that riddled the blankets, and thought about the one thing you knew for sure now: 

He loved you. 

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[drunkenskunk]

Something funny I've noticed while playing in the Lancer game @xeansicemane is running is that I am the odd-man (woman?) out in our merry little band of misfits. I am the only one in the SRT without an interesting backstory and/or potentially mission threatening Dark Secret.

We have:

- Fern Tiramisu, the fancy rat who has a job on Hell's Gate in a record store that sells more drugs than records. Except this is merely their cover story, as they are really an operative working for the Union Intelligence Bureau, sent to Calliope on a Top Secret Spy Mission. They've also discovered that parts of their memory have been wiped - by them - and are now trying to recover those memories and figure out why they'd do that to themselves in the first place.

- Cassilda Halloway, the very large, very Stronk, practically indestructible crocodile lady who is a champion in Calliope's fighting scene. Her first, last, and favorite solution for any and all problems is "Imma punch it REAL hard." She's hiding out in the system specifically to get away from her family, a bunch of wealthy and influential fucks back in the Karrakin Trade Baronies. Complicating things is that her brother is also here, for reasons unrelated, and has fallen in with the Faith of the One Plumed in Golden Flame, the local Apocalypse Cult.

- Pearce Collartug, a hyena hacker enby who is practically a JoJo character. They pilot a giant snake-shaped Balor, spending most of every fight covering everything that gets close (and lots more besides) in corrosive nanite swarms. In the last session, we all found out that they also used to be a member of The Circuit, a renegade HORUS cell pirate ring run by Triple Point, a Legion Fork NHP (Fern: "It's a fucking WHAT?!") The Illegal Shape has currently escaped its box and is now doing lots of spooky horror movie shenanigans inside a big asteroid.

- Agarin Raankell, a genetically modified supersoldier dragon man hailing from Clan Thunder Skink, and if you think that sounds a little like the Clans from Battletech: you are absolutely correct. Apparently where he came from, someone generations ago found a Battletech source book about the Clans and went "Hey, y'know what would be awesome?" Probably the most stable and level-headed member of the entire SRT, which is hilarious if you know anything about the Clans, but it does make him the de-facto squad leader in most situations involving direct combat. Also, he's psychically bonded with all of us. Because of Reasons.

And then you have my character.

- Scarlet. She's an alcoholic fuck-up.

Personally, I'm fine with it. My design doc for her boiled down to "What if me, but Girl, and also mech pilot?" She's a grunt. A humble footsoldier. Currently License Level 2, and still piloting her Everest. If this were Battletech, she'd probably drive a Hunchback. She's here to fight and get drunk, because she's no good at anything else.

I just think its hysterical that I'm the only one here not doing A Bit.

... come to think of it, I'm also the only one who hasn't been gene modded to be a Funny Animal Person lol

[shortstrawberry]

So, we never got the proper slowburn transition we deserve of Bela going from heartless to her heart beating for the MC. So here's some headcannons and plot bunnies for how things would go after Bela finally got her heart back. Heck, how about we make it even more complicated and let Bela have her memories from previous time loops as well?

Okay, so here we go!!

(Also, quick note. MC is super dense here and can't get a hint)

You really didn't expect that just marching up to Headmistress Miranda and demanding Bela have her heart back would work. But it actually did. And it turns out, Bela did have her heart all along. It was just buried away under layers of whatever hoodoo magic Miranda used. You saw the change happen the minute those layers were taken away.

Bela even without her heart was a person who cared too much. That woman was willing to protect you from crazy cult leader Miranda even at the risk of her own life. Bela's care also showed in the love she has for her family. Let's just say Daniela is out of so much trouble only because Bela intervened all the times from background.

And now, Bela has her heart back. So, are there any noticeable changes? Oh, there are plenty! Although not as drastic as you thought. For starters, Bela still had her crazy work ethic to the T. She just doesn't force you to adopt it now. You are too sick to come to the council room? Bela will come to your dorm room with her soup and take care of you. But she'll also work besides your bedside while you sleep.

Another welcome change is Bela's trust issues piping down a bit. Older Bela refused to drink your coffee. Now, she'll actually pout if you forget to bring her coffee. And yes, you heard it right. Bela actually pouts these days. Especially at you, for some reason.

There is one thing though where Bela has gotten even more uptight ironically. And that's her interactions with her Playgirl sister Cassandra. Whenever Cassandra opens her mouth to ask you out on a date, Bela would make sure to threaten Cassandra with blocking funds for the theatre club. You're glad that Bela is being such a protective friend, but you do think blocking theatre funds is a bit overboard.

You also notice that Bela now shows animosity towards people she was completely fine with before. Exhibit A: Donna Beneviento, Angie's aunt had approached you with a job offer as her assistant at her flower shop. Before you could even reply, Bela popped up behind you, gripping your shoulders in a tight grip as she seethingly replied "No, my Vice President is too occupied in Student Council work with me." Hmm, strange. The interaction was almost like Donna has taken something away from Bela in some past life.

You also wish Bela would kind of stop paying for everything you buy. You get it, Bela feels indebted to you, but c'mon, buying you a rose gold necklace that has Dimiterescu family crest for your birthday is totally overboard! And can someone please ask Daniela and Angie to stop teasing you about how you got a sugar mommy for yourself?

Bela also is less uppity about being touched now. At least when it comes from you. You both have actually started to hug each other before going to your respective dorms. Bela now even initiates a lot of touches on her own! Like one time you fell asleep while working in Library with her, and you woke up with feeling Bela's long fingers lazily carding through your hair.

Lastly, you are also happy that you are getting to spend more time with Bela outside of student council work. Bela is a through and through Dimiterescu when it comes to setting up their hangout places. From museums to extraordinary cafes, Bela has taken you to all the places you can never dream to afford. You're no slacker either though, as you too are finally getting Bela to try fast food burgers and arcade games that Alcina will probably turn her nose up at. But Bela assures you that these hangouts mean the world to her. You're curious though why Bela always stumbles at the word "hangout"

Got anymore ideas you want me to write on? Let me know! Requests are open!

[euryvices]

As someone who has never even touched ATLA (anime), and has only ever seen the movie, let me give you a list of reasons why i absolutely adored it :

aang is literally a kid in this one, like he's a child hero and golden boy, and god, doesn't your chest hurt a little from seeing all that youth pain and pain? don't you feel raw?

katara is a total badass. i know some of the anime fans don't like how she's different, but i look up to her so much and she's younger than me canonically. i would die for her. i esp like the fact that she saw jet, liked him, but the second she realised he was kind of a cult-leader she went fuck that shit im out

ZUKO IS A SMALL BABY I WANT TO PET HIM HE'S A SMALL CHILD HE IS MY SMALL CHILD HAVE YOU EVER FELT SO TERRIBLY ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU WISH TO EXIST IN A TIME WHERE YOU COULD HELP IT HEAL

sokka being a playboy/summer-fling/taylor swift's james from the love triangle coded kinda guy makes so much sense. in the movie he was obsessed with one (1) girl and that never made sense to me. like okay bby pop off monogamous king??? but i definitely feel that sokka is not the kind of person (esp in this time of his life) to be a one-woman guy. also i want to see him get in trouble for it sorry idk

iroh is zuko's dad and none of y'all can convince me otherwise.

i am so obsessed with jet he's literally babygirl. sebastian ATE TF UP!!!!!!

the complexities of monk gyatso being a friend and sort of a parental figure. how aang brought out his childish side, and how life is so terribly aching and huge with grief. how it's palpable in every room. and how love is an intimate boyfriend to time's cruelty and god why can't we let there be tenderness? this isn't fair.

FLUFFY!!!!! BIG!!!!! DOG!!!!! I LOVE APPA!!!!!! HES SO CUTE!!!!!!

ozai is more despicable that any father ive read about or even my own. i wish him all the most terrible forms of daily death.

absolute brilliant fucking chad actors (sorry for using the f-word and c-word) they're absolute g's. i love every single one of them and their ability to act and their personalities and also THEY HAVE A BIG WATER BISON THAT LOOKS ADORABLE HOW ARE YOU NOT HAPPY (SORRY FOR USING THE B-WORD)??????

Rant being over, I respect y'alls opinions fr. I get that seeing somethings change or become different in a new iteration of your favorite work is tough. But let's remember the amount of effort and time it takes for these actors, sets and even storyboard artists to work on these things!!!! Life is so terribly short, why must you fill your time with dissatisfaction? Find the things you love about the new show!! Find the positives!!!

also azula is so luke castellan coded

[eveningepiphany]

insatiable | H.S series, part I

eveningepiphany’s 1k special <3

summary: harry is a prince, natalia is a spy for his court. both of them can’t stand one another, but natalia having to take any direct information she learns about the attempt on his life directly to him seems to put the pair in an interesting dynamic.

SERIES warnings: darker topics, murder, death, cults, alcohol, smut, violence, royal au! harry, fem!oc, fantasy and swearing.

a/n: this is something I’ve wanted to write for a long time now. I love reading fantasy, and I think it would be fun to kind of test the waters in writing a proper series myself.

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A part of me wishes it was nothing like this.

That I didn’t live in a world where everyone was out to deceive you.

But that’s exactly what you get in Carthion. I’d say it’s all you ever get, but maybe that’s just my outlook on it.

Especially when you consider I’m no better than the rest of them.

You see, when you grow up with parents who did the worst things just to get by, you’re conditioned to it. The expectation that everyone is out to get you.

And of course, the things they did weren’t just steal some bread and fruit from the night market to get a feed, or maybe pickpocket a passerby or two bad. The kind of stuff that would have you killed if it was unearthed.

But how I grew up is realistically how I got here.

I’ve been a spy— which is really just a justified way of saying I’m a deceitful murderer— “professionally” for only three years now.

But I’d been really doing it since I was 13. Sounds young, I know. It was young.

The thing was, I was small, smaller than my dad. I could squeeze into little places, move faster, quieter.

And who would suspect a 13 year old to be the one who’d shot a gang leader in an alleyway.

Not a soul apparently.

My father accompanied me on these little “missions” for the first, maybe, forty times? Until little by little he stopped.

He’d just tell me quietly what I needed to do in the dark of our small kitchen. And I’d be off.

Previously, my mother did a similar business. But she broke her leg on an outing when I was around 9. It left her much less physically able then she used to be, leaving her to stay home with me and my elder brother, Theodore. Making small knit items and pottery to sell at the markets— while dad was out.

I’d often catch myself falling into a daydream of where I’d be if I didn’t have the upbringing that I did. If I’d be a married woman yet, or maybe a guard for one of the royal courts if I had the same amount of drive.

But all of that is rather a waste of time, i reason with myself often. I’m busy enough as it is. And it’s about to get a whole lot more hectic.

I’m not conditioned to walk in heeled shoes. Nor am I proper enough to be in the dress that’s currently hugging my frame.

But when business with Royals arises, it’s what I can only assume is a must.

The guard, who bought me in is a few steps infront of me— awful move if I was an intruder— seems to know exactly where he’s taking me.

The corridors are lined with the families crest, large cream pillars with golden accents.

A single brick from this place is probably worth more than my life.

We’d been twisting and turning through the corridors until suddenly I’m greeted with large double doors, ones that would tower above any regularly sized one..

Another 2 burly men are positioned outside of them, gesturing a quick nod to whoever led me here.

A curt knock and a few beats of silence pass. I feel a little sick, I can’t lie.

A posh feminine voice sounds on the other side of the doors, undoubtedly Queen Annabelle herself.

“Come in!”

The doors get swung open, and I’m surprised to see that at first glance, this room is only a business or lounge room. It’s large enough to be a dining hall.

My gaze snaps back over to her as she begins to greet me, something I probably should’ve done first instead of marvelling at the room were standing in.

“Natalia, dear, hello.” My eyes switch between her and her unexpected guest, who— if this room weren’t so large— is tall enough he would’ve been the first thing I seen upon entering.

I’m positive it’s her son. The Prince.

Im unsure what exactly to say even though I practiced this in my head a million times.

I drop into a quick curtesy, “Hello, Your highness.”

I falter momentarily, hesitating to greet the Prince as well.

A extend my greeting to him, after a quiet intake of breath, “and to you too, Prince Harry.”

He has a scowl on his face, hardly giving me a me nod of his head.

I’ve only ever worked with people of a medium prestige. And only ever to silently cover up their dirty work. But I’m hardly surprised to see his distaste towards me.

If I am a minor disgust to the higher class, to the royals like Prince Harry, I must be the equivalent of skum on freshly polished shoes.

“Please, come sit with us. We have much to discuss.” She strides across the room, flowing ivory dress complimenting the green rug that takes up a large chunk of the floor.

She takes to a chair at the head of the table, it’s like a mock-throne, green fabric and deep wooden accents around its frame and arms.

The Prince reluctantly seats in the chair first to her right.

Despite the fact I’ve been allowed in this room, I feel terribly out of place.

I carefully take the chair thats two down from the queen, folding my hands neatly atop the rich wooden table which has a map in the centre of it.

I almost let out a sigh of gratefulness as Queen Annabelle begins talking, and isn’t expecting me to begin.

“Alright. You know the parameters in which you are here in, yes?” She raises her sharp brows.

“I do, for the most part. From the letters I’d received. I’m aware of what business you want me for.”

The Prince scoffs at the word business, and the Queen shoots him a glare.

“There are obviously some details left out. We need to smooth those out, before you can make your pledges.”

I nod, but sense that she’s not done talking.

“You acknowledge that this is going ahead yes? All that is left to do is get it in motion.”

“I do. I have a few questions regarding this job, but they can be covered at a later time if you’d like.” I try to keep my tone steady, formal.

I’m satisfied in her reaction to my words. She wasn’t expecting me to be so put together.

I had worked hard when I was younger to achieve this. My intellect is a strong point— and it makes me appear less rough around the edges.

It’s also that of a weapon, one you can carry everywhere with you, undetected. And it’s just as dangerous as the blade of a dagger.

“Of course. As of now, I’d like to discuss the raw details.”

She gestures towards her son, “My son, here, is a key part of this job. I believe in your letters you were ran down on an attempted assassination within our family. Since it’s now certain you’ll be taking the job, and you’ll be working closely with the both of us, I figure you should know he was the target.”

He’s frowning still as a lock eyes with him. And I connected those dots the second I realised he was in the room.

I have never met him. But from the great vine I’d heard mixed opinions on his person.

“Aside from myself and our head of counsel, he will be whom you take any learned information to.”

She lets out a sigh, “I would like him to be excluded from this process, however, it was made clear it wouldn’t go ahead without his involvement.”

I ponder a moment on how he is allowed a choice in the matter, seeing she’s the Queen and all.

She looks to me for agreement, “Understood.”

“Perfect. Im aware we have little information on who has committed this crime. That is why you’re here. I fear that they will come back and finish what they started.” I steal a glance at the prince again, who looks relatively unbothered considering we’re discussing the details of his near death experience, “I expect you to prevent this from happening.”

High expectations come with exhausting hours of work. But I nod anyways.

“My head of counsel, Tyrone will also need to receive a pledge from you and then he will run you down on the smaller details I have no business in. But other than that, your work will begin after our pledges.”

A lot of damn pledges, too.

This was the worst part of working with people of such a title, the expectance of you to lay yourself down for them, to swear your life and loyalty to them. A pledge knows no time, and can only be withdrawn by the one it’s given too. So the more pledges, the more you’re shackled to. To outright break a pledge would send you straight to exile— so it’s rare to hear of it. It’s like a fucking cult out there, in the barren of the north where the exiles call home.

She prattles on over some more details, that I take as much mental note on as possible, before standing from her chair, “Harry, will you please leave the room while she makes her pledge to me.”

I thank the stars for the this shred of dignity shes allowing me, but i catch the shock on Prince Harry’s face at his removal.

“But—“ he begins and she silences him, “Out.”

He sighs outwardly, sending another glower my way as he walks out the door.

I awkwardly rise from my chair, nerves bubbling through me, trying to prepare myself on what to say.

Theres no script, its all dependent on the situation, so you must say the right things and leave no room for misconception in your words. Mistake and gaps can easily be used against you.

It’s dodgy absolutely, but a risk that must be taken for this business.

“Natalia, is this your first time making a pledge?” She asks from where she stands a few feet away from me.

“No.” It was my third, but she doesn’t need to know that.

It’s not many, especially since in what I do, some people rack them up like it’s a competition.

“Have you been let go of all your previous pledges?”

“Yes.” I nod, which was almost true, all but one.

A risky game I’m playing, lying already, but no risk no reward I suppose is what they say.

Answering no raises to many questions on her end that I hardly feel mentally prepared to answer.

I take initiative to kneel at her feet, ready for her go ahead.

“Very well.”

“Queen Annabelle the fifth, I kneel below you as I vow to uphold my loyalty to you, for as long as it may be needed. I am aware that your life must come before mine at all times, and that I’m never to withhold information that could be of detriment to you or your family.”

I draw in a breath, “All information that I learn in my time working under you will be taken to those of your request, and nothing will be kept to myself that could endanger anybody in your circle. Outside of those im working with, all that I find out is kept to myself. Gossip is for the lowly courts, and I do not wish to start it.”

I pray that ive covered the basis, and begin to close off the pledge, “My name is Natalia Atalanta Finley, and I pledge myself to you, Queen Annabelle the fifth.”

A shudder passes through me as my middle name breaches the tip of my tongue.

This is how the pledges are set in stone. Your second name is to be kept close to your heart; it can be easily used against you. Hence why business using them is unfavourable.

I had held her eye contact, and watched as she nodded. Her face was netrual, not showing whether she was pleased or not.

“Thank you. I will send Harry in for you now.” She sounded calm. Of course she was. Considering she wasn’t the one now down a point.

I only can nod.

Carefully standing, despite the fact I’m going to be kneeling again in a few moments, I brush my hands down the waist of my satin dress.

She heads out the doors, I strain to hear a few muffled whispers that are presumably exchanged between her and her son. Then the door is opening again.

I fight the urge to look away. I am not about to appear shy, or like I am now certainly below them. He strides in, and I finally get a good look at him in the full.

He’s in a black kind of overcoat, and a smooth white blouse-like shirt. The tattoos on his collarbones, which im not sure what they are yet, visible through the material.

I make note of his black trousers and my eyes make their way back to the hair on his head. Its mid length, unruly and curly is the best way to describe it.

He looks smug, yet somehow still inconvenienced by my presence, “kneel, wont you?”

These are the first words he’s said to me directly, and I already want to jam my elbow into his stomach. Terrific.

I take a few steps towards him, and slowly sink back down onto my knees, feet tucked under myself as I hold eye contact with him.

“Your highness,” I begin, but theres an unmistakable edge to my voice.

“Sound like you mean it at least.” He hums.

With a passive aggressive clear of my throat I start again, “Your highness,”

“This y’first time making a pledge?” He quirks a brow almost assuming.

“No.” You frown.

“No need to get your back up.” He laughs briefly, but it’s laced with an audacious tone, one lacking in kindness.

“Continue on, then.”

His gaze is back to burning into me as I pretty much recite what I said to his mother only minutes ago, sticking to the same promises as to not get any misconstrusions on their behalf.

The golden hour light is seeping through the cream coloured curtains that line the windows, it’s casting a glow on his sculpted face. I begin to close off my pledge to him, but he interrupts.

“Remind me again who is in charge of you?” He knows there’s hardly any need for this, considering im on my knees basically promising him my obedience, but he’s doing it to just get a rise out of me.

Which all though he doesn’t get it verbally, he can see the disdain on my face.

“You, Prince Harry.” I say, carefully.

“And you will not do anything without my go ahead first, correct?”

“Within reason, yes.” My job is too impulsive to say yes to that and it not backfire on me.

“Within reason? Elaborate, will you.”

“I must make impulsive decisions. I cannot promise you will always be debriefed on them when its an in-the-moment choice, or if you are possibly a few hundred miles away.”

His gaze narrows, “Within reason it shall be then.”

I close it off, earning a small raise of his eyebrows as he hears my full name.

“Good girl. You may rise.” He says it with a smirk, and with an air of power of me, which of course he now feels he has after my pledge.

“Do not call me that.” I state, pulling at any shred of dignity I have left as I stand up.

“What else would you prefer then?” It’s asked, however it’s clear to me he doesn’t care.

“My name.” I scoff.

“Alright then, Natalia.” He rolls his eyes.

He stares at me a moment, looking ready to leave,“I will see you, unfortunately, tomorrow then.”

I shoot him an unkind look, but keep my lips sealed.

“Anything else to say, sugar?” He teases, a cruel smirk on his face.

“Natalia.” I correct, “No, there is not.”

I decide to be the one to exit the room, uncaring if that is rude. I’ve already sworn him my life, and despite him acting like I’m of no use to him, I know I am— more then he’s leading on anyway.

I open the doors myself, and the guards are quick to check on the prince.

“Are you ok, Sir?” One of them tentatively asked, like as if I’ve hurt him.

“Just fine.” He brushes them off, eyes trailing me as I walk down the hallway despite no sense of where I’m going.

One of the guards hurries behind me,

“Ma’am, where are you going?”

He reaches my side and I glance to him, “Take me to the head of counsel, please.”

I figure I get the last pledge out of the way, and any other debriefing so I can just get out of here for tonight. Worry about it all later, in the earlier hours of tomorrow morning when I have to wake up.

The guard nods, and takes the lead while I try to memorise the twists and turns were making around the palace.

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Tyrone is a fucking asshole.

If I had thought Prince Harry was rude or demeaning, I was in for a shock.

He hardly greeted me as I’d came into what I can only assume is his office. It was dark and unwelcoming, the wood was stained to the colour of black coffee, and nothing about it was homely.

He’d had me making this pledge for what felt like an hour. Running over detail upon detail.

Harshly demanding for more information, more promising.

By the time I’d closed it off— which at the rate we were going I thought was never going to happen— he made me stay for another hour going over what he wanted me to do, so I could start first thing tomorrow morning.

He basically gave me the caseload and then kicked me out.

I was mentally muddled as I left his office, and the halls were now completely dark aside from the warm casting of light from the candles, which sat in candelabras coming out of the walls.

I just wanted to go back to Mabel’s. Get this dress off and back into the confines of her cupboard and sleep.

However was almost caught off guard as someone was at the end of the hallway.

“Natalia.” I heard the deep voice regard me, walking up closer to me.

It surprised me in all honestly, I hadn’t seen them when I first walked out, “Yes?”

“I’m here to take you to your room.”

I was immediately confused.

“My room?”

“Yes. There’s a room made up for you in the western-wing of the palace.”

“I didn’t request a room.” I frown, and no one had told me I’d be staying here.

“All I know is Her Majesty had a room made up for you to stay in while you’re here. Allow me to lead you there.”

I nodded cautiously, but I knew what this was, it was to keep me under watch and control. It seems like a lovely customary gift in exchange for my work, but realistically it’s to stop me from interacting with anyone outside of the palace when I don’t need to.

I contemplate refusing to go, but figured that would just add unnecessary suspicion on my behalf.

I reluctantly followed the bulky man halfway across the palace, and everything started looking the same in the dark until we stopped outside a room. And i nodded a ‘thank you’ as I went through the again, abnormally tall doors.

The room itself was bigger than any whole house I’d ever lived in.

There was a large bed placed in the centre of it, perfectly made of course. And I noticed a closet on my left that took up majority of where the wall would’ve been.

There were a multitude of things hanging in there, ranging from gowns to things only someone like me would wear around here, like cargo pants and plain long sleeves.

The bedside antique lamps were on, casting an also warm glow to the space. The light to the bathroom was also turned on. And when I walked in there, the bath was run, with a set of silk pajamas folded on the large vanity.

It was too much. Wayyy too much for me.

Bribery at its finest.

Poor girl having to do the worst of the worst kind of business because it’s all she knows, suddenly spoiled with the kind of riches the royals had to offer.

I know just how far these kinds of people will go to earn your trust.

However, i still cave when it comes to the bath. I manage— with a slight struggle— to unzip the back of my dress and get fully undressed and into the bath.

It was perfectly warm, small petals floating atop the water.

I keep in the forefront of my mind just how well materialistic bribery like this work because god, it is nice. That’s the whole point.

I don’t know how long i stay in there, trying to soak off the grievances of the day.

But when I finally get out and slip the silky pyjamas on I’m too warm.

I pad out of the bathroom, and find myself at the balcony door.

The cooler air hits me as i step outside. I examine the surroundings. Part out of habit and other out of curiosity.

The ground is not that far away, a survivable jump at least. And if the railing would hold me up I definitely would be able to scale up onto the roof.

I’m mid-inspection when I hear another door open nearby, and my head whips to find the source of the noise.

I drop into a crouch keeping my eyes searching through the gaps in the wooden railing. My eyes fall on a room just across the small courtyard from me.

I spot the tall figure leaning against their own balcony and I realise with a sink of my heart that it was the Prince.

Why his quarters were so close to mine I could only guess. To keep tabs on me?

I stay deathly still as I watch his figure, it’s facing the direction of me, and from his angle he could probably only see the warm lamps and the light streaming out of the bathroom door.

A shake of his head, a spin of his heel and he’s returned into the confines of his own quarters.

I take a breath and am careful to keep my self low as I slip back into my room. Standing to my full height once inside and away from the window.

It is now that I need to fully accept he is going to be a terror to deal with.

I flick the bathroom and bedside lights off, and slide under the covers of the bed.

Head plagued with thoughts, I can’t help but wonder how the fuck I’ve gotten myself into this.

And how exactly it’s all going to pan out.

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[chthonic-cassandra]

Recent books, fiction -

Emma Cline, The Girls - a teenage girl in the late 1960's ends up on the outer edges of a Manson-like (very closely Manson-like) cult. This was okay, but not great, falling too often into cliches about teenage girlhood and lacking a sharp understanding of cult dynamics. By basing the fictional cult in the novel so closely on Charles Manson's Cline gets to handwave a bunch of things about how and why it works, but the seams in the construction show through anyway; Cline's understanding about what leads people to join and stay in these kinds of groups, and how the internal dynamics function, seemed to me persistently surface-level. The strongest part of the novel is the protagonist's potent desire for one of the closest inner circle girls in the cult, which is the reason she becomes entangled much more than any draw from the cult leader himself. There was something interesting there, if Cline had focused on it, and something interesting too in the hints about our protagonist's solitary experiences of lesbian masochistic desire, but this thread was resolved in a way that felt to me disappointingly simplistic. The hints about our protagonist's adulthood following her experience of the cult are also flat, without the messiness of what it can mean to survive that experience. Worth reading as an example of a fictional depiction of organized abuse, but not a great one.

Mona Simpson, Commitment - family saga novel following three siblings as they make lives for themselves following their mother's depressive breakdown and institutionalization in the early 1970's. This had some flashes of clarity and insight, but fizzled out quickly into banality. There were some things that Simpson wanted to say about pragmatism vs making art, and about living in fear of mental illness, but it all got sanded down. The depiction of 'mental illness' is also two dimensional at best. This suffered especially for me in proximity to a recent read-through of The Frederica Quartet, which deals with some similar themes with an incomparably greater level of complexity and beauty. While this novel wasn't terrible, the fact of how lauded it has been made me feel cynical about the state of contemporary literary fiction.

Dion Fortune, Moon Magic - a hilarious but less than successful chapter in my weird journey of reading Fortune's fiction work. Like The Sea Priestess, to which it is a loose sequel, this novel centers around a blatant Dion Fortune self-insert initiating a repressed professional man into sexualized spiritual enlightenment. Unlike The Sea Priestess, Moon Magic is told largely from the point of view of said Dion Fortune self-insert, which brings the narcissism levels up to the nearly intolerable. Left unfinished at Fortune's death, the final chapter was written by her friends which was also not a great choice.

Melody Razak, Moth - a left-leaning, intellectual family in Delhi struggles to cope with the cataclysmic violence of partition. Stepping back from this book there are elements of it, and of the way each character was drawn, which I appreciate, but I felt consistently uneasy reading it, so much that I put it aside for a week in the middle, which is unusual for me. There was something about Razak's narrative gaze which felt exoticizing in its hazy simplicity; this maybe has to do with her conviction to "tell the untold stories" of women who experienced violence during partition, which I don't think is ever a great way to go into a fiction project for reasons I have written about elsewhere. However, the intensely brutal violence of the final section of the book somehow landed for me more as a reader; I don't actually know how I feel about the representational ethics of it, but something about the extremity brought it to a narratively more effective place. I'm still trying to sort through why.

Stacey D'Erasmo, The Complicities - after her husband's conviction for fraudulent business practices, a woman moves to a town in New England, opens a massage practice, and gets emotionally involved with a beached whale. Ugh. This was very bad, and I don't know how it ended up on my to-read list. Flat, simplistic prose style, irritating narrative voice, unlikable characters. Whatever.

Kikuo Tsumura, There's No Such Thing As an Easy Job (trans. Polly Barton) - genuinely hilarious satire on Japanese capitalist culture. A young woman, burnt out on her previous job (the nature of which isn't revealed until the end, which was an effective choice for me and so I'm not spoiling it), seeks to find a form of employment that will require the least possible from her intellectually and emotionally, ending up in increasing surreal work situations. This kind of book often doesn't work for me (I'm not a big humor person), but this was sharp and understated and very good. The section at the cracker factory in particular had me trying ineffectively to explain its hilarity to people around me. Recommended.

Catherine Lacey, Biography of X - in an AU United States where the southern states seceded in the mid-twentieth century, a newly widowed woman attempts to find out the truth about her wife, a notoriously secretive and manipulative artist. This was ambitious in its metafictional conceit and had a premise that intrigued but ultimately didn't live up to its promise. The world-building of Lacey's AU felt implausible and insufficiently developed; there were so many aspects of it that didn't land, like the distracting use of real-life figures or the total lack of critical analysis around race and gender. If the AU premise had been removed and the focus kept tighter on the central relationship it might have worked, but there too we just didn't have enough to go off of. This mostly just made me wish I was rereading Siri Hutvedt's The Blazing World, a much, much stronger metafictional depiction of a female artist, which maybe I should do.

Mariana Enríquez, Our Share of the Night - in Argentina during the period of military dictatorship, a young father attempts to save his son from the abusive group of which he has been a part since childhood. I loved this book so so very much. As a horror novel, as a depiction of organized abuse and intergenerational trauma, as a representation of the ways that state and interpersonal violence repeat and mirror. It's not a perfect book - I think that the last third could be tightened and shifted in certain ways - but what it's doing is so strong and specific that I don't mind. I sort of want to buy a copy and reread it right away. Strongly recommended, with the content note that it is a very emotionally plausible and unsparing depiction of its subject material.

[hadassah4ever]

Warnings: Virginity loss, shameless breeding kink, corruption kink, age gap (I imagine reader as 18, so legal, but not moral.), very dub-con, Kai calls you a “little girl”, Kai being sexist as hell bc he’s Kai lol, idk if i’m missing any, plz forgive me 💀

Author’s note: A ‘porn with barely any plot’ fic I wrote in like an hour that I barely proofread, enjoy. 👍👍 (Kai is as nice as he can get in this.)

W.C.: 1.2k

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Nobody respected me in the cult. Whatsoever.

I felt it deep in my bones, I didn’t really know if it hurt me or if that’s what I should’ve expected joining a group based on murder, when even I knew I couldn’t bring myself to hurt someone. It was a miracle they even kept me around, and even I didn’t know why they did.

After another meeting, I felt Kai place his hand on my shoulder and mutter something in my ear about having a meeting in the basement, and all of a sudden, I knew it. He was either going to make a move on me, or kill me. Maybe both.

Eventually we ended up in the basement, the door closed and locked.

“I think you know why we’re down here, don’t you?” He asked, condescendingly.

“I’m not too sure what to think anymore, divine ruler.” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady to give an heir of confidence. He let out a short, menacing laugh. “Oh, you know why. You’re too docile to kill anyone, the only reason I’ve kept you here is because you are the one who will carry my child, my messiah. No debate.” My head spun a bit at his intimidating tone.

I silently nodded. There really was no debate, begging would do no use and there really was no leaving the cult, apart from in a body bag. “God you’re perfect. If I’d met you earlier you would’ve probably had a ring by now. I’ve always wanted a woman who submitted to men, like you.” He spoke through a smug smile, standing up and walking over to me, gazing down at me.

“Have you ever fucked a guy before?” He asked, even though he probably knew the answer to that question. I shook my head, looking up at him, “No, divine leader.” I softly muttered. As soon as those words fell from my lips he dove down to my level and began making out with me, his tongue sliding its way into my mouth, my inexperience showing itself to him.

Eventually we broke apart and he looked at me with a mundanely terrifying smile, which completely scared me. “Strip.” He commanded. I stood up and began to nervously undress which amused him completely. Amused might even be an understatement, he looked at my bare body with what could only be described as the complete embodiment of lust, my trembling shoulders enticing him.

He walked over to me slowly, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his underwear down to just under his balls, his cock springing free. “Lay down.” He spoke, his tone became more smug but softer in a way, as he knew I would follow his orders. And I did. I laid down, the cold floor startling me, making me shiver for a split second.

“I’m going to be nice to you, sweetheart. You’ve been so compliant, I’m going to start off slow.” He told me, sounding like he wanted to win an award for ‘Not The Meanest Cult Leader Ever’. “Thank you, divine leader.” I spoke, not trying to make him angry and lose out on the not-so-painful impregnation he was about to perform. “Such a sweet girl, Jesus.” He was kneeling over my body, knees right next to my neck, and he began to push his cock into my mouth, the odd, slightly unpleasant taste coating my mouth.

He slowly pushed it in until he reached my throat, I coughed around his dick, certainly feeding his ego. He began to speed up, him thrusting into my mouth and me trying to hold back gags and coughs, until he stopped, pulling out of my mouth. “I’m saving my cum for your pussy.” He chuckled, smugly. He stood up and kneeled by my closed legs, pushing his hands between them and pulling them apart.

“You have the prettiest pussy, I can’t wait to see it stuffed full.” His colourful speech slightly shocked me, but I laid there, almost catatonic. He was slightly displeased with my lack of thanking him, but pushed his fingers against my clit anyways, making small circles.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good, my toes twitched, almost curling in repressed moans, the most noise I let out was small whimpers as he continued to play with my clit, he moved his face up to mine, placing another kiss on my lips. “You’re so adorable, I don’t know why I haven’t made you do this before.” He chuckled, one of his fingers entered me and I arched my back, squealing quietly.

He pumped his finger into me deeper and explored me, trying to find the spots that made me moan. “You’re so tight, I don’t know how I’ll even fit inside you.” He laughed, darkly. Before I could orgasm, he pulled his finger from my hole, I panted and just looked up at the ceiling. I felt his cock enter me, I gasped at the sensation of him stretching me out, and the new feeling of a cock inside of me. Even he had to pause for a second, but the break didn’t last long, as he began to slowly push his dick fully into me, making me squirm and let out slightly louder moans.

“My god I love corrupting little girls like you, I love feeling the stretch of virgin pussies, but fuck I’ve never felt a pussy strech as perfectly for me as yours has. You’re made for me, you little cock slut.” He spoke while grunts interrupted his dirty speech. My breaths were shallow and filled with pleasure as he pumped himself into me, continually getting faster and harder, his balls slapping against the skin of my ass.

He let out a low groan as he filled me up completely with his cock, he moved to push my thighs against my chest and my calves over his shoulders. “I can’t fucking wait to see your tits fill with milk and your stomach swell with my messiah.” He panted, slapping one of my breasts as he continued thrusting into me deeply.

His pace started getting unsteady and sloppy, in limbo between getting faster and getting slower. He started pounding into me, primal grunts filling the room. His fingers moved to my clit again, doing the same circles he was just doing moments ago. “Fuck… Cum with me, sweetheart. You’ve been so perfect.” He panted out.

I felt myself reach my peak, euphoria wracking me as I clenched my pussy around him, feeling him bury his cock fully inside me, unmoving as he filled me with a large load of cum, staying inside me to not let any leak out.

He looked down at me and smirked. “Don’t think we’re done just yet, dear.”

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part 2 maybe… 👀👀

[daddy-suguru]

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥’𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ Suguru lives out some of his darkest dreams with you. His newly claimed bride and favorite devoted follower.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▸ 6.6k

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ dark nsfw, cult leader! savoir! dom! possessive! obsessed!suguru, devote cult member! service sub!reader, title use of sir, knife play - blood play, huge praise kink, ‘worship’, fingering, squirting, suguru shows off his strength, oral, breeding - you're on the pill, corruption kink, suguru has to teach you, throat fucking, dacryphilia, age gap - Suguru is in his mid 30s while reader is early 20s, size kink, fucking in a church, suguru gets you to beg, hints to mirror sex and hints at pussy eating, dirty talk

Suguru asks you, "Is my word not the word of god himself?" And he can see the internal struggle on your face. As you fight with the previous teachings of purity that he knows has kept you a good little virgin well into your twenty. Since, like him, you grew up in this church.

You keep your answer short, "Yes sir."

Over the years Suguru had worked himself into the head position of the head of the church. And you have supported him along the way, helping him organize events and giving him words of encouragement. While never prying into his more secret plans for the church.

Suguru tells you with a soft grin, "Don't worry, you will be my wife as well. So we are simple enjoying ourselves before we will marry in front of the whole church within a month. It's already set. The lord believes I've served him well, so he is merely giving me my reward, you. Who else should be my wife other than you, after all?"

Suguru tells you with a soft grin, "Don't worry, you will be my wife as well. So we are simple enjoying ourselves before we will marry in front of the whole church within a month. It's already set. The lord believes I've served him well, so he is merely giving me my reward, you. Who else should be my wife other than you, after all?"

Suguru tells you with a soft grin, "Don't worry, you will be my wife as well. So we are simple enjoying ourselves before we will marry in front of the whole church within a month. It's already set. The lord believes I've served him well, so he is merely giving me my reward, you. Who else should be my wife other than you, after all?"

Looking him in his dark warm eyes, knowing that he wants you to strip before him and the cross and bend over for him. You whisper, "I don't even know anything about...lovemaking..." Just the way you struggle to say the word is adorable. "But I would happily be your wife. It's just I wasn't expecting you to choose me. Shouldn't you want an older woman to suit you better?"

Suguru assures you, "You're not supposed to doubt yourself, which is to doubt my choice. When the lord told me to find the best women to stand by my side and help me lead this church to see the light of God and his glory, you were the first women that came to mind. Always so eager to help me, also so willing to seek my advice when you're struggling." He leans down and presses his lips to your neck.

You softly gasp, as you softly grab onto his dark sweater. Suguru didn't have to tell you, you weren't his first women. He could let you believe in that lie, since you would be his favorite and this last. He couldn't risk you finding out about him having some stupid affair and losing you.

The only reason that he had lied and was so pushy tonight is that a member of Suguru's church, Tom, had come to him for help on how to date you. So Suguru is going to make it very clear to everyone that you're his.

Suguru softly kisses your neck and you whine in disappointment. "You were always very obvious that you liked me as well. This is why we are going to become one tonight under the eyes of god. You want to be with me, don't you?"

You whimper, "Please, sir." Your body warms up, with most of the heat pooling between your legs. Something that Suguru often caused within you. But it had never been this intense before.

Suguru sounds too happy to tell you in a low, deep voice, "I always loved hearing you call me that. I've wondered for so long why hearing you say that made my cock throb, but now I know it's because God made us for each other." At hearing him say cock, you blurt,

"Sir!" And Suguru chuckles as he pulls out a knife holding to your throat. And you don't even question why he has one as you look back into his dark eyes.

You were waiting for him. The very thought of you giving him your virginity has been something Suguru thought about over the past year. And here you are at long last. He didn't want to wait much longer to hear you crying that he was too big to be inside your bleeding pussy.

Suguru tells you, "I'm holding a knife to your throat and the look in your eyes has only gotten hungrier. Put your hands on the altar, with your cute butt in the air, for your future husband and father to your kids." He wondered how long it would take before you became cock hungry for him. Since he wouldn't stop fucking his cock into you until your pussy got used to his cock and enjoy his fat head hitting your sweet spot.

You walk up to the altar that you’ve seen Suguru preach at every Sunday morning and Wednesday night for the past several years. Since you would never miss a service, something he made a note of.

Bending over and placing your hands on the altar, you ask, “What if someone catches us?” The way your voice shakes and the soft trembles of your body is making Suguru's cock throb. As his cheeks flush with heat and he wonders how he is so worked up at the sight of bent over in front of his altar. Where he has placed the bread from your savior on your tongue, and let his fingers linger as you close your mouth. While he lets the thought of your lips wrapped around him, his cock slips through his brain before he shoves them back.

“The sight of my future wife will bless them and be the last thing they see before I blind them for their transgressions against what is mine. Since you won’t be quiet for me tonight, anyone who passes will know. If they follow the sound of your whimpering and screaming voice, they only have their curiosity to blame.” And you shiver as Suguru's fingers trail along your thighs as he slides up the fabric of your skirt.

Suguru lets out a low, slow whistle, before he says, “Babydoll, are you always soaking your panties around me, or are you more excited now that I have this?” You rub your thighs together and Suguru presses the flat of the blade on your clothed pussy and you become still. As you confess,

"I'm sorry sir, I've thought about going to the doctor's to see what's wrong. But it's embarrassing to admit something is wrong with me down there. Since I make a mess whenever I see you, I can't help it. Please help me, Sir." Suguru moves the knife to your cheeks as he turns the blade on your skin but doesn't cut you.

He gives you the kindness of getting used to the feeling of his knife. Since you know nothing about sex, he could make you his perfect submissive. And tonight after tonight, he could have any way you want. You didn't even question his proclamation of violence towards another for seeing you naked. Just as expected, you are so devoted to you would do anything to please him.

"Your pussy is supposed to react this way to me. This is just further proof that God created you himself to be a gift to his chosen one, correct babydoll?" He presses his clothed bulge against your covered-up pussy. As he drags the tip of the knife up the waistband of your panties. Which he slips the knife under as he cuts the fabric quickly, making you gasp in shock,

"Sir!" Your cheeks are burning at the idea of the first man staring at your pussy. You try to calm yourself by telling yourself and Suguru,

"My body is yours," Suguru pulls away and cuts the other side of your panties. Before he takes off the fabric and lefts it to his nose to smell your sweet pussy as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. As you say,

"As it is God's will that you enjoy his chosen one, enjoy his gift however you want to. I will do my best to behave for you every night and be a lovely wife you are proud of." Your submission and willingness to be his breedable trophy wife is like a drug, giving Suguru a tingling high as he decides that his own pants and underwear are too uncomfortable around his cock. He tells you,

"Take my cock out. I want to see the face you make when you see me. Don't disappoint me now." He wants to cut your cheeks, but he also wants to ease you into this, to draw out the corruption of someone so pure that had the misfortune of falling into his sight. Since another would make love to you in a gentler way than he would.

Suguru couldn't say that he doesn't love you, which is why he took such quick and drastic action to make you only his. His love was more intense, craving something from you that required you to endure pain mixed in with intense, overwhelming pleasure. Something that you would come to learn since he would make you worship him and then reward you for your sacrifices of taking everything he gives you.

Turning around and getting on your knees the way you have in front of him many times. Only before you had your hands clasped together in prayer for guidance through your problems. He would always place his hand on top of your head. Sometimes you would come and kneel for the sake of having the comfort of his hand on top of your hand.

Now as you kneel, Suguru doesn't touch you as he waits for you to be the one to touch him. His smile widens as he sees your hands shake as you reach for the button of his suit pants. You look up from his button as you slip it out and grab onto his zipper, dragging it down as you bite into your bottom lip. You look so beautiful on your knees, looking so unsure yet excited with his cock so close to your face.

Letting your bottom lip go so you can tell him, "Punish me as you see fit if I disappoint you, Sir." You want him to see how serious you are about pleasing him as you pull his zipper down. And Suguru tries to see if you have a praise kink by saying,

"I adore how you submit yourself to me." You pull his pants and underwear down and Suguru groans at the relief his cock gets as it springs free. Your eyes go wide, as you take in the curve of his cock, and the veins that run from his pink head down to his dark trimmed hairs. Suguru finishes by saying,

"Sweet devotion deserves a reward don't you think." You look up at Suguru and his cock twitches at the sweet sight of you kneeling in front of him while looking up at him. With your snug yet modest sweater hugging your body. And your skirt is pooling around you. He had dreamt of ruining you in this outfit many times since you've worn this combo to service. Which is why he complimented you in hopes you would wear more skirts and snug sweaters, softly ask,

"Can I show my devotion a bit more Sir? I want to show you my gratitude for everything that you have done for me." Your eyes flick down to his cock that is so close to your face. He has been there for you throughout the past few years of your life more than ever, with helpful advice and even giving you a hand in moving to a place close to the church just down the road. So you could be on call should he need help with anything.

A house that Suguru is thinking of moving into, so the two of you could have a private place away from church for extra worship. Suguru presses the tip of the knife to your cheek, slowly dragging it down to your jaw as he says,

"You may, by opening your mouth for me." You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. As Suguru grabs your cock and he places his warm, thick cock head on your tongue. The pre-cum that had trickled down his head rubs onto your tongue. He tells you,

"Close your mouth and keep your tongue stuck out. And I want you to keep your eyes on me." You look up from the dark patch of hair into his dark narrow eyes. Your cheek is burning along with your pussy. Which is dripping onto the floor and you worry about the mess you're creating.

A thought that is forgotten when Suguru slowly pushes his hips forward the moment you close your lips around his head. Your lipstick smears on his cock when pulls back after a shallow thrust into your mouth. So you can get an idea of what Suguru is about to do to your mouth. Suguru asks,

"That isn't so bad, is it? You can be a good girl. And it there and let me get myself off with your sweet mouth that so often follows me in prayer." Even though you can't answer, as he pushes his cock past your lips, he goes deep into your throat. And even though you've been trying to relax your throat, you still gag around him. The way your throat squeezes him while showing him a thick bulge, Suguru lets out a groan. That echo in the large congregation room.

Trying to keep the tears from running down your face, you rapidly blink three times. Before you furrow your brows as a fat tear rolls down your cheek. As Suguru keeps his cock buried in your throat. He says,

"I'm going to be the only one who knows how you look with your mouth stuff full of cock while your beautiful eyes well up with pretty tears. You can cry for me. I want to see your makeup running down your pretty face." He pulls his cock out and you take in a quick breath from your nose. As a few tears trickle down your cheeks. He softly coos,

"There we go. You look so pretty." He folds up his knife, and he undoes the top few buttons of his white button-up. Suguru stops about halfway through, leaving his loose shirt hanging off his frame. While giving, letting you see for the first time his thick, male tits.

Suguru smirks as he sees the way you stare at his now exposed chest. He says, "Such a pretty, warm, and wet mouth for me to make love to. You want that don't you to find out how your savior makes love to love to his favorite devoted little lamb." You accidentally groan and the vibrations go up Suguru's cock, pooling in his heavy balls. This gives him the idea to tell you,

"Hold my balls and softly massage them with one of your hands." Suguru forgives you for looking away to ogle his chest since you look back up into his eyes a second later. As your tears fill with mores tears when Suguru thrusts himself balls deep into your mouth, your nose pressing into the short dark hair of his pubes.

You lift your hand to fondle him. Suguru is warm, soft, and heavy in your hand. You softly roll the palm of your hand while watching Suguru's reactions. And taking his heavy groans that make your pussy ache as a sign he is enjoying himself.

Only this time, he pauses there, as he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. "I'm going to leave my cock deep in your throat, be a good girl and hold it for me while your massage my balls." You gag around him before you can relax your throat. And he groans,

"Fuck take me just like that, my sweet darling. Keep playing with your husband's fat balls. You are such a good little wifey." Suguru has to forgive you again for looking down when he slips his shirt off. Since he loves the star-struck look as the fabric slips off his broad shoulders, built by his years of working out to ensure he stayed in great physical shape. The importance of taking care of oneself is a part of his teachings.

It is something that so many lost souls who lack self-esteem like yourself flock to. Hoping to possess the confidence and success that Suguru himself has. He plans to build you up and worship you as long as you behave for him.

Suguru pulls his cock back after he peels his shirt off his thick arms. Which flex as he does. And you decide quickly that you adore the way you can see the hard muscles moving under his skin as he moves. But you can't let yourself watch as you look back into his eyes, wanting to hear his praise.

Suguru reminds you by saying, "There will be plenty of time to stare at the rest of me while we are married. But for now, I need to see you crying as I fuck my cock into your mouth." His words are dirty, unlike anything you've heard before. But you don't want him to stop, you want to hear him praise you in every filthy way. And to hear him talk about what he is doing to you in his smooth and soothing voice.

Thrusting his cock into the back of your throat as your hand stills and you are just cupping his balls as he sets a steady pace. And you can't help but whimper as his cock rubs against your tongue, the softness of his skin, the taste of his pre-cum when his head is in your mouth.

Along with the ache of his thickness stretching your throat, and the heavy groans, his chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. As his cheeks turn pink and he runs his hand through his hair.

Your wet thigh mouth makes him forget his air is in a man ban. Which is now hanging messily. So he slips the band out of your air, a simple action that looks so good when he does it. All of it is making your body burn and your pussy wetter. Suguru groans,

"I love fucking your little throat so much. You are taking me so well, gagging around me and squeezing me with your throat." The way his hair is slipping past his shoulders, framing his handsome face makes you even more certain you are at the feet of God's savior worshiping. Since Suguru appears to be an angel in your blurry vision.

Suguru slips his cock out of your mouth and says, "Tell me how you are feeling." You stay on your knees looking up, blinking away tears and trying to catch your breath.

"My pussy is dripping on the floor, and I'm so warm and I'm getting frustrated. Not at you, sir, but at how I'm feeling. It's too much." Suguru wants to fuck your throat some more, but he knows you have a few years of spent of sexual frustration that is catching up with you while you kneel before him. So Suguru tells you,

"Go sit in your normal spot, that you pick up from watching me so closely with those pretty eyes of yours." There are so many times that Suguru wanted to ruin you where you sat with your thighs pressed together and your eyes glued to him.

Your attention is addictive as if he is the only one that matters to you at that moment. The look of utter adoration and devotion for him. Therefore, a part of him hates that you have to look away from him to go sit down in the front pew.

To where he follows you, Suguru is standing in front of you when suddenly his face lights up and he says, "Put your sweater underneath yourself so your blood doesn't stain it." There is no horror on your face, no question about why you are going to be bleeding, only obedience. Which is rewarded with a soft kiss on your forehead before he gets on his knees in front of you.

You breathe, "Sir, I'm so happy that you chose me for this." Your heart is pounding as he cups your cheek with one large hand. You lean your head against his palm as he rubs his thumb from side to side. He tells you,

"I know you are my darling. I'm excited to be the first and only one to touch you down here. " You hear his knife flick open and feel the cool flat blade press against the inside of your thigh. He moves the knife so that he is dragging the tip in towards your pussy lips. He tells you,

"I going to cut your thighs." There is a slight panic that flashes in your tearful eyes that melts as he slips one finger past your lips. You don't know how badly he wants to corrupt you, to teach you that with pain comes great pleasure. So that you crave it more.

Suguru curls his finger inside of you, slipping it out and smearing the wetness of your clit. Before he slides his finger teasingly around your pussy hole. As he presses his thumb to your clit. He watches your face as he rubs soft circles into your clit and he explains, "Because I want to see you bleed and how much you can handle from me." You nod your head before you remind him,

"If I am God's gift to you, then enjoy me in full, as you will whenever you need to. Regardless if I'm awake or not, my body is yours." He rewards your answer by slipping his finger past your lips. And the way your head falls back, as your lips part and your eyes flutter shut as you let out the pretties moan of,

"Suuuggurrunnahhn-" You can't hold back a single sound. As your tight pussy clenches around his finger, he rubs the soft gummy insides of your pussy. Your lips wrapped around his finger, wet and begging for him to taste.

So he slips his finger out and your lift your head, and open your eyes to see him sticking his wet finger into his mouth. The groan he makes while he stares you in the eyes has your pussy clenching around nothing. He slips his finger out of his mouth and says,

"Call me by my first name. I love the way you say my name when you are crying it out so sweetly." He slips his finger past your lips and the whimpers fall from your lips as he curls his finger inside of you. As he feels for that sweet spot that will have you trembling the way he craves seeing. He groans

"Such a noisy pretty baby for me, aren't you?" He moves his thumb back to your clit. And this time, he quickly drags the knife across your skin. As your moans become a whimpering cry and then you whisper,

"Thank you for cutting me." Suguru leans in to hear you better. And the way you whimper, "It hurts so much." Has his cock throbbing, but he knows he has to ignore himself for a little while longer. Since you are whining,

"Your fingers feel good." You are trying to talk the way he did to you before, so you ramble more about how you are feeling,

"It's both overwhelming, but I can handle it. Please cut me some more while you touch nghhnnn please, please please Suguru." You break down begging for him so easily as his finger grazes that spot he has been looking for. And so he slips another finger past your lips and spreads them out as you jerk your hips. And Suguru encourages you by saying,

"Finish what you were saying." He wants to hear you talk about your pussy more and how much you love how he touches her. Since just two of his fingers are making you lose your mind and become so undone so easily. He knows you are going to be utterly drunk off his cock. And that he wouldn't be able to stop until you become limp and about to pass out.

Suguru can finally understand how one can get drunk off another. Because of the way you are staring up at him with your lashes clumping together with your tears. And your mascara running down your face with your smeared lipstick.

Your kissable lips can't seem too close as you whine, moan and cry for Suguru, endlessly unable to keep quiet. As he closes his two fingers and softly rubs that spot. While he rubs your soft and puffy clit and the way you close your legs yet spread them back open after he adds another cut to your thigh. Your sweet reaction, soft wet pussy, and beautiful cries are better than Suguru dreamed of when he has his fist around his cock late at night.

You close your eyes as you say, "Please cut more some more while you play with my pussy." Suguru leans down and softly kisses underneath the two shallow cuts he has made. That has blood already beading up along the small slice.

Then Suguru adds a third cut that goes through the first two. And this time your pussy clamps down on his fingers as your hips jerk and your cry turns to a sob of, "It hurts," that becomes a moan as he quickens the pace of his fingers, "so good. It's so confusing, Suguru." Suguru folds up his knife, setting it on the floor between his legs..

He grabs your thighs and he squeezes near the cuts, his breath becoming shaky as it hitches at the sight of your blood trickling down your thighs. Since he knows it's going to smear when he takes you in a mating press. Suguru coos,

"That's good little baby, that's how it's supposed to feel. I'm worshiping your sweet body, and partaking in the sweet sacrifice of your virgin body." He had thought about what position should he first let you have his cock and the mating press is always the one he circles back to.

It is just too perfect, keeping you from running from him. While he has you spread open and he can see your pussy, face, and the way his cock is going to bulge inside of you.

Not only that, tonight would mark the night Suguru would finally let you know something that he has always known; that you have always meant to be his. And tomorrow afternoon, when that foolish man asks you out, you'll be able to tell him you are already engaged to Suguru Geto and set to wed in a month.

"Something happening you might want to-" you are gushing before you can finish. As you place your hand over your face, embarrassed by the thick creamy juices squirting from your pussy onto his fingers.

Behind your hands you mumble, "I'm sorry." Suguru reaches up with his free hand as you keep whining. As he slips a third finger into your sensitive pussy as your squirt comes to a dribble. Suguru would have to clean up the mess himself after he put you to bed, but for right now he says,

"I'm so proud my baby is a squirter." He slips his fingers out, and he grabs your thighs, smearing your slick on your skin. He presses a soft kiss to the cuts, his warm tongue tracing over one of them before he moves his head towards your pussy. You place your hands on his hair without thinking about it. As his soft bloody lips press against your wet slit.

Quickly pull your hands away, as Suguru slips his tongue past your lips before he pulls away as well. As your mind is stuck on his tongue slipping inside of you more so that the words coming out of his mouth,

"I wondered how long it would take before you touched me. Do you want to feel my soft hair, my warm skin, my large built figure as I play with your soft, squishy, smaller body?" You don't answer instead you whimper,

"You kissed my pussy." He smiles as he leans in and kisses your lips. You follow the way his lips part. And Suguru slips his tongue into your mouth.

All you can taste is your pussy and blood in Suguru's deep kiss.

You never thought your first kiss would be like this. It didn't matter. You are tangling your hand into his soft hair, trying to hold him close anyway, anyway. Even going further as you wrap your legs around his wide waist. While you slide the other hand down his chest, dragging your nails as you let out a needy whine.

Suguru can't help but groan as you finally let go of thinking and did what felt most natural to you. As your lust overcomes any nervousness, that Suguru had been enjoying.

Suguru's cock, and balls are aching from the neglect. So when he breaks the kiss he tells you, "I'm going to give you your reward for being such a good girl for me. Your reward is my cock inside your sweet pussy. You want that, right?" You sweetly nod, as you bite into your bottom lip while reassuring yourself that if he fits in your mouth, he could fit in between your legs.

Suguru cups your butt cheeks before standing up, lifting you off your seat as you make a soft sound of surprise. And then cling onto him even tighter than before. With his lips so close to your's Suguru says,

"My beautiful wife wants to be rewarded by having me make love to her pretty pussy. Say it." He had gone easy on you tonight, he could ease you in, corrupt you bit by bit. Until you begged him to do these things to you without being told to.

You press a soft kiss to his lips before you say, "I want your cock in my pussy as my reward for being a good wife to you. Please let me have your cock in my pussy." The last part comes rushing out in your need to feel the pleasure Suguru gave you once more.

Suguru reaches down to grab his cock, rubbing his tip along your slit. The soft wetness of your lips on his cock head makes him groan before he says, "Look at you becoming a woman for me tonight, and you doubted my choice. Tell me your pussy is mine and ask me to put my cock inside." He holds back on pushing you down on his cock, and slipping inch after inch into you. Until his cock head kisses the back of your pussy and he can feel the bulge of his cock inside of you pressing against his belly.

You could be in a mating press in the air. Every thrust from his hips would bounce you. All you have to do is hold on to him until he makes you both cum. Then he can take you up to his room within the church for round two.

You press soft kisses on his jawline and then you say, "She is your pussy, Suguru. Please put your cock inside your pussy. I've been so good, waiting for my reward." You are a quick learner, or maybe it's out of lustful desperation that you are begging him so well.

Suguru moves his hand on your butt cheek, up to your hip and he lets you have only his tip. You whine, "Give it all to me Suguru." And he pushes you down on his cock, your pussy.

The tightness of your pussy, even though he fucked you open with his thick fingers, is giving him some resistance. As Suguru pushes his hips up to meet yours. While he moves, he slips both of his hands underneath your thighs, getting them high on his flexed upper arms. While he holds onto your waist, Suguru stays still with his cock deep inside of you.

The way you stretch around him and clench your soft walls so tight it's almost painful for Suguru. Who has to take a moment to get used to behind inside of you. As he takes in the pretty face you making with your parted lips and your eyes rolled back. He softly coos,

"Is my cock too much for your sweet little pussy? Tell me, baby. I want to hear you say every dirty little thing to me, sweetheart. I love you so much. We have been made to love each other like this." He softly kisses away the tears he is making you cry. Before he says,

"It's why it feels so good. God created your soft pussy to squeeze my cock just like this. Isn't that right?" He slowly pulls away, but your pussy doesn't want to let him go as he feels you tug with him.

Your words are sloppy and slurring, "Riiight Suguruuuu." He can't help but smirk at your response as he moves his hands down from your side to your hips.

Both legs are burning, with your left leg burning more than the right, from getting pressed up against your side. The pain is mixing with the excitement at how effortlessly Suguru holds you in the air is making your stomach flip. While the painful pleasure of his heavy thick cock sliding along your soft gummy pussy. And you swear you can feel some of his veins when you keep your pussy clenched around him.

The swirl of emotions and sensations is making you a mess in Suguru's grasp. As he slowly fucks his cock into your pussy. And you cup his face as he wraps one of his hands loosely around your throat. The thought of him squeezing excites you for a reason that you don't care to understand as you ask,

"Squeeze?" There is the nervousness that faded away earlier bubbling back up inside of you. Which makes Suguru's smile stretch into a wild smirk as his grasp on your throat tightens and his pace quickens. And the loud smacking of his hips fills your ears as every thrust makes you bounce before you fall back down on his cock.

Suguru lowly says, "Sweet little baby, taking me so well, doing everything I've told you to do. And begging for my cock, touching me so sweetly. Baby, you've always been my favorite follower. I can't wait to have you by my side during worship and in my bed." And you can't pay attention to his words, as the feeling of his cock rubbing that sweet spot that his fingers were earlier consumes your every thought.

Suguru turns around and walks towards the altar, where he presses you against the wood. As he uses the wood against your back to make his thrusts harder. Since he wants to throw you over your edge before he quickly cums. He moans,

"Your pussy is too damn good princess, I can't hold back much longer. I want to fill you up but I want to taste your sweet pussy after this. How am I supposed to enjoy the flavor of your pussy if my cum is mixing with it?" You slip your hand out of his hair, scratching down his back as he groans. And he roughly bites down on your shoulder.

You would cry if Suguru's large hand wasn't crushing your small throat. Suguru almost breaks through the skin before he lets your shoulder go. And he softly kisses his bite mark then he says lowly in your ear,

"It's ok. I can always fill you up with my cum right after. And you can watch me while I do in the mirror in front of my bed." He loosens his grasp on your throat. You take in a sharp gasp, which becomes a weak cough as you turn your head away.

Only for Suguru to grab your chin and turn your face back to him when you are done. So he can spit in your mouth. You swallow his spit and stick your tongue back out as you clench around him, cumming for the second time that night.

The sensitivity and the light-headedness and the fact that you first and you're only will be your long-time love makes it hard not to cream on Suguru's cock.

Suguru says, "You are going to be a good girl and watch me fuck you in front of it. So you know how beautiful you are while taking all of my love." You didn't know love would be so rough yet feel so good. Or maybe that is Suguru.

The way he makes you feel always made you feel confused. But like you always did with Suguru, you simply accepted it as you whine,

"I love you Suguru. Give all of your love. Please don't want you to hold back." Your sweet confession has Suguru about to cum. As he pulls out of your pussy and he roughly forces you onto his knees.

His cock is near your face, so you open your mouth again. As he sticks his cock deep into your mouth, something thick and warm hits the back of your throat. Suguru is roughly panting as he runs his hand through his hair and keeps his arm bent. And this time you can't take your attention off his flexed arm and his thick fingers in his soft dark hair. With his cock still in your mouth he says,

"That it baby girl swallow all of my thick cum." He watches you swallow before he slowly Suguru pulls his cock out of your mouth and he whips your lips clean with his thumb before he tells you,

"Stand up." And the moment you do, Suguru takes you off your feet, cradling you to his wide chest. Which you press soft kisses too which makes him mummer, "I love your kisses baby. You are so sweet for me, so perfect, my love." He presses a kiss on top of your forehead and ignores the mess he has made with you as he takes you to his hidden room within the church.

Suguru throws you onto the bed, and he grabs a pillow that he hands to you. He says, "Use this to put your face on, but if you hide your face, I will spank your cheeks. If you watch your pretty self while I eat your pussy out from behind, then I'll reward you by cumming in your pussy next. How does that sound?"

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[kai-anderson-whore]

He's a cult leader part 10 (kai Anderson x fem reader series)

Warnings: kai's volunteers being assholes, beverly threating to take kai out, kai talking about pregnancy, pregnancy, killing, cults, ally joining the cult

Part 9 here

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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As the weeks went by kai's leg healed more better he could now ditch the walking stick and move around, but as for you kai sent all the woman to work in the kitchen at ivy's restaurant, you hated it kai's minions making comments about you to your face you lost count of how many times winter had to stop you from punching them.

And today was no different you handed the plate of food ivy made to one of kai's men with a glum look on your face "Oh cheer up y/n if you smile more and don't have a bitchy attitude you'd be 100 times more bangible" one of them said "is that right and if your divine ruler heard you talking to me like that your head will be bangible with a gun" you smiled fakely walking away hearing his pals laughing at the comeback you gave.

Meanwhile kai was at home with his brother in the basement, "kai I didn't know you were doing all this starting a movement running for senator it's incredible" kai's brother said shocked that he didn't know about all of that he felt guilty he didn't.

They conversed about posting videos for social media and whatnot but deep down kai's brother knew this was going down hill.

You stormed into the kitchen angrily "the next time one of them makes a comment about me I swear I'll be in prison" you yelled clenching your fist, "well you can just get kai to deal with it can't you" beverly sniggered you shook your head "No because it will be my fault bev for some reason it's always my fault and I'm putting a fucking plate infront of their gutsy faces" you snapped.

Winter and ivy came in ivy also angry at them too "we've let this shit go too far already but I've been thinking about this those boys are just grunts, they don't so much as take a shit unless he tells them to, but if we cut off the head of the snake the entire army falls" beverly stated your eyes went wide "you can't do that" you said.

"Oh yeah why not" beverly said walking up to you "because you fuck him y/n think about it he treats you like absolute shit and you take it he cheated on you he even raised his hands to you yet your too dickmatised to even stand up to him" beverly sniggered.

"Because me and winter know the real kai unlike you lot okay he was once a caring sweet guy just he's too far into the darkness" you said waving your hands around, "Tell them winter" you said depending on what she was going to say next, winter told the woman what made her brother change from a sweet person to the person he is today.

Winter told you the story months ago after you and kai had another fight and you knew if you were to see what they did it would mess you up too, "he's lost his way but we can try and put him on the right path me and y/n will go to him he'll listen to us" winter said you knew that kai was too deep in the rabbit hole to come back from at this point.

"Fine we'll try it your way but come to the end the week if I'm still in this god damn kitchen, I'm coming for your brother and you both better get out of my way" beverly warned you didn't want kai to get hurt but it would be his own fault if anything were to happen to him.

You felt sick to your stomach knowing members were starting to turn against kai, but you knew if kai found out it wouldn't be pretty for other members of the cult.

A few days later you were laying on yours and kais bed watching something on the tv feeling sick to your stomach for days on end you didn't know what it was nerves, a gut feeling that something not good was going to happen you didn't know.

You were stopped in your thoughts by one of kai's volunteers entering your room, "divine ruler wants to see you in the basement pronto" they informed with a soft sigh you grabbed your phone taking it with you down to the basement seeing kai sitting there with his mustered coloured shirt on.

"You wanted to see me" you said you hadn't had any alone time with kai since his volunteers came here so you wanted whatever this was to be good but deep down you knew it was most likely the opposite.

"Come sit with me" kai instructed his eyes boring into you his pinky raised out, you sat on the chair connecting your pinky with his, kai took in a deep breath before exhaling, "Absolute truth, do you love me?, will you always be loyal to me" He asked you couldn't help but have a tear running down your cheek, "yes but sometimes you make it so hard to kai" you whispered.

"It's time for you to understand y/n your place in the bigger picture i must have your vow" kai said, you felt nervous and scared "yes" you whimperd as the more silent tears trickled down your cheeks, noticing kai's tears pulling his pinky away from your own, you didn't know what was going on this wasn't like kai to do this.

"Kai?" You said bending down infront of him in concern, "kai what's wrong I never seen you interrupt a pinky power before" you said taking his hand in yours, kai just looked at you before saying anything, "I just love you so much our family" kai stated you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter when he said he loves you but confusion when he said our family, "our family?" You asked "the family we're going to make" kai whispered

"I need you to prove your loyalty to me" kai sighed you furrowed your brows, you already proven yourself loyal to him time and time again, "what do you mean" you asked with a hint of uncertainty in your tone that kai caught on to very quickly.

"A life changing experience for the cult" kai stated you still couldn't comprehend what he was trying to say, "kai" you whispered now worried of what he had planned for you, "you will be carrying my messiah baby" kai spit out like it was nothing, you were shocked it was beyond belief you hadn't been back together A full year and to add to it all this is not the environment to raise a baby.

"You got to be kidding me kai" you chuckled not believing what he's telling you, "I'm not kidding I need someone to take over one day when I'm gone from this world and what better person to give me that than you" he shrugged nonchalantly, "kai this is fucking crazy I'm not getting pregnant" you said seeing the anger grow in kais eyes his fist slamming down on the wooden table.

"After everything we've been through over the years y/n huh?" Kai yelled, "kai this isn't the right place to raise a baby and you know that, plus we're not stable enough to have a baby we breakup all the time it won't be good for the kid" you defended, "your the one that kept breaking up with me" kai scoffed "because YOU cheated on me" you yelled lifting yourself from the ground and went to leave the basement but kai knew how to get under your skin.

"You know I could have asked Meadow if she was still alive and you know what she would have instantly spread her legs for me to pregnate her" you heard kai say his arms folded puffing his chest proudly at his statement, "you seriously just said that kai then why didn't you keep her alive then if she was so easy to do whatever you please" you yelled turning your body to him.

"Because she's not like you your the only one I want carrying my heir" kai said you didn't know what to feel anymore, angry, worried the list went on when it came to kai, "I chose you to carry my child y/n no one else" kai whispered his hand cupped your cheek  his thumb grazing over the skin.

Before you could say anything else kais lips were on yours hungrily, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss moving your lips in sync with his, kais tongue swiped across your bottom lip seeking entry which you granted him, your hand on the back of his neck as he guided you both to the sofa.

A few days went since kai told you about getting you pregnant, you were still against it but gave in kai was going to ally's house to talk with her you stayed behind doing housework with winter, "I can't believe him honestly" you sighed putting laundry away, "this isn't a place to raise a kid especially around kai" winter said you felt the tears roll down your face again 'what if i an pregnant?' You thought you hadn't been feeling right since the last time you and kai had been together.

"Winter I think I actually might be" you said winter's head snapped to you in shock, "what do you mean?" She asked "a few weeks ago I haven't been feeling right ever since do you maybe have a spare test or something" you asked winter nodded heading to her room grabbing a spare test she had laying around.

You went into the bathroom taking the test, waiting on the results you washed your hands taking the test with you back to winter, "I'm scared winter what if I am how would kai really react?, what if he changes his mind," all the worst case scenarios running through your head, "Hey he won't change his mind maybe this will change him for the better" she smiled bringing you in for a hug as you cried in her arms.

Kai finally came home you didn't realise still crying in winters arms, "What's going on here?" He asked looking around the room finally landing his eyes on the test by the chest of drawers, he picked up the test you watched his with glassy eyes his expression was unreadable, "your pregnant?" He questioned, "a few weeks I think" I whispered kai's face light up bringing you in for a hug.

"We're going to be a family" he beamed making you feel better about the situation, "I need you to stay off cult things and the kitchen your only job is to make sure the baby is fine" kai instructed, all you could say that day was that you saw the real kai, the old kai for longer than a second.

The next night you sat in you and kais shared bedroom once again whilst the cult did whatever they were doing, you heard shouting, but it didn't phase you you learned that ally Mayfair Richards was now a member of the cult but you didn't trust her and you let kai know about that too.

After a while kai went upstairs in his cult gear changing into nightwear, "how's the baby" he asked, "still growing who did you kill?" You asked curiously eyes still fixated on the book you were reading, "I told you that cult stuff is not your priority right now" kai said shoving some grey sweatpants on, "I'm still making it one of my priorities" you shrugged kai let out a smirk climbing into bed with you.

"Vincent" he mumbled pulling the covers over him, "your brother" you asked you liked Vincent wondering why kai killed his own brother, "he tried to jeopardise me by trying to get me locked up" he informed, you didn't say anything closing your book over, "I called the doctors today" you changed the subject.

"Oh yeah what did they say?" He asked pulling you closer to him, "we have an appointment next week for a first scan make sure there is indeed a baby there and that they're healthy so be free then" you said with a yawn closing your eyes, kai had been more affectionate since yesterday when you told him about the pregnancy, he was over the moon but you were always sceptical of it all

[antlerqueer]

As always I appreciate the time you take to explain this show (as well as anyone can since occasionally it's like trying to explain an acid dream or two). You are the expert on tumblr when it comes to the show and I applaud you. Do you think Lottie is running a cult-yes or no and either way why do you feel that way?

Hey I'm just one person obsessed with the show! I appreciate your kindness :)

I think in the modern day Lottie is definitely running a cult. Her intentional community does some key things that make me suspicious:

No external communication - Isolating people from their support systems outside of the community doesn't allow people to run checks/balances on their community. Is anything uncouth happening there? I don't know, but neither does anyone else.

Control - Yes, people are choosing to wear heliotrope clothes. But they're choosing to do so after spending time in this community and these choices aren't made without the pressure (even unintentional) from the community. It doesn't exist in a vacuum.

Privacy Double Standards - Everything is open and free flowing! Except Charlotte's den. No one goes into Charlotte's den. It is hers. She gets privacy. No one else.

Therapy - Sorry there's no fucking way Charlotte is qualified by any board to practice therapy! And even if she is, she's not doing it right! She's practicing some form of television EMDR (see link for EMDR info) on Natalie, and we don't see her asking for consent for this type of therapy. Could it have been skipped over for tv magic? Sure. But it's irresponsible to offer a life-altering therapy to someone in distress and, in my opinion as someone who has also been seeing mental health professionals for over half their life, would not constitute as informed consent. She is in immediate distress and would not properly understand the depths of what EMDR can be like/can do, and as we see it is something that truly shakes her. This leaves people vulnerable and easy to manipulate.

A charismatic leader - Just based on how adult!Lottie is framed when we see her, she is the unwavering, unquestioned leader of these people. She is leading them in healing rituals. She is burying them alive to show they can claw themselves out of the depths of their depression or whatever, she is offering poison to her besties when she hears they're reverting, it's cult behavior.

All this said - I don't think Lottie has ill intentions. I do think she wants to heal people and I do think she believes she is doing what she can to better the conditions of those around her. She is truly able to help people in some ways, but the above reasons make it more dangerous than helpful. Again: Lottie is NOT A VILLAIN she is not intentionally harming people, she is doing what she thinks is the best thing with no malintent. (In before Redditors screenshot this and use it as "proof" Lottie is an evil mastermind. No. She is a deeply, deeply traumatized woman who has been abused by medical care professionals.)

[artocelot]

holy shit tell me about the yard act music video lore!!!! that sounds awesome i haven’t looked into that at all but i’m sure it’s mega

Strap yourself in, I have a lot to say, I’m just going to cover from TCM to VFTN as it has the most coherent storyline, with the overload acting more as a setup for the universe the MVs take place in.

Right ok, so if you watch the MVs for trench coat museum as well as the where’s my utopia singles (plus vineyard for the north but I’ll get to that) it seems to follow the story of a group of conspirators looking to find “utopia” and the government/shady organisation trying to stop them.

Ok, so first we have Trench coat museum, which introduces our main protagonist, “the visitor” who seems to be hiding in the titular museum, which seems to possibly be some sort of base for the conspiracy, given that the visitor is able to get into the museum by having a barcode on her arm scanned (however the woman at the desk seems annoyed by this, so maybe she isn’t in on it). From here we’re also introduced to our two main antagonists, who (I shit you not) are called Dynamite Dave and Dudley Sunglasses, who are hitmen working to take down the utopia conspiracy on the orders of the government/the shady organisation (I’m inclined to say the government because in when the laughter stops, the police also seem to be against the conspiracy). DD and DS are seen at the end of the video, nearly catching the Visitor and forcing her to flee the museum.

One final note on the trench coat museum: we see Dr J Konopinski (a reporter working for “holy global enterprise” a media channel/cult who may actually be the shadowy organisation working against the conspiracy thinking on) in the museum as well, which confirms this takes place in the same universe as the videos from the overload as he is seen in them also.

Then we move on to Dream Job, which I have less to say about. Dr J Kon, seems to be giving what looks to be a propaganda piece for HGE with a catchy upbeat tone combined with lyrics talking about how you should accept and be happy with how the world has got worse (“welcome to the future the paranoia suits ya,”) to an audience of people who seem to be indoctrinated into this mindset, learning not to question what they’re told (“god knows what you’re talking about, but your eyes never lie when you look at me like that,”), which shows the power HGE has over the people of this world and why the conspiracy is searching for a utopia to hide from it. The video ends with Dr J Kon realising the visitor is a fugitive and ratting her out to the hitmen.

Then we have petroleum, which opens in the headquarters of the conspiracy, with what seems to be the leader giving a rant about how she knows utopia is out there and they just have to keep searching, showing that even though yhe world outside is a dystopia, those who can see that may be directing their efforts into folly rather than fighting back in ways that matter. However we do get one nice moment when the hitmen ask the band in the headquarters if they’ve seen the visitor, they don’t rat her out, although in the end this is all for nothing as the hitmen find the conspiracy, leading to a fight in which the visitor is dragged off.

We make hits is a funny one because it’s the backstory for our antagonists, Dynamite Dave and Dudley Sunglasses, showing how they were down on their look losers, subletting a flat, before becoming successful hitmen working for the shadowy organisation, I haven’t got much to say, it seems to take place before the other videos, being a flashback.

When the laughter stops takes place maybe a day or so after petroleum, with the visitor being thrown in jail with some clowns, who probably represent something but I’d need a whole other essay to try and figure that out. The woman running the jail seems to be the same woman who was fronting the TCM, although I can’t say for certain, which may imply she was the reason the Visitor was found in that video, being undercover for the shady organisation against the conspiracy. At the start of the video we also see on a TV screen showing the ending of the music video for 100% endurance, with the main character of that video (played by the amazing David Thewlis btw) playing a significant role in this one. The Visitor is helped to escape the jail with the clowns, as David Thewlis’ character recites Macbeth on the TV screen, distracting the woman on the desk so they can sneak out. The Visitor is picked up by the head of the conspiracy and they ride off to (assumidly) Utopia.

Up until now, I kind of assumed Utopia wasn’t real, being a metaphor for political idealism over direct action, however, this seem seems to be disproven in the last chapter of the story: Vineyard for the north, which takes place in Utopia. This song seems to be more of a symbolic happy ending for our character’s, with it being a more traditional MV, however as the song seems to be about making the best of situations and trying your best even if it isn’t perfect, we could maybe assume that Utopia itself wasn’t real and instead, our characters found a utopia by helping others to see how the dystopia they live in was hurting them and finding value in that community.

Anyway, sorry this was so long, I’ve barely even scratched the surface of some of the themes of the album as well as all of the stuff in the overload, maybe I’ll make a more articulate video essay on it one day.

[direwombat]

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . + Sybille and Jacob?

another installment of me chipping my way through the prompts in my askbox. have a late-game katc moment where the gang (guns for hire) find out that syb's a peggie now :)

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It isn’t uncommon for Sybille to disappear for days on end. 

She’s a private person who values her alone time, and considering how much she’s done for the county since Joseph declared the Reaping, Grace is willing to grant her privacy. Without her, John would still be terrorizing the Holland Valley, and Faith — or, Rachel, as she’s going by nowadays — would still be infecting everyone’s minds with Bliss. Without Sybille, the Resistance wouldn’t have been able to organize in the way that they have. 

Without her, they’d still be fighting for survival, rather than making the organized efforts in dethroning Joseph Seed from his reign of terror. She stepped up when no one else would and became the leader the county needed. 

The poor woman has been to Hell and back more times than Grace cares to count. The woman works herself to the bone and barely sleeps. If she decides she needs some time to disconnect and get some rest, Grace isn’t going to stop her. 

Even machines break down if they’re not taken care of properly. 

But, after going a week without hearing from her, Grace starts getting antsy, and after another few days of radio silence, she decides to take matters into her own hands. 

She has a map of the Whitetails spread out over the table of one of the booths at the 8-Bit, desperately trying to get Nick, Hurk and Sharky to fucking pay attention. Last she heard, Sybille was in the Whitetails, which means that odds are she’s being held prisoner at the Veterans Center. And that means doing recon is essential. 

Jacob Seed is fucking smart. They can’t just go in guns blazing if they want to rescue her. 

“You know who’d be real good help here is Boomer,” Sharky says. “That guy could sniff out every Peggie in a ten mile radius! Locks onto Peggie B-O like a fuckin’ missile.” His grin falters and his heavy brow furrows as he frowns. “Where is he, anyways? I ain’t seen him around in a while.” 

“Might’ve gotten captured along with Syb,” Hurk says thoughtfully. “She said that John was gonna send ‘im up north before she freed ‘im, right?”

Nick groans in dismay. “Shit, Jacob better not be turnin’ him into one of the Judges. I don’t think I got the heart to kill old Boomie if he attacked me, y’know?”

“All the more reason for you all to focus,” Grace grits through her teeth. “Now, can we please —”

“Hey, y’all?” Adelaide calls from where she stands behind the bar, fixing herself her third cocktail of the hour. “I ain’t gonna say you’ll all want to see this, but, uh… I think y’all should.” 

“What is it, Mama?” Hurk asks. 

“I don’t — I can’t…” It’s the first time Grace has ever heard the woman at a loss for words. She’s usually so easy to joke -- the more serious the situation the more inappropriate the comment -- but when Grace locks eyes with her, all she sees is fear. “Just come look at the TV.” 

Grace’s stomach drops. 

Ever since the Cult took over, nothing good has been playing on TV anywhere in the county. Most days it's just broadcasts of Joseph’s sermons interspersed with other programs that are blatant Cult propaganda — cult song sing-alongs and storytimes led by the former-Faith, John’s alleged “self-help” programs, and, perhaps the only useful things that play between segments: Jacob’s five-minute survivalist tips. But every now and then, the Cult puts out something new. Something that looks more at home in a horror film than it does on public television. 

The broadcast of Deputy Pratt, ankle deep in water, tied to a chair, sobbing and pleading for his life will forever be burned into Grace’s memory. 

She and the boys slip out of the booth and all cautiously approach the television resting on the bartop. The video quality is poor — dark and fuzzy — but when she makes out the figure on the screen, she claps a hand over her mouth. 

“Shit,” she breathes. 

At the same time Nick cries out, “Jesus Christ!”

Standing, at attention, before the red-and-black version of the Peggie flag and dressed in the garb of the Chosen is the Deputy. She stares into the camera, her face calm and expressionless. No fear or anger; she remains stoic as the soldier she is. 

The camera zooms in for a moment and then back out, focusing on her face before the voice of Jacob Seed sounds from offscreen. “State your name for the record.”

“Sybille Marie La Roux,” she answers. 

Jacob steps forward, just enough so that only one of his broad shoulders is in frame. “Do you, Sybille Marie La Roux, solemnly swear to support and defend the Project at Eden’s Gate against all enemies, both foreign and domestic?”

The words ring bizarrely familiar in Grace’s mind, and it takes her a moment to recognize them as a bastardized version of the Army’s Oath of Commissioned Officers. Her breath hitches and dread roils in her gut. It twinges painfully when Sybille answers with a firm, “Yes, sir.” 

“Do you swear to bear true Faith and Allegiance in the Father and the Project?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Bullshit,” Nick hisses under his breath. Bullshit, she’s swearing this oath of her own free will. Surely, Jacob did something to coerce her into this. 

But what if he didn’t? What if she is joining the Cult of her own volition?

Grace’s jaw clenches so tight that her ears ache. 

“And do you swear to well and faithfully discharge the duties asked of you by the Father and your Commander?”

“Yes, sir.” 

Jacob steps further into frame, completely obscuring Sybille from view. There’s the distinctive sound of a knife being unsheathed and Grace catches the red flash of its handle as he appears to lift one of Sybille’s hands and presses the blade against the soft flesh of her forearm. “Then in the name of the Father, I appoint you Judge, Jury, and Executioner of Eden’s Gate.” He wipes the knife against his jeans and slips it back into its sheath, and lifts his hand to draw something on the woman’s forehead. “May you act as God’s Divine Wrath and enact His judgment against our adversaries.” 

“Yes, sir.”

He leans down to pick something up and then moves to circle behind her, revealing the red cross he drew on her forehead. It matches the blood that stains the faces of the wolves he’s tortured into submission. Leaning down, his lips brush the shell of her ear and he eyes the camera with a sadistic smirk. 

Even where she stands, miles away from the Whitetails, Grace barely suppresses a shudder. It may be a video recording, yet she still feels like he can see them through the screen. 

“Praise be to the Father,” he says, low and breathy, with the intimacy of a lover.

Sybille lifts her hand to her forehead in salute. “Praise be to the Father,” she repeats. 

What happens next stuns everyone into utter silence. 

As Sybille’s hand falls back down to rest by her side, Jacob is wrapping a hand around to cradle her jaw and tilt her head up and towards him. It’s so quiet that Grace nearly misses it, but he mutters a quiet, “Good girl,” before leaning down to capture Sybille’s lips in a devouring, open-mouthed kiss. Her eyes flutter shut and she leans back against him, allowing his tongue to plunge hungrily into her mouth. Small, whimpering moans are pulled from her every time their lips move. As she tilts her head back to give Jacob easier access, the red scarf wrapped around her neck slips, revealing a band of leather wrapped around her throat. 

A sharp gasp flies from Adelaide’s lips and she covers her mouth and nose with both hands, muffling the quiet “Oh no…” as her eyes go wide. Nick’s face goes red. Whether it’s in anger or second-hand embarrassment, Grace isn’t sure, and both Hurk and Sharky’s mouths hang agape, absolutely dumbfounded. 

The Chosen uniform, the collar, the kiss — Jacob might as well be fucking her on camera. Not only has Sybille pledged her allegiance to the Cult, but she’s allowed herself to be claimed by one of the most ruthless men Grace has had the displeasure of meeting. 

When they part, Sybille’s lips are swollen and her eyes are glassy. Jacob’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back and holding her against him. Her head leans back and she melts into him,, seeming to forget that the camera is still there. 

But Jacob doesn’t. Piercing blue eyes focus back on the lens to address those watching. “Let it be known to all who stand in opposition to the Project: the Sword of Justice will be swift and merciless.” Everyone lets out a horrified gasp when he lifts Eli’s head — severed from his body — into frame by the hair. “Your sins will be weighed and judged. Those deemed worthy, those deemed willing to repent, will be spared. Those who aren’t…” he trails off, lips quirking smugly upwards as he glances at the decapitated head in his hand, “...will be set free.” His gaze snaps back to the camera. “This is the will of the Father.”

The video cuts out, replaced by static before it begins to loop. 

Adelaide turns the TV off, and all those gathered stare at the blank screen in horrified silence. 

Sharky is the one brave enough  to shatter it. “W…we’re gonna help her, right?” he asks, looking to the rest of the group with round, pleading eyes. 

“She’s gotta be brainwashed,” Nick says shakily. The flush of his face has given way to a sickly green. “The conditioning…there’s gotta be a way to deprogram her,” he says before tacking on an uncertain, “Isn’t there?” 

Adelaide’s brows knit together, and she looks to the boys apologetically. “Sugar, I ain’t so sure there’s anythin’ we can do.” 

“Why not?” Sharky asks. His voice is small, almost childlike. 

Grace’s stomach churns. “Because she’s exactly where she wants to be,” she says grimly. 

“What — how…?” Nick stammers. 

Adelaide taps at her throat. “The collar, honey,” she explains. “Y’all’ve met her. You think she’d be wearin’ that if she didn’t want to? You think she’d let him do that to her on camera if she weren’t at least a little into it?”

A wave of disgust washes through Grace. To think that the woman who helped her defend her Pops’ grave and saved Falls End — the woman she looked up to as a leader and commander — is now Jacob Seed’s pet. 

“I’ll be damned,” Adelaide sighs. “The military kink I kinda expected, but I ain’t ever woulda pegged her as a sub.” She knocks back the martini she’d been holding in her hand and grimaces again. “Guess we know why we ain’t heard from her or Eli in a while.” 

“Fuck,” Nick hisses. “Shit.” He drags his hand over his face and rubs at his beard. “How — how the hell did we miss this?” 

Grace sighs wearily and leans over the bar, pulling up the first drink her hand touches. Unscrewing the cap, she doesn’t bother with a glass and drinks whiskey straight from the bottle. 

At first she thought the delegation of missions was just Sybille being a good leader. It’s impossible for her to do everything, and, at the time, it made sense to have teams attacking outposts and doing what they could while Sybille was elsewhere in the county. But then she thinks about how much time Sybille had spent in the Whitetails — how whenever she disappeared for days at a time, it was always when she was up north. How she was always so irritable, almost volatile, whenever Grace had asked about how her “solo-missions” went whenever she returned. 

It’s easier to spot the red flags in retrospect. Hindsight is a bitch like that.

Sybille always played things close to her chest, hiding problems until they couldn’t be hidden anymore. Ever since the night she dug herself out of her own grave and struck Joey during Burke and Virgil’s funeral, Grace has known that something was wrong with Sybille. But she always assumed that they were close enough — that she was trusted enough — that she would confide in her if something was weighing on her shoulders. 

And maybe that’s Grace’s fault. Maybe she should have pressed harder or checked in more often. 

Not that it matters anymore. They all missed the writing on the wall, and while Eli was the first to bear the consequences, he certainly won’t be the last. 

The county’s greatest hope has turned into its biggest nightmare, and now they need to figure out how to fight it. 

Abruptly, the door to the 8-Bit swings open with enough force that it bashes against the wall. They all whip around, pulling their sidearms from their holsters.

Stumbling through the door is a man dressed in Peggie garb. His hair and beard blend into one dark, tangled mass around his face, and his bright green eyes are bloodshot and wild. Wheaty leans against him, his arm wrapped around the Peggie’s shoulders, while his other hand is pressed against his abdomen. Blood oozes between his fingers and he’s barely clinging to consciousness. 

“My name is Augustine La Roux,” the Peggie says, looking to all of them with fearful desperation. “I need your help.”

[thetoaddaddy]

A funny little thing about fandom and fandom spaces. Especially if you are new to these spaces:

I got a friend who is fairly new to fandom spaces. She sends me screenshots sometimes of people in her fandom like being dramatic about shit and I’m not really phased by it cuz I’ve been in fandom spaces since I was like 12.

I gotta school her and tell her all these fandom lores. Like the fact Lord of the Rings had a gay fanfiction cult that scammed people out of money with promising amazing meet ups and were lack lustre, including flying out jed brophy and having his partner having to sob confess to him that she didn’t have enough money to fly them back home and they met Sean Astin several times for charity events and even got him to make the proposal between the cult leader and his main victim/“partner”.

Or that one time in the Hamilton fandom with that one white chick who pretended to be a woman of colour who had aids via sex trafficking but was in fact a white girl with a normal middle class upbringing. All to validate her fanfic about the aids crisis in the 80s with an age gap ship. Which she had no reason to do, like girl made a problem about nothing. And used this marginalized voice she crafted to scam money from people with sickbaiting. But the story then got watered down to the girl who exposed her did so cuz of a rival Hamilton mermaid cannibal crack ship… and then the call out poster then doxxed the scammer after promising not to. Honestly, what a damn mess that was.

The mass shipping wars between harry/ginny traditionalists vs the unhinged proshippers on the other side who shipped anything and everything(which is whatever i’m more proship at the end of the day its just fictional characters and they’re tagged properly, if you interact with it that’s on you). They fr had turf wars and an exchange of harassment(not to mention mrs scribe and her socks). Hello Draco’s Leather Pants I see you. Or the Snape Wives who astral projected sex with Snape via their husbands.

That bible self insert fanfiction writer who went to hell and back to try and claim they wrote my immortal. But he was bad at covering his trail, claimed this multiple times, tried to (shocker) get money and fame from this.

The sonic fandom in its god damn hayday was on a whole different level of insane. The ocs the edits the tracing. In general most spaces were toxic.

Clown meat fandom.

Or when Naruto fans harassed and sent death threats relentlessly to kishi for not making their ships canon at the end of the Naruto manga. We’ve seen things. We have lived through scammers, freaks, and extremists. There always will be in fandom.

I think whining about people who take their favourite character too seriously is not really looking at the full picture of what raving fans will do. Especially in young fandoms. Fanatic people have and always will act the fuck up. They’re the loudest of their fandom usually. But they don’t define their community as a whole. Just let them be. Nothing you can say will change them. They gotta go through the ravenous phases of fandom themselves. Then they become fandom elders like I… Like most of us are. We like what we like. We get friends from it. We make new headcanons and expand upon the blanks the canon materials left out. The ravenous do this too but they tend to have a sort of tunnel vision.

Regardless I don’t think antagonizing them is the right call. Fandom will always fandom. I think it’s just the natural life cycle of the fandom space. We’re all cringe. Ain’t none of us better than anyone else.

[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

Shauna brings you to Lottie's wellness center

SUBMISSION:

i LOVE your writing

Could I request Shauna x female reader

When Shauna tells reader that she’s going to lotties wellness center or whatever reader breaks down because reader is like seriously attached to Shauna so they go together but reader is also really shy and hates being in places with loads of people and when they get there and Shauna is told to go do the activity she chose reader follows and then that annoying guy with the goat tells reader to go away but Shauna defends reader and they go into the forest for a fluffy little make out sesh till misty interrupts

A/N: obsessed with this prompt and how specific it is, ugh, eating this shit up

"Honey, I kind of have to go." Shauna repeated to you, hands on your knees.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, eyes furrowed in defiance. "I don't want you to leave for a long time. I want to be with you!"

"What are you going to do there?" Shauna attempted to reason with you.

"What are you going to do there." You argued.

Shauna let out a long breathy sigh. "Okay, touché. But there's going to be a lot of people there. A lot of freaks. It's a cult, Y/N."

"But I'll be with you." You smiled sweetly.

She rolled her eyes. "It's useless trying to say no to you. Okay, get your butt in the car."

***

When the two of you arrived, it was more crowded than you originally thought. Purple blobs moved around in incredibly intentional paths, doing chores, talking to each other, laughing.

Shauna grabbed your hand. "Jesus Christ."

"This is awful." You snorted. "Holy shit."

You both walked forward toward the center of the compound. Natalie and Misty walked toward the both of you.

"Natalie." Shauna mumbled, heading over to give her a hug.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. Very quickly, several of Shauna's old friends tumbled in, all equally surprised to see each other. You, however, quickly became the center of attention.

"Who is this?" Natalie drawled, walking closer to get a better look at you. "She's young, Shauna."

Shauna cleared her throat. "This is Y/N. She's my partner."

"Oh." Taissa raised her brows.

You smiled sheepishly, moving closer to Shauna for safety. "Hi."

"Welcome."

Everyone turned their heads. Lottie was walking toward the lot of you. "Especially to you." Lottie smiled, reached out her hands to lock with yours.

You allowed her to, immediately understanding the chokehold this woman had on your lover and her friends. "Uh, hey."

"You're gorgeous. So full of life." She grinned. "I'm so glad you're here."

You swallowed, wondering if you were beginning to regret coming, actually. "Thanks. Happy to tag along."

You looked behind your shoulder at Shauna, who shrugged at you with confused eyes.

"Come along. All of you. The time is ripe to get started on your treatments." She tugged you along by the hand, and you sped up your gate to keep up with her.

Shauna jogged ahead, and the rest followed suit, playing follow the leader.

***

"When someone new comes in, we often let them choose a treatment for themselves." Lottie announced, holding a pine board with different therapies written on them in pretty handwriting. "Especially for our newest guest, I think we should let Y/N go first."

You blinked, looking at the women around you who seemed incredibly tentative to interact with anything that was going on at all.

"Alright." You mumbled, taking the board from her.

"Listen." Van sat up. "No offense, but this is really just not for me."

Natalie piped up, "I thought the same thing. Just give it a chance."

"Listen, Nat. I'm happy you're alive, and Lottie, it's... good to see you're back from Switzerland." Van continued.

"Switzerland? That was over a decade ago." Lottie shook her head, seemingly offended.

"Wow. That's great." Van nodded. "But I am just..."

"Okay, um." You sputtered. "I am going to do self-care. Right, Shauna?"

"Oh, mm, mhmm." She nodded. "Absolutely. All of my rational senses are screaming, but yes, self-care sounds right."

You slapped her thigh and gave her a warning look. The rest of the group picked their own therapies as well.

"Wonderful. We're going to get you started with this, but before you all head out, you will need to text this landline number to someone who is available for emergencies." Lottie announced. "You will be giving up your phones."

That was fine. Shauna was your emergency contact, and honestly, you were Shauna's. You took your phone out of your pocket, "Going offline for a few days will be nice."

"Technology keeps you enslaved to other peoples priorities." Misty nodded to you.

"Say," Lottie sang, "Y/N. Why don't I take you and Shauna out to the barn where we will begin your treatment?"

"Barn?" Shauna questioned.

***

It was, indeed, a barn filled with cattle. Cows, goats, chickens, and lambs scattered the place with many people to tend over them and take care of them.

Shauna gave the place a once over. "Wait. This is self-care? Doesn't that usually include, like, massages. Or mud maths. Or a hot tub?"

Lottie chuckled. "Hey, I have to go, but someone will come over with, Bruce. I'll see you later!"

"Who is, Bruce?" Shauna called out, but Lottie had already traveled off.

A man walked over holding a little baby goat.

You squealed. "Awww, baby!"

He sneered at you. "What are you doing here? This is a one party therapy only."

"Hey." Shauna snapped. "Fuck you, purple boy."

With a scoff, he tried to hand Shauna the goat, but she backed away. "What are you doing?" She grimaced.

"You have to take care of him. It's the treatment. You will learn about all the ways in which taking care of Bruce rewards you, and the way in which he brings out sacrifices within you." The guy rattled off, almost reading from a script.

"No." Shauna shook her head. "No way."

You grabbed the baby goat away from the purple man. "I'll take him, then."

"He's not for you." The man shouted.

"Okay, listen you oompa loompa, freak." Shauna got up close to him. "Leave my girlfriend alone. She is the only one here who is going to actively care about that goat. I will find a way to fuck it up."

With a childlike level of attitude, the guy took off and stomped out of the barn.

"He seems emotionally stable." You commented, patting Bruce on the head.

Shauna sighed in annoyance. "Come on, baby, let's get out of here."

You walked alongside her out of the barn and further up into the woods. "You know, this is kind of fun. I love animals."

"Of course you would think this is fun." She smiled, a tender look in her eyes. "You're so sweet."

You blushed, holding on tighter to Bruce as you climbed your way through brush and trees. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can be alone for a little while. I need to get away from those freaks." Shauna replied.

There was a silence for a time as you both trudged along.

"Lottie is for sure a cult leader, right?" You asked.

"Oh absolutely." Shauna agreed.

***

Once there was a good place to sit, Shauna helped you tie Bruce to a tree so that you and her could have some time to yourselves.

You sat down on the dead leaves beneath you, and Shauna followed suit.

"I'm really glad you came." She said. "This would be unbearable without you."

"What? Is it so hard to take care of the little guy for a day?" You joked, snuggling up to her, pointing toward Bruce who was gnawing on a branch.

She smiled down at you, brushing baby hairs off of your face. "I just meant...all of this. This shit with Lottie and the others. I'm just glad you're here."

You lifted your chin up, your lips brushing against hers. She brought her face closer down, her palm wrapping around the nape of your neck to keep your lips close. She kissed you very sweetly, her other hand making its way to your waist.

"Mmm." You moaned into her mouth, smiling into the kiss.

"What?" She whispered, clutching you tight.

"You're so pretty." You shrugged.

With a chuckle she continued to kiss you, her hand tangled in your hair, and her tongue dancing on yours.

Then, out of nowhere, leaves began to crunch. You broke away from Shauna, expecting some kind of wildlife to be quickly encroaching. But alas, it was just Misty.

"Oh, I am so sorry." She gasped. "Was I interrupting something?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Yes." Shauna said emphatically.

Misty scoffed. "Well, okay, then. Shouldn't you be in therapy, anyway?"

"We are." Shauna said.

"Last I checked, getting fresh in the woods was not on that list, okay?" Misty chastised.

"Wait." Your eyebrows furrowed, looking toward the tree that Bruce was supposed to be on. "Where did he go?"

Shauna looked over as well and groaned. "Oh shit, not the goat."

"Well then I guess I'll help you find him." Misty grinned. "Come here goat."

The two of you sat up from the ground.

"Shouldn't you be in therapy, too?" Shauna questioned Misty.

"I would really rather not sit in a dark tank void of any sound, filled with water. That's terrible for my vertigo." She replied.

Very quickly, you found Bruce bleating near a tree. "Oh! Oh thank God."

You ran to him and lifted him into your arms. "All better now."

"Oh good." Shauna clasped her hands together. "Good job, Y/N."

With a proud little smile on your face, Shauna kissed you again, and forgetting the company you were in, gave your rear end a little slap. "Don't let him out of your sight."

You cradled Bruce close to your chest. "Never."