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[scarletknightreterns]

The Medallion: Prologue

They all stood by, quiet yet attentive.

Moonlight filtered down through the ornate opening high up within the ceiling of the cavernous space. Yawning wide and circular, the opening was carved entirely out of black stone, polished to a shine, and woven with brilliant gold and silver through layers of it's extravagant surface, providing an awe-inspiring view of the night sky and her vast array of stars.

Stars that, most likely, were seeing their last pass over the realm this night.

Inky, thick blackness loomed on the cold, far corners where the torch light failed to pierce with it's ember fire glow from among the holsters mounted on each of the seven pillars marking out a sphere in the centre of the cave. Within that centre was a fountain, made of the same materials as the orifice far above, wide and round, smooth and well kept. Clear, clean water within sparkling like diamonds within the night light overhead. Drinkable, one would think at a glance, but that was not the case.

Atop the fountain, a silver pedestal; displaying a floating gemstone of brilliant, gentle radiance, it's size larger then what a pair of hands could hold. Dark purple and threads of black wove through the silk-like hues across it's crystalline surface.

There, it hovered-- untouched, powerful.

Stood in front of it, a slim figure. Cloaked, but unlike the rest which remained mostly anonymous, this one was female. Her head of hair was thick and luscious, dark as black charcoal, braided into a single length which steeped narrower and narrower until it reached the floor.

Within the silence and muttering, a dainty finger tainted by the ink of darkness traced the edge of a medallion which was cradled in their palm with care. The cold stone, chiselled by the hands of a master stonecarver, sat heavy against warm flesh, a silver chain looped through a hole at the top with the purpose of it to be worn by someone. On it's surface, a skull as black as the stone it was carved out of, for all eyes to gaze upon freely, sharp and frightening with it's hollow eyes and pointy fangs.

However, that did not stop her from running her finger over the bony brow line of the flat, inanimate figure staring back at her, a small smile of fondness and sorrow resting across her lips while doing so.

There was something… sombre in the air right now. The knowing that there was no going back from this choice.

The knowledge that she'd come too far to turn back, that rejecting the process would be like a direct betrayal to the very thing she was trying to protect with her one, selfless act.

The World.

Figures cloaked in black robes whispered among themselves in two small groups, some looking in the direction of the woman with the medallion, stood lonesome in the gaze of the fountain. They all had a purpose for being here-- many of them shared that same purpose.

All but two, at the very least, who did not share in the same attire as the rest, geared up and looking to be more guard-like then wizard-like. Although, magic most certainly was up their sleeves if need be.

A hooded figure, wearing a mask mimicking that of a skull, and tattered robes coloured a dull, earthy violet, broke away from the larger of the two groups of sorcerers after passing a few more words along, making his way over towards the woman with purpose in his stride, yet a heaviness in the shoulders.

"Milady, the Necrolords are ready to commence the ritual, at your command," his voice split through the air like a cold steel knife, ancient and powerful, the deepest of his undertones reverberating off the walls of the cave to travel back to keen ears once, twice, nearly three times over.

With a gentle sigh that did not return the volume or strength as his own, she lifted her gaze off the amulet still held within her hands, turning a smile towards the individual with a warmth that did not quite burn away the depression her eyes held. 

"Thank you, my friend," that smile waned, eyes drifting forlorn towards the stone surface near her, intended for one to lay upon. Then, in a voice softer then a whisper, she asked, "It… won't hurt too much, will it…?"

Showing a concern that he otherwise held in reserve, the masked man shifted closer, extending a single black, gloved hand, although lay it upon her arm, he did not. "Milady… there is still time to reconsider. You do not have to go through with this. Both I and Enti--"

"No." A single word which spliced through the air with flicks of power, despite being the gentle tone of a lamb. It made him swallow whatever sentence which he'd yet to finish, straightening that weary posture into something more rigid and alert. Respectful.

Trusting.

"We have discussed this already, my friend," turning a kind gaze towards her friend, her pale skin glowed in the moonlight. Black hair as dark as ink falling around the smooth curves of her face, completely covering her left eye. And her visible eye; the pale magenta of a dying rose, a pupil which glowed with white energy in the centre. Unbound wisdom held in the depths of that gaze, love and compassion for other souls other then her own. And yet, also a sorrow as thick as murky water bled across the colours. "There is no winning the war that wages on among the kingdoms…" she heard a small grunt of concern from him, which softened a smile into that of compassion.

She knew that neither of them liked this.

"I know we cannot win…" a glance down at the amulet, as though it held the answer to every problem in the realms. Then, back up towards the glowing gem mounted on it's pedestal, did that gaze drift. "But if there is one thing I can win, it's securing a future of the world…"

The necromancer sighed, looking away momentarily, then looked back with a subtle motion of his hand.

"I… I don't have to like it, but I understand."

"-We both do." another voice, younger yet colder, wove into the conversation. Dressed in white robes which cast his face in darkness, aside from his glowing red eyes, he stepped up beside his companion to address the woman, a scythe of unknown origin strapped to his back. "And it is your choice. We cannot convince you otherwise… so let be what must be done."

With an almost thankful nod, she held up the amulet into the moonlight to get a better look at all the details upon it's stone. Just one last admiration of the object before she'd never see it again, knowing it played a crucial role in all of this. "My soul will be placed within the amulet, and it will be hidden away. Should I fall in battle, my body will live on, and I can then be revived at a later time. Although unorthodox at best, this should, at least, maintain some threads of the world's natural order, preventing the realms from tearing themselves apart and leaking corruption unto the living."

"The consciousness placed within it will awaken once someone takes it," red eyes narrowed suspiciously, "How do you know it shall not fall into the wrong hands? Are you not somewhat concerned about that?"

A very good question, and honestly, she did not blame Entity for being concerned. Lowering these dainty, tarnished hands, she turned her attention towards him after passing the key to this entire plan into the hands of her other companion. Hands, once free, held themselves elegantly in front of herself peacefully. "The spell woven through this amulet shall awaken my soul when it detects the soul of one with an ambition to do what must be done to prevent the world from collapsing in on itself. It might be eons until that time but… it will be worth it in the end.

"And the Soul Stone?" the red-eyed fighter motioned towards the relic hovering innocently above the fountain with a hand clad in white. "Have we a safe place for it?" his attention followed the woman's which looked towards the necromancer. "Dreadlord?" Entity asked, a bit of a sigh behind his voice.

"The relic will be hidden," the dreadlord-- named just that-- nodded at his white-clad ally. "And only I will know it's whereabouts; to keep it protected until the time calls it must see the light of day again," his hollow, void eyes landed on her gentle face, and he continued, "When Milady returns to us--"

A rickety, dry rattle of a breath, like a skeleton was trying to politely clear their throat, cut the gloom of their quiet chatter, drawing all three's attentions over towards the group that had gathered together.

"With all do respect, Milady," one of the cloaked figures moved forth, politely bowing their cloaked head, pinpricks of white for eyes barely visible in the dark of the hood. "It would be in your best of interests to begin the ritual."

Drawing in a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment. Calming herself. Then, quite as a mouse, she whispered while opening her eyes, "Will it hurt…?"

Both men exchanged a quick glance, neither of them truly knowing how to answer a question so vulnerable and innocent. But neither had the heart to completely let her go unanswered, either.

Dreadlord extended his hand again, and this time, it made contact with her shoulder. Grip light, but firm and comforting, a coldness seeping into her cloak which tickled her skin like he'd never known the warmth of a fire in all the years he'd lived-- or rather, existed.

"Worry not." he began, that ancient voice of his dipped into a low tone, comfort as best as he physically could despite the fact his throat was not designed for such things. "You will not feel a thing."

"That's right. The Necrolords have a method to help the transition go smoother. It's…." Entity paused to muse his choice of words, but ultimately didn't choose any that were better then before. "Less barbaric… then originally. At best, you'll feel numb and cold."

With a nod on her end, Entity turned towards the crowd and waved his hand up into the air, and Immediately the air shifted into something more serious. They all got into position while the necromancer guided her towards the stone slab she was to lay upon. Seven, one summoner for each of the pillars, they stood symmetrically with one another around the centre chamber, arms held out at their sides, all immersing themselves in a low humming which almost reverberated the cold cave air. The leader among them, who wore fancier robes to symbolize his expertise and authority, stepped up towards the stone alter she laid upon, holding a bowl of burnt, smouldering sage in his hand, and a black, wilted rose in the other.

"In oculis aeternis-- we stand within the heart of darkness," his voice pierced the air, balanced out by the singing from the others. The rose was placed gently upon her chest, the stem slipped between black fingers. The high-ranking Necrolord dipped his pale, ashen fingers into the bowl of burnt sage leaves, smudging a dot on her forehead, dragging a finger down her nose, lips, and neck. "Sub ala salutis- we watch and wait." small mounds of the burnt sage mixture were left above her head, on either side of her shoulders, and at the base of her feet.

"Amor, odium. Aequum, nocens. Debiles et fortes- souls of the bound may become the entities of the boundless."

Dreadlord paused momentarily, but placed the medallion carefully in the middle of a small round golden platter placed on the Soul Stone's pedestal, before backing away entirely to stand next to the reaper. The two of them watched, not permitted to step too far into the ritual's area of effect less it hinder the soul's transfer-- and that was a complication that spiralled down an insane list of other complications.

They could not afford such an irreversible, unforgivable mistake.

Yes, she was special. She was basically immortal if she played her cards right, but this would make that immortality a solid, written-in-stone, FACT. It's purpose was dark, the ritual even darker when the mantra picked up in volume. However, this entire ordeal was to stop a greater catastrophe which they could not gaze upon with their own eyes.

The Necrolords lifted their hands into the air, calling upon the power of the Soul Stone looking down upon the scene with it's glowing form to aid in carefully unravelling the threads of the soul from it's body, a teal haze starting to lift off her form, reminiscent of mist burning away in the sunlight.

He could basically feel Entity stiffen beside him, casting the white reaper a glance, noting how his arms were crossed and a frown crested the upper eyelids of those ruby eyes. And, in no way whatsoever did he blame Entity for feeling so uncomfortable.

They had all been friends since childhood; even if their age fluctuated a bit between them-- Dreadlord being the oldest, and her the youngest, so seeing someone who he considered a little sister going through something like this, was off-putting for him on all accounts.

"There is a meeting in just a few days time, for rallying the nation's allies." Entity began, his voice a calm but heavy weight in the atmosphere which perfectly revealed his mood as though it had been reflected in a mirror. He was not pleased, and yet resigned to the fact he could not stop this. "I do not think she will have the strength to attend. Having one's soul touched is weakening enough, but removed…?'

Meeting the friend's hushed voice with one of his own, the necromancer replied, attempting to encourage the younger fighter. "Listen, I don't like this either. I would rather see her out of here then see her through this, but we both know who she is. She's powerful, and nothing can stop the flow of that power. Her body, mind, and soul are linked by threads no Necrolord can see. She will wake after this ordeal, and be hardly any different."

"Hardly'," the reaper calmly cast his eyes like hell fire towards the other man, a sharpness like hot steel at the edges. "What 'will' be different about her?"

Dreadlord hummed quietly, looking back upon her form to see that teal haze had become woven with black and purple, tendrils of that misty form arching through the air towards the amulet which pulsed and throbbed with a power which mimicked a heartbeat. It was almost done and over… and yet it felt like an eternity. "That... we will have to wait and see."

The world up on the surface was probably calm and quiet. People clutching what little threads of peace and tranquility it took to sleep a full night's rest, and yet down here something unfathomable was happening. Something that was important, and nothing more then that. It was not pretty, it was not amazing, it wasn't anything good. It was simply a necessity-- and a choice.

A choice that they wished she hadn't have made, but too late to change that; and they had made a promise which they could not break.

And finally, after what felt like years, the remaining wisps of her soul absorbed into the medallion. The stone vibrated uncontrollably atop it's golden platter with the soul within becoming restless and uncomfortable with the closed confinements it was now going to call it's home, nearly throwing itself off the alter altogether if not for it calming moments later.

The stone, now no longer dead in a sense, and yet far from animate, shone with a gentle glow, before that glow died down, appearing momentarily within the hollow carvings making up the skull's eyes, before those too, died and became black.

And far too quickly, the cave became quite again. All the singing stopped, all the chanting and voices now no longer heard, but their presence grew heavy. It was the sort of weight that made a shiver go down one's spine.

The amulet was taken from it's resting place, held in the pale ashen hands of the high Necrolord, who turned around slowly, fingers clenching tightly around the flat object, hollow eyes of a faint glow landing on the two stood by anxiously. Then, with an affirming nod, "It is done."

"How did she do?" Entity moved over towards the slumbering woman, distrusting eyes scanning over her form for even the slightest misplacement of something; a thread of hair or ruffle of her garment, something that told him this was all off. "Will she wake soon?

Dreadlord approached priest with the intention of taking that precious artifact from hands that didn't deserve to hold it. Fortunately, the amulet was passed onto his hands with ought fuss or fight. Good. Tucking it safely into the pouch of his belt, he turned his head at the sound of a soft breath.

Much, much, sooner then any of them in this place had expected, the effects of the sage had worn off.

She sat up with a groan, holding her head containing a mind fuzzy with a throbbing pain pounding at the recesses of her skull, like some sort of beast was trying to remove itself form her cranium. A sickening feeling twisted and churned in the bowls of her gut, a hunger seething in her stomach. The smell of sage was thick in the air for her, nearly painful, heavy, in her lungs, and burning her nose with every inhale.

It was within these first few moments that she realized something...

She felt something. Something deep within-- or rather, a shocking lack there of anything. Just a cold void like her innards had been replaced by clocks of ice.

"Entity, Dreadlord?" she opened her eyes, pupil now black, and with it came a decrease in her night vision. A chamber which had once been lit pleasantly as though the sun hadn't fully set, despite the fact it had indeed been the middle of the night, was now darker, hazier. "I take it… it went well?"

"Try not to move, Ophelia--" he stopped his train of words despite it being all but too late.

However, she ignored the white reaper's warning or use of her name, and shifted to stand to her feet, wobbly and uneven at first, but regaining some steadiness even when his hands gripped her arms to prevent the fall she nearly leaned into. "I'm fine, Entity. Really." She lifted her hand peacefully, and indeed, she regained her composure.

To which he respectfully backed off prior to her wishes.

"We had best get you back to your cathedral now, so you may regain your strength before you tackle any more duties." Dreadlord suggested, knowing that she had many things to do in her nation, and also knowing that she was in no current condition to deal with any of them if she swayed in a random direction every five seconds while standing. Thankfully, argumentative wasn't her current mood.

She agreed, and Entity turned her away from the stone pedestal, walking beside her towards the towering doors built into the cavern's edge

Dreadlord stayed behind, just fulfilling another order he had been given by Lady Ophelia.

The first order was, obviously, to remain on guard while the ritual went on. And the second one was…

Well, a choice she had to make, even if she did not like it. Quite furiously against it, even, but he had reminded her that they were in war, and while they served a purpose, the Necrolords were not allied with their nation. Their knowledge of her plan, of what had happened and what was going on, could not get to the other nations; their enemy.

Not if peace was to be achieved for the future. Not when millions of human dreams were in danger of shattering, or the realms crumbling to the Void.

So, while he wasn't pleased, nor proud, he held his head high, a breeze emerging from the massive doors which were opened to let the two through, and then closed again with a distant boom.

"What is going on?!" The fancy-robed Necrolord spat, offended and weary, standing rigid and ready for any form on onslaught. "You did not leave with them?"

"Gentleman," Dreadlord opened his arms, his voice bouncing off the walls to echo back, and they all went silent. "I stay merely to give you a message Her Witheredness wishes to impart to you all which she feared she could not give herself." Their weary mumbles among each other and their leader's puzzled tilt of his head were a sign that they had not caught on, and their guards were down. "You have her eternal gratitude for the parts you all took in making this event happen safely and successful, but there is no payment available for your efforts."

"What?!" came the spat. " We came all the way from the deep mountains, altered our most powerful of rituals so that BLOOD didn't have to be spilled from HER own body, and THIS is what we get in payment? Nothing?!" Absolutely livid, the Necrolord hissed, the air fogging in front of his dark hood, the glow of those pin-prick eyes just slightly brighter in the gloom of the hood's shadow.

They stepped forward, angry magic screaming around their outstretched hand. "How DARE--"

Thunk.

Dreadlord stood still, hands patiently clasped behind his back. The entire atmosphere changed, grew heavy and vibrated with danger as a single socket of his skull started to glow red, the orb following the form of the summoner while they fell to their knees, clutching the enchanted arrow embedded deep within their chest, a breath strangling painfully through their oesophagus. "The Original Wither wishes you all… to be at 'peace' tonight." he said as more glowing arrows flew on by, shot from his nation's soldiers hiding up in the secret passages built in the walls where the intricate stonework hid any signs of movement.

Seven arrows in total, hit seven marks. Bodies slumped to the ground, some with silence, and some with gasps.

"Your lives weren't in vain." with those final words, when silence finally settled over the air again, he turned away, marching towards the gate, and he addressed the few dark-armoured soldiers who met him. "Clean up this mess."

[comikbook]

The Eyes of God, 2023, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence

[anitalenia]

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KÖNIG

being forcefully bred and impregnated by your kidnapper.

letting virgin!loser!könig hump your ass.

popular!reader finally taking nerd!könig's virginity.

petite!reader taking könig's cock for the first time.

being overstimulated by your best friend.

könig drugging his favourite cosplayer to have his way with them in their hotel room.

‘face down, ass up...” with könig.

breeding kink compilation with könig.

rapist!könig who can't hold himself back from having you inside of his car.

popular!reader sucking on nerd!könig's tip.

letting cbf!könig lose his virginity to you.

perv!könig who's absolutely obsessed with your titties.

thigh fucking with perv!könig.

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

letting older-boyfriend!simon take your ass.

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‘face down, ass up...” with mean!simon.

being fucked by toxic!simon inside of his car after a breakup.

kidnapped!reader developing stockholm syndrome for simon.

letting dealer!simon use your holes as compensation because you're unable to pay him.

how mean!simon puts you in your place.

stepbrother!simon uses your asshole for the first time.

pounded into by your stepbrother as punishment after stealing form his stash of weed.

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JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

stepson!johnny using his sweet stepmom's soft cunt to lose his virginity.

overprotective!stepbro!soap showing his stepsister what it feels like to be fucked properly after being cheated on.

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throat trained by johnny.

rewarding gamer!soap for winning a round.

taking care of sub!soap.

sucking off sleazebag!soap.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

rough sex with toxic!gaz.

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rapist!gaz finally re-enacting his darkest, sickest fantasies.

size kink with gaz garrick.

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stepbro!gaz who intoxicates you for his own amusement.

encouraging gym-bro!gaz by bouncing on his lengthy dick.

getting off using gym-bro!gaz.

getting drunk and overstimulated with gaz.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

stepdad!price raping his stepdaughter as punishment for losing their virginity.

letting your captain grind against your pussy as a form of release after a mission went wrong.

showing off to your stepfather after being trained by your stepbrothers.

kidnapper!price bullying his sweaty cock into your cunt for the first time.

letting your stepdad have a taste of your cunt.

prostitute!reader being throat fucked by price.

watching a movie with your husband.

creep!price with his favourite little sex worker.

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[tojisun]

[head in my hands] i think that older bf! simon gets off at how dependent you are on him. that every waking hour, you seek him out. it makes him thrum with something sinister; his heart heady with something dark.

you don't even notice—that's the best thing.

it was just natural for you to come to him, curling to his side like being beside him alone gives you the courage you need or grants you the peace of your mind.

he pushes your hair away from your face and you turn to him with a shy little smile, cheeks round and lips twitching. you don't ask him but he gives it to you anyway—a kiss on your forehead, because you're his precious love.

so good for him. so needy.

simon adores it. he adores the way you can't live without him; how you've made it so you two would be inseparable. he is your rock, you are his lifeline. sure, you don't know just how deep his greed runs—murky waters, blood dripping from the corners of his lips—but it's not like you had to know, anyway.

all you had to do was to stay close, for him to spoil and cherish. for him to love.

"y'need me so much, don't you doll?" simon asks, crooned words pressed on your fever-hot skin. "can't think without me. can't live without me. such a darlin', y'are."

you keen, breathless, unable to speak past warbled gasps. you feel the slow stretch of his cock as you rise, the glide torturous, hitting every of your sensitive spots, before you sink back down again, stuffed whole, his cockhead breaching into depths you never knew was even possible.

too mu'—!

simon's hands move, jostling you from where you are on his lap. they hook on your waist, dimpling your skin as they sink into your fat. it makes him groan, seeing how full you are against him. how full you are of him. seeing your softness, your tenderness, immortalized in his hold like this—weeping, leaking, cunt gushing—makes him whimper, mind splintering at the overwhelming pleasure.

not enough. s'not enough.

(simon doesn't realize how needy he is of you too.)

[akanemnon]

Turns out this new Dark World is paid DLC

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I have been wracking my brain on my mane 6 redesign for the past week. Here's my ideas for Rarity!! RD is up next >

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

WRITING PROMPTS REGARDING ABORTION AND MISCARRIAGE 

trigger warnings for graphic description of the above topics, human trafficking, cannibalism, violence against pregnant women.

everything about this is entirely fictional, meant for writers. since I understand there aren’t many whump blogs that feel comfortable writing prompts about the subject (very understandable), I figured I could offer writers out there some prompts about this, in case they were looking for ideas for their works.

that being said, while the prompts are not real, the subject is very much real and can be triggering, so if it’s not something you’re comfortable with, don’t read below the line.

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a pregnant whumpee got kicked in the stomach by whumper, which led to miscarriage.

a pregnant whumpee, who was a housewife, fell down the stairs at her house when her partner was away for work. she didn’t tell her partner about the incident either because she was afraid he was going to get mad at her or because she thought it was fine and didn’t want to worry him. until she suffered severe bleeding that turned the mattress red at night.

whumpee who went through miscarriage kept hallucinating a life where her child was alive and she got to raise them. caretaker tried to help her, and even though her condition only seemed to get worse, they refused to send her to an asylum. 

whumpee who lost her child during childbirth refused to surrender her child’s corpse. It was understandable at first, until the child started to decompose and rot in her arms and she, with a knife in her hand, would attack anyone who tried to take her baby away from her.

whumpee was a sex slave who got pregnant, the thing was that it was a mistake. so in order for her to be able to continue doing ‘her job’, whumper made her undergo unsafe abortion by having a straightened-out wire with sharp edge (from a coat hanger) inserted into her vagina and into her uterus. they got the fetus out, but whumpee later got a nasty infection that resulted in her suffering from hallucinations, and her not being able to stand or stop her pale, naked body from shivering. whether or not she was rescued in time is up to you, the writer. 

whumper is an OB doctor who often lied to the patients that they miscarried their perfectly healthy stillborns and that the babies needed to be surgically removed in order to save the moms’ lives. this made it very easy for the doc to get away with eating fetuses, since the moms would rather not keep the corpses of their stillborns anyway, and police were never involved. (I mean who would question a licensed physician?!)

[comikbook]

Forgive Me Father, 2023, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence

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[anitalenia]

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 p.s. I did not make the sparkle gif itself, just changed the color of it. I have a couple other colors but didn’t include them, I have them in my drafts tho in unfinished story layouts and what not.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere roommate, Bottom head cannons ~

Yandere roommate who’s been stalking you for months waiting to pounce at the opportunity to get close to you, your old roommate sadly “moving away” randomly leaving you in a crunch to find a new one! You weren’t picky you were desperate and he was available and willing to pay over half the rent and expenses, a deal a young man such as yourself couldn’t deny.

Yandere roommate who places cameras in your shower right behind your shower head giving perfect view of your body as your hand glides over your pecs making your Yandere roommates mouth water watching you all flustered in his room with his laptop open, the sight of your muscular arms flexing and bulging as you wash your hair making the Yandere squirm around his stomach twitching and itching desperate to get you inside him.

Yandere roommate who always cleans up around the apartment making sure the dishes are done and the meals are made, even going as far as to make you lunches as he feeds the fantasy of being your “boyfriend” his head spinning being so close to you breathing in your scent having him dizzy and red in the face with him being completely delusional.

Yandere roommate who gets all pissed and psychotic when he sees you around any girls, he’s completely ballistic and the next day they are always found in a gruesome state since he wants to ensure “he’s the only one you have~”. The Yandere will always be so sweet and act so sympathetic to you over the women’s deaths but secretly thrilled you’re coming to him for comfort! Having you holding onto him all frustrated and upset makes him nearly pass out in glee.

Yandere roommate who steals a few of your things, stealing your hoodie or even your boxers. He keeps a box hidden away with all the things he’s stolen from you inside his closet obsessed with your scent the feeling of his delusional brain becoming so corrupted and twisted he imagines your things as “gifts~” to him making him fall more manic over the delusion of him being your boyfriend.

Yandere roommate who gets all pent up, when you’re at work or at your university he can’t help himself but to go to your room since it “smells” like you. His face buried in your pillows groaning and whining out as he stuffs two fingers into his loosened hole, pushing past his bud as he breaths in your scent doing his best to imagine your fingers reaching the best of depths inside him wanting you to the point his eyes well up with tears of desperation.

Yandere roommate who starts leaving himself in more skimpy clothing, you say his jeans look nice and those are suddenly his favorite jeans, wearing purposefully tight things that show every hip dip and thigh gap this man had. He makes sure to rub his ass right against your groin when squeezing past you making you let out a few labored grunts hiding your arousal while he murmur an innocent “I’m sorry!~” towards you

Yandere roommate who slowly gets you to fall for him. Getting you so pent up and horny for him that you can’t help yourself but to fuck him silly, his face shoved into the couch pillows with his back arched ass in the air as you grip his love handles for dear life like a pent up animal in rut as you heave on top of him holding him close all pinned down into the couch as the squelching sound of your cock stretching his slick rim open fills the apartment.

Yandere roommate who turns it into a habit doing his best to get you to fuck him anywhere everywhere to the point he can only drool getting fucked on your cock with his plush lips all agape his eyes widened and glossed over with lust as he barely musters out “Mhh fuck!, o-oh~ right there~~” as your cock head ravages and assaults his prostate making his puffy rim try to wink around you and greedily swallow more.

Yandere roommate who’s bent over the counter his boxers around his ankle as your hands grope the globes of his cheeks pressing your tongue against his rim watching hazily as it twitches only serving as fuel for you to delve past his bud with your tongue massaging his inner walls flicking against his bundle of nerves so much his cock just twitches all leaky pressed between the counter and his stomach while you drool sloppily down your own chin while eating his ass out.

[nemesyaaa]

losing my religion // dark!cult leader!rafe x innocent!reader

summary ; god loves you but not enough to save you.

warnings : mentions of religions. manipulation. cult. smut. corruption kink. small town church trope. religious trauma. purity/innocence kink. slight of god complex. first time. dark/soft!rafe. mentions of murder. sweet lamb trope. coercion. smoking. little age gap. heaven goal. mentions of size kink. glorification. be careful with the warnings. minors DNI.

author's note : it's around 5k words. pfiouuuu. televangelism by ethel cain playing in the background please. credits to @bunnyrafe for the concept.

“ father, will i go to heaven ? ”

“ father, will i be this good all my life ? ”

“ father, where was god when i thought he was there ? ”

“ father, did god let me sin on purpose ? ”

you lived in a small remote village, the kind of town where everyone knew each other, and where there were no secrets. well, you thought there were no secrets because everyone here was a true and firm believer. all the locals lived for god. and you would do anything for him and for your ticket to heaven. you had been baptized as a baby and had grown up as a child of the lord, and his most faithful angel. you have acted so well since your childhood and were sure that your death will be a pleasant trip to paradise.

you went to church every day because you always had something to say to god, to ask him, to make him understand. you prayed to speak to him, for him to see you, for him to hear you, for him to know how grateful you were for the life he had given you. your parents had always recommended that you cherish your existence, but also everything that happened to you, the misfortunes as well as the pleasures. life was neither all rosy, nor all white, nor gray or black. you were the only person to give it color. so your religious sister told you that you just needed to know how to paint, but that sometimes you would fail, you would fail but that it didn't matter. because you will make a masterpiece again sooner or later.

you were a devoted child, a faithful lamb with no anger inside, but above all full of love. you gave it to everyone when god had taught you and commanded you to share it as much as possible, that it was this feeling that would bring peace on earth. and who did not want peace, who did not want to please his creator? you were a good girl, so sweet and innocent, the kind sweetheart of the town, incapable of harm or sin, always dressed in your white dress and your little black shoes. you wear everything that can please god. you walked through the church hallway to join the choir, holding the candles. the world had his eyes on you, but especially this tall man lodged in the dark corner.

this man was not god and you knew it, because god would never look at you that way.

you wouldn't know how to describe this gaze on you, but it made you uncomfortable. you continued to move forward, holding the flame preciously against you. you sang with your angelic voice, glory to the almighty, glory to the one who made your existence so beautiful, to bring your back to life every time you felt, and this guy was still staring at you like you were the only person that existed, like the world had taken away the entire universe except you.

maybe you were an angel. after all, you were among the Lord's faithful.

you had never dated a man in your life. your parents and god forbid you, because you needed to stay pure for the good one. you had to remain virgin and clean for your future husband. you were forbidden to look at them, touch them or talk to them except for church activities. you were so loved by god so you had no right to sin, no fucking right to betray him. you had to remain as intact as the mother of everyone, as virgin mary.

you were as holy as the bible, the treasure of the creator. you were devoted like a lamb to his owner, as the followers to the cult leader.

you had never experienced something like touching yourself, making yourself feel good, and anything that included carnal pleasures. you didn't know about pornography, sexuality and lust. you walked away from it as if it were the devil. you were unable to make your god mad, you were too scared for that.

you were faithful to the lord. you helped the people of the village, homeless, the destitute, poor children, the elderly, you helped the world become a better place even when it seemed to be turning against you.

at the end of the mass, everyone, the priest had sent you to collect the funds from the locals.

you were standing in front of the steps. people were always kind and smiling to you as you were collecting funds for the church.

and you had been waiting for this voice to come at you.

“do you really want to go to heaven ? ”

you turned to face the man from earlier, the one hidden in the benches. you answered him with the sweetest smile, and the most nervous look. "yes, i do everything to go there. am i not good enough ? "

“everything?” the stranger had laughed kindly, but it had offended you slightly with that soft giggle.

“ why are you laughing ? this is not funny. ”

“ slow down, baby. you're too pretty to get on your nerves. ” he had pulled out a cigarette.

“will you forget God for a second and be an angel to me ? ”

“ God is in my heart, is in me. i can't forget him, even for a second. he's the reason why i'm living. ”

“ be sweet, angel and light it for me. don't say no, your divine father is watching you, you don't want him to catch you refusing to help a stranger and be mad at you? ” you looked at him with strange open eyes but you accepted. because he was right.

you didn't know how to say no to people. God didn't teach you to say no. people needed to help the people.

you lit his cigarette, and during the whole process he looked at you, his glare scanned your face. you were staring at him, and saw your own silhouette in his eyes, your shadow dancing in the perfect blue of his pupils.

you felt the heat in your cheeks, the burn of his gaze on your skin. you were unwell. you didn't like this situation, the unsteady feeling, the stranger proximity.

when you met him, you felt like a sinner more than a believer.

but he smiled at you. the soft kind of smile that made you forget everything, that made you feel so dumb.

“would i go to heaven now?” you teased him with a small laugh to echo his words.

“not yet but i can help you if you want if you're serious about that.” he answered.

“ i'm serious. ” you were really curious, and he had your full attention. you knew it wasn't good to talk for that long with a man. especially, older. but you took the risk.

you should have stopped when he complimented you because your parents said that men who are nice to girls like you always have bad intentions. but there was also something so charming and bewitching about this man. the way he was adorable. you didn’t see the evil in him.

“i really want to go to heaven, i swear on my life, sir. ”

“ sir ? such a polite thing but i'm not that old, sweetheart. i'm tall, not too old. ”

“ anyways, i really want to go to heaven !! ”

“you already said it, doll. i think God is tired of hearing it now. he wants proof, you know. he needs to see how devoted you are to him. ”

“how can i prove it to him?”

"i know God. i talk to him every day. i am his ruler. do you know what that means? that i am the one who decides for him whether people go to heaven or not. i am his most loyal servant, so he trusts me.”

“are you really connected to God?”

"you are too. we all are but the difference is that i can take you to heaven. i promise you." he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently , a tender and unique gesture that made you shyly smile. “i’m not an angel. not yet.”

"yes, i assure you. i knew it as soon as i saw you in that church. join me." he announced with a warm voice.

“you have always been divine, i never doubted it. you have to go to heaven, you understand? you can't behave so well, be so charitable and disappoint God? and you wouldn't dare doing it, don't you, pretty lamb ? because do you think he will forgive you ? no, sweetheart. you will be punished and rejected like every sinners. ”

“ you're wrong ! God loves me ! ”

“you don't understand. you must be perfect until the end, you must be a great god masterpiece, not his biggest failure. you can't just be the chorus of this choir, be the beautiful thing who holds the candles at mass, the kind soul who helps others. you can't be just that when i can offer you even better and absolutely everything you want. any of your wishes. join me and i will make all your wishes come true, i will make you the new face of the paradise. i will make God see you everywhere. ”

"it seems so unreal...i don't know..."

he had cut you. he didn't want to give you time to think, leaving room for the barrier of doubt."you have to join me, isn't that what you wanted? for me to find you? if you believe in god, you have to be a good girl, make the right choices. "

“okay….” you finally agreed.

he waited for you in his car, one hand on the steering wheel. and you joined him inside. there was so much euphoria in you. you felt like you were doing something so right, so you had this goofy smile on your face.

"does God think i'm a good believer ? i pray every day, i attend mass every time, i sing in the choir and in my rooms all the songs dedicated to him. i only have the Bible as a book and i read it all the time. i can't do anything wrong. i'm good, i promise, i'm good. ”

"is that true? you'll have to show me so I can tell."

“I’m going to pray for you too.” you added. “I pray for all the souls in this world.”

“oh yes my angel will pray for me. i want to hear your prayers, all your prayers about me. but not in front of me. "

“ why ? ”

“ seeing you bent on your knees for me will make me sin. i wish you could see the kind of temptation you are. ”

you had arrived in front of a mansion. you were so flustered and nervous. you didn't understand what you were doing in front of this place, and why he had brought you here. he took your hand, reassuring you with his touch, and guided you inside.

you were not alone. there were other people, women and men. all dressed slightly the same, as if there was a regulation outfit. the atmosphere was strange, a little sectarian. there was an organ playing in the background, and everyone was looking at you kindly so you tried to relax.

"don't be afraid. they're like you, they just want to go to heaven. can you understand?"

you nodded and he showed you around all the places. he even showed you a room and said it would be yours. she was pretty, absolutely perfect but she wasn't yours. not that of your house.

"I'm not going home?..."

"what do you mean? this is your home now. we're a family."

"a family? i have parents, they will worry…”

"i thought you wanted to be close to God. were they lies? you know, you shouldn't joke with religion, and with words. if you want to be a good little christian, if you want to go to heaven, it is to me, and only to me, that you must be devoted.”

"I...I...no, i promise! I'm sincere! i'm sorry, really, I'm sorry. " you now felt terrible. there were so many tears in your eyes, you couldn't even see the room clearly.

the man smiled before taking you in his arms. "it's nothing, you just need to be clearer with your words, okay? I'm your only savior, you don't need others.”

he had wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I have a gift for you…” he whispered and you found your smile again.

no one ever gave you gifts. it was so rare. “open it” he told you.

it was a dress. not the one you usually wore. “you have to put it on. don't you want to shine, shooting star ? ”

" now ? "

"now." his voice was a little firmer.

“i can’t change in front of you…” you admitted. "you're a man...and I'm a girl...it's sinful, it's like having sex! we have to get married to have that intimacy. "

he smiled and laughed. "you've never been naked in front of someone? you've never left this body in front of someone else?"

he had approached, slipping up behind you, towering over you with his height, his hands resting on the corners of your trembling shoulders.

“my sweet thing, it’s as if you’re begging me to corrupt you.”

“what do you mean?”

“that i must see this body.”

" Is it bad?"

“What would be bad, angel, would be to upset me.”

he had pulled the tab of your dress to lower it a little. there were shivers in your body. you felt like you were doing something wrong.

"you're not doing anything wrong. this is what god wants you to do. he told me."

" It's true ? "

“ only the truth. just now. i wouldn't dare lying to you, my sweet. ”

there was nothing you could refuse god. If it were his will, you would do anything.

"but I've never done anything like that? I always thought it was wrong, that I didn't have the right."

he pulled your dress down to the floor, your naked body revealed in the mirror. you could feel his gaze growing more intense as he took in everything you had shown him. "is my body okay? I mean, this is the first time anyone has seen it so..."

"sweetheart, I've never seen anything so beautiful. but I don't just have to see it to judge it, I have to touch it. will you let me ? "

“Lust is a sin.”

“do you want to know my name?”

you had just now realized that you didn't even know his identity. you nodded your head.

“rafe.” he spelled it. “ you must know my name to pray for me, but also to glorify me.”

“glorify ?”

"you must glorify me. salute me and worship me. these are the rules if you want to go to heaven. you must be devoted, I told you.."

" fine…”

he sat on the bed, and you moved closer but he stopped you.

"no, no. all this sweetness but no useful brain ? ” he mocked. “ to worship me, you must be on your knees. ” he said, crossing his arms on his chest.

“ treat me as the same way you treat your god, angel. because this is what i am to you. i want to see your legs bow down for me, i want to see them treading the ground up to me. i want to see that precious look at the same height of my knees, let me see that head lifted up to glory me. "

he had lit a cigarette, the fourth since you had spoken, and had smiled when you started walking on your knees towards him.

he pressed his hand against the growing bulge in his pants.

“open your mouth.” he commanded and you obeyed, and he slipped his cigarette between your lips. “don’t smoke it, hold it only. don't go against my rules. can i trust this dumb baby brain for once to not disappoint me ? ”

he had taken off his pants, with his boxers. and you turned your head, strongly ashamed by his action.

he mocked gently. “in your place, i would not look away, that would avoid unpleasant surprises when this thing will be buried inside your virgin cunt, sweetheart. ”

he had retrieved his cigarette, and turned your head towards him.

"I can't believe you've never seen one. you've been such a good girl to me. you've been waiting for me. "

“will god hate me?”

"it's not god you have to fear, it's me, sweetheart because I'm the only one who will decide for you from now on. do you understand? I have to be sure that you are deserving."

“how can i show it to you?”

“give me your hand. let me guide you...do you trust me? ”

“ i trust you, rafe. ”

he had positioned your hand on his cock which was already hard. you shivered. your hand was clumsy around his painfully boner. yet you had heard him let out a grunt.

his fingers moved with yours, accompanying you in his lewd movements. you had god in your head, heart and body but your fingers fisted around that thick dick made you warm and good. you hated that feeling, but you can't deny the pleasure. it was the first time. you weren't used to it. you moved back and forth with little confidence, while he kept your grip around his bulge. you followed his back and forth, pumping him with fragility. you weren't sure if it felt good but his muscles had tightened.

your fist slid over his length, your hand working massively. your touch was divine, he threw his head back. you could feel his abs twitching in synch.

“open those legs. let me see that sweet untouched pussy. i'm gonna take such good care of it. are you still trusting me ? ”

“ yes…”

you didn't want to. it flowed between your thighs, the wetness spurted in a mess on the floor. and you weren't sure if that was a good thing. you couldn't tell if it was pleasure or not. it was new to you.

“trust me, you don’t want to make me repeat that a second time. do you ? ”

and that was enough for you to bend to his will.

"you feel, baby ? the sweet mess between your legs ? don't hide from me. ”

you continued to masturbate him up and down. you turned him on so much that he already wanted to come in your hand. his cock twitched in your hold and his balls slapped repeatedly against his skin.

"does that make you feel good? do I need to do better? do you want me to put my lips on..."

he had cum on your face. and you stepped back in surprise. “let me clean you up…”

you came back to him thinking he was going to wipe you but he caught his seed with his fingers, and brought them to your mouth. “if you don’t want me to put them down your throat, you better lick them now.”

you lapped up every last bit of cum on his fingers until they turned white again. you knew he was serious when he threatened you. "that wasn't really a warning, I'll do it someday. I really want to use every part of your body. and you'll let me. yes ?”

“whatever you want...”

he smiled and stroked your hair. “you learn quickly.”

you didn’t really know why but his recognition made you happy. she had an impact on you. you needed, and sought, his validation. it promised you to be even closer to god, to show god that you were faithful to him.

you had this urgency to please rafe, to show him that you could be really good.

for rafe, you were another girl that he led into his cult, another lamb in the troop. you were perfect, you always had the profile. he knew it as soon as he saw you.

he had come to the church only to see you. he attended every mass and ceremony hoping to corrupt you. you were so innocent, so kind and so sweet, and above all, you were ready for anything.

you prayed every day and read the Bible. so you had a desire, a goal, a faith.

he had placed you on his legs, his hands caging your waist, wrapping each part of your hips. “I’m going to make you an angel.” he had said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet entrance.

“I’m going to go to heaven?”

"it's heaven that will beg for you to come to it, I can even say. but you still have to do one thing for me..."

“tell me. I’ll do anything.”

" good. i really want you to take that dick. show me how much you want to reach eden, i want to see god in you when i'm fucking you. i want to hear prayers in that mouth for how i make you feel, how perfect i am to you and that sweet cunt of yours.”

you rubbed your dripping pussy against his cock, feeling the feverish, leaking tip against your slick folds. you had gently entered him between your impenetrable walls until now, letting out a long and loud moan when you felt his dick getting even harder inside you. It took you several bounces on his thighs to get used to, your pussy stretching around him. you could feel every inch of his length filling your canal but also widening it.

his large hands covered your ass, gripping the gummy flesh of your cheeks, his body moving and following your movements. he had grabbed your face to force a kiss from your already open lips, sliding his tongue against yours. a drool dripped from your jaw, as your pelt slammed and bounced violently against his. your hands were around his neck, trying to keep up the pace.

seeing you struggling and jiggling, he laughed. “even if you had prayers, you couldn’t even say them, too fucking dumb for that shit, right now ? ”

and it was true, you weren't even able to say a word without gurgling. you had tears streaming down your face, your moans were locked against rafe's glossy and pretty mouth, and you were trying hard to take his big cock as best you could. his dick was stuck between your sticky walls, your breasts hitting her toned chest.

“keep going, you’re perfect…” his smile was evil because it motivated you.

you were riding him without even being able to think. you were a fragile little thing doing bad things with a bad guy.

but you wanted to please him. you wanted rafe cameron to think you were good and deserving. you wanted to go to heaven, so you did your best.

and he knew it. you had broken your purity for him.

you were convinced to do something right, convinced that god saw you and that he would be proud to see you so devoted to him.

you didn’t see the harm. you were an angel and you let a demon corrupt you.

you had succumbed to man and his vices, you had let sin enter into you, and let it do you good.

rafe knew what he was doing. you had been his prey. and he couldn't wait to see you at his feet, to make you his perfect doll that he could handle so easily.

because it was only the beginning before you were completely his, completely in control of you, choosing what you eat, what you want, what you wear, what you think.

you were his and his only.

you were his nice girl, not god's one, the one who smiled at everyone, who always prayed in the church pews, who helped those most in need.

he had found you and snatched you from god. because it wasn't him to whom you owed your life. you were wrong and he had to correct that.

you were an angel, and he loved seeing you cry for him. your tears was made for being looked by his ocean eyes, to felt loved by his kisses.

he was completely buried inside you, plunged so deep that you were completely dizzy. and every time you thought he couldn't go any further, he surprised you. you were pretty sure he could put a baby inside you right now, just from the way his cock thrusted inside you, invading your shaking body.

you had squirted and cried, accompanying your tears with apologies. "you're fine. it's just means you liked it. it will also happen to me, angel. don't worry.”

the more he called you angel, the more you began to believe that you were one. you had squirted again but now you weren't scared anymore because he had reassured you. you had been afraid that it would be a disgusting thing and that he wouldn’t want you anymore.

but it was so strange. he was both gentle and cold.

“stop...I’m going to be pregnant!”

"that's not how it works...but if that's what you want, I can take care of it...whatever the angel wants.”

after that day, your life had been totally different, completely transformed by rafe.

you were part of this community now. you were all brothers and sisters, united for a common goal. you always prayed. but above all, you were completely manipulated. you were so controlled that you forgot your family, your friends, your entourage, your involvement in church. only god remained with you. he was still there.

you wore the outfits rafe wanted you to wear, you ate the food he wanted, you only talked about topics he allowed, you became someone else. you were what he wanted you to be.

but one night you heard god. you were sure it was his voice in the darkness. you were sleeping in rafe cameron’s arms, his bicep resting on your stomach. it was strange to see him sleeping like a child when he behaved like that.

you had begun to follow god’s voice in the darkness, your feet pacing and pacing through the empty hallways. the light guided you, it was he who accompanied you. he pulled you out, into the huge garden.

“do you think you can leave? do you think you can leave me ? are you that fucking dumb ? ”

Rafe’s voice made you jump. you weren't sure if you woke him up because you were a quiet person. but now he was in front of you, and he really didn't look very happy.

"I have to leave..."

“I’m afraid you can’t.”

“god spoke to me.”

"oh really? god may be talking to you but you need to listen to me. aren't you grateful for the life i gave you? didn't you want to be good? you're tear up your ticket to paradise. just bury yourself alive at this point."

tears had started to fall down your cheeks. you felt trapped because you didn't know who to listen to. god or this man?

your feet moved towards rafe. as you approached, his arms stretched out as if to reassure you.

“i’m sorry….i'm really sorry…..”

“i know you are but you also know that it’s not enough.”

“so tell me what i need to do to be good enough? ”

“you must sacrifice yourself. ” he said with that deep serious tone.

you looked at him with fear. you couldn't kill yourself.

“ i can’t kill myself, rafe…”

“i know, angel but don't worry, i will. ”

“ what do you mean ? i always did what you wanted me to do, i always been so good to you, i never be against you and your rules ! you promised me heaven, you promised me....everything. was that a lie ? you 'ever be serious to me ? answer me...never ? rafe, i was all what you wanted me to be, even that was not enough for you ? ”

“ i really wish you were. any last word, baby? ”

“ can you at least shoot me in the heart ? ”

“ tell me why...”

“ it's the last part of me you never took away from me. but now that i will die, you can take it. it's all yours. ”