#lamb!reader

but you noticed now.

ryomen sukuna uncurled from his throne of stacked boulders like a storm deciding to take shape. four arms. tattoos carved into grey-pink skin like brands. great horns swept back from his skull, and the tail that dragged behind him as he descended was thick as a tree trunk, scaled at the tip. his four eyes — all of them — fixed on you the moment you stumbled into the firelight.

he was enormous.

your little tail tucked itself flat against your lower back.

"well," he said, voice a low grind of gravel and smoke. "what's this that wandered into my den?"

"i... i'm sorry, i didn't know this was—"

"claimed territory." he was still moving toward you. unhurried. like there was no version of this where you got away. "every ridge, every stone for ten kilometers. mine."

you backed up until your shoulders hit the cave wall.

he stopped in front of you and simply looked — all four eyes dragging down your body with the lazy satisfaction of someone who had already decided. up close, the sheer scale of him was dizzying. his chest was level with the top of your head. when he raised one of his lower hands and tucked a knuckle under your chin, tilting your face up, you felt like something very small being handled by something that could crush you without thinking.

your ears flattened. a soft, involuntary sound escaped you — not quite a bleat, but close.

something shifted in his expression. his pupils, already blown wide in the dark, swallowed more of that red iris.

"do that again," he said quietly, "and i'm going to do something about it."

"can i go home?" you stutter out.

"no." the word was simple. final. his tail curled around your ankle — warm, heavy, possessive — before you could take a step. "you walked into a dragon's territory, little lamb. you know what that means."

you did. everyone in the valley knew the old rules.

what the dragon finds, the dragon keeps.

his lower hands bracketed your hips — big enough that his fingers nearly met at the small of your back — and lifted you off the ground as though you weighed absolutely nothing. a startled sound punched out of you, hands flying to grip his forearms for balance. he carried you to the flat-topped boulder at the cave's center and set you down on the edge of it, which brought you almost to his eye level.

almost.

he still had to look only slightly down.

"there," he said. "better."

you let out a bleat of protest.

"you're in my den." he stepped between your knees, spreading them wider with a simple press of his thighs, utterly unbothered by your sputtering. one upper hand fisted loosely in your hair. the other tilted your chin up again. his lower hands began working the ties of your clothing with a focused patience that was somehow more frightening than urgency would have been. "you're small and soft and you smell incredible, and you made that sound at me." he leaned down until his mouth was at your ear. "i'm going to ruin you. and you're going to let me."

the worst part — the part you'd never admit to anyone back in the valley — was the slick heat that spilled out of you at those words.

he felt it the moment his fingers slid beneath the fabric and found you bare and warm.

"oh." the sound he made was deeply satisfied. "there it is."

"that doesn't mean—"

"it means exactly what it means." he stroked you slowly — one broad finger tracing through your folds with maddening lightness — and watched your face like it was the most interesting thing he'd seen in a decade. "look at you. already."

you grabbed his wrist. his wrist was thicker than both your hands stacked together.

he let you hold it and kept moving anyway.

"sukuna—"

"you know my name." something dangerous lit in all four eyes. of course you knew his name. the feared dragon sukuna was well known all across the lands. he is what your herd used to warn you about as a child. never wander or you will end up a skeleton in his cave.

"say it again."

"sukuna." it came out wrecked, because he'd pressed his thumb to your clit at exactly the right moment.

the reminder of who he was should've left you shaking with fear. instead the fear added to the slick that was oozing out of your needy hole and you clenched around nothing "please—"

"please what?"

you couldn't say it. your ears were burning, your little tail was doing twitching embarrassingly.

he pressed deeper, one thick finger beginning to push inside, and the stretch made your mouth drop open.

"words," he said, merciless. "use them."

"please — more — i need—"

"i know what you need." he worked you open with devastating patience, one finger then two, watching you fall apart on his hand like he had all the time in the world. every time your sounds got too quiet he'd do something — curl his fingers, press his thumb in just the right place — until you were loud again. he seemed to require it. fed on it. "loud," he commanded, when you bit your lip. "i want to hear you."

by the time he finally stepped closer and replaced his hand with the thick press of his cock against your entrance, you were shaking.

and then you felt the size of him and grabbed his shoulders with both hands.

"wait—"

"breathe." his voice had dropped into something lower, rougher — the command stripped of mockery, suddenly almost careful. he held still, watching you. "just breathe, little lamb."

you did. he waited. one of his lower hands rubbed slow circles against your lower back.

"okay," you managed.

"good girl."

the praise hit your nervous system like a lightning strike.

he pushed in slowly — impossibly slow for someone his size, for someone who had seemed utterly disinterested in gentleness before now — and the stretch was overwhelming, but he watched you the entire time, reading every shift in your expression, adjusting. when you made a sharp sound he stilled. when you exhaled and your grip loosened he moved again.

by the time he bottomed out you were boneless and shaking and making soft, helpless sounds you had no control over.

"there," he said, voice ragged at the edges now. "take it. all of it."

"i can't—"

"you are." he leaned his forehead down to yours, four arms caging you in, surrounding you completely. "you're taking all of me. like you were made for it."

he started to move, and rational thought dissolved entirely.

he was relentless — rolling his hips in a deep, grinding rhythm that dragged against every nerve ending, that made your ears ring and your vision blur at the edges. your sounds became completely unrestrained, echoing off the cave walls, and he responded to every single one — a sharper thrust when you cried out, a possessive grip tightening when you whimpered.

"mine," he growled against your temple, and it wasn't a question.

your whole body clenched around him.

"say it."

"yours—" the word tore out of you. "yours, yours—"

he drove you over the edge with two more devastating rolls of his hips, and you shattered, clutching at him, clenching and shaking while he groaned low and followed you over — and his arms locked around you, all four of them, pulling you flush against his chest as he shuddered through it.

the cave was very quiet afterward.

he didn't let go.

you became gradually aware that you were being held — genuinely, securely held — against a massive warm chest, his tail curled around your legs, his chin resting on top of your head.

"...you're keeping me," you said, after a while.

"mm." not a question.

your ears swiveled. "like a trophy..?"

"like mine." he said it simply. like it was already settled. "rest. you'll need it."

you absolutely should have argued.

you tucked your nose against his chest and closed your eyes instead.

“ 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...”

bunny!reader ♡

kicking things off with my most popular !reader (mainly because she’s literally me, duh!) bunny!reader is the girliest, prissiest, spoiled princess of the bunch. she’s very sweet in nature, always wanting to be the most well behaved girl there is, but can’t help but let her spoiled nature take over sometimes, resulting in bratting or worse, thumping her foot. she’s never seen unpampered, hair, makeup and nails always in prime condition. she’s known to have the skimpiest outfits ever, tits basically falling out or [insert character] pulling her skirt down when it rides up her ass cheeks. bunny!reader is ditsy, but makes it through life without that mattering. fitting to her name, bunny is always horny and doesn’t matter where she is when she wants it!

songs that give bunny!reader :

lil hero — easy going down

ariana grande, a$ap ferg — hands on me

doja cat — addiction

foxy brown, kelis — candy

slayyyter — bff

kitty!reader ♡

kitty, a self proclaimed loner and weirdo. loves all things perverted and horror. she’s never seen in an outfit that isn’t black and pink or just black. her bed is her haven, she can sleep all day long and often prefers to do so as she’s more of a night owl anyway. the brattiest reader by a long shot, but can be tamed by being put firmly in her place. kitty also loves lace, cheetah print, and cherry print. she loves solitude, but once she’s in a relationship she has to live in that persons skin or she gets very very grumpy.

songs that give kitty!reader:

ladytron — flicking your switch

evanescence — going under

garbage, nellee cooper — #1 crush

cocteau twins — serpenskirt

PJ harvey, thom yorke — this mess we’re in

puppy!reader ♡

pup is just a big baby! she may be messy, clumsy and silly but she’s the sweetest gal around. this reincarnation of sunshine can usually be found running around, super hyperactive, either outside climbing trees or talking to insects. she love love loves the beach, and wish she could spend every second of the day in her bikini or atleast barefoot. if she lives in the city she finds a way! her behaviour and the way she speaks is super reminiscent of cat valentine. blue and yellow are totally her colours, but she’ll always throw in a splash of pink! puppy!reader loves old music, especially when she can walk around listening to it on her walkman. don’t be fooled by her sweetness, pup has an insatiable sexual appetite!

songs that give puppy!reader :

van morrison — brown eyed girl

labi siffre — summer is coming

THE-DREAM — yamaha

rebbie jackson — centipede

enya — wild child

deer!reader ♡

thought daughter! the shyest, quirkiest, most clever reader. definitely an older sister or an only child. deer always has her head buried in a book, or is thrifting! she loves spending time in nature or in her maximalist, cluttered room. a total plant lover, will cry and grieve the ones that die. loves a gentle, soft life that keeps her nervous system regulated, unfortunately the men she goes for does not support this most of the time due to their lifestyles. she loves journalling, polkadots, her sentimental necklace that she never takes off and her beetle. deer is a total cat person! she gets her deer / bambi title from her big curious doe eyes, gentle nature and skittishness. it’s hard to catch her! when i think of deer!reader, i think of taylor russell.

songs that give deer!reader :

fiona apple — o’sailor

lorde — favourite daughter

the feminine complex — are you lonesome like me?

solange — sleep in the park

jeff buckley — last goodbye

lamb!reader ♡

lamb!reader is the picture of innocence, grace and class. the main aspect of her character was that she was raised incredibly religious and is now finding her way as an adult. she’s prude, and can be judgy due to her lack of experience in the world. she’s sheltered, but curious and wants to explore herself and her sensuality — she just doesn’t know how to handle the shame sometimes. her babydoll dress collection, her record collection and her precious moments collection are out of this world. her entire aesthetic is so unintentionally-loveshackfancy-pilled. lamb still goes to church every sunday. she’s always wearing white and is fairly modest, but her ways can be corrupted over time given the right crowd. she drives an old car which always needs one million super expensive repairs due to its age and certain parts not being sold anymore. lamb also loves old music, and lana del rey — she just turns down the volume when she gets all freaky.

songs that give lamb!reader :

peggy lee — johnny guitar

rosie & the originals — angel baby

nancy sinatra — sugar town

mazzy star — she hangs brightly

lana del rey — terrence loves you

mouse!reader ♡

mouse!reader is the closest to an oc that i have given how specific she is — but i class her as a reader as she’s a character you get to play whether or not you relate. mousey is our ballet pro. she had a rough home life, and grew up very low income, so whoever she’s dating [whatever character i write] tends to be the one putting her through ballet school and paying the fees. she has a shoplifting habit and smokes when she’s stressed. somehow, always gets herself out of trouble with her innocent appearance and quiet, unassuming nature. there is a long period of time where she dyes her hair pink, but the upkeep was too much work. she’s prone to depression and reckless choices. very very very shy. she’s always wearing grey and baby pinks. due to the life she’s lived, mouse is attracted to men that are ‘scary’ or ‘dangerous’. ultraviolence by lana is her bread and butter. she collects angelina ballerina items!

songs that give mouse!reader :

lana del rey — ultraviolence

vegyn, air — sexy boy

charli xcx — so far away

grimes — artificial angels

fred again — you’re a star

and no i will not be doing jellyfish!reader before you make that joke.

you’d been feeling this way since he’d gifted you that stuffed lamb. he was technically just a friend, no different from the other pogues you’d been hanging out with since trying to find your feet in the obx — but there was a different sort of simmering tension you felt with him and only him. what started as annoying teasing and jabs became warm fluttering in your stomach and unholy thoughts about his hands and mouth. it was like he knew it too, jj always seemed to have this look in his eye, a curl to the corner of his mouth — like there was something about you on the tip of his tongue that he was withholding. it made you want to set yourself alight.

as the call sound rings on your screen, you ponder why you’d made your hair all pretty, and why you’d chosen your best white nightgown. it felt and looked innocent at best, but as much as you’d hate to admit it — the fact there was nothing beneath gave you a rush like no other.

your thoughts were interrupted by his handsome face on your screen.

“fancy seeing you here, lamb chop.” he smirks, that same knowing look in his eye that he always had. without thinking you fiddle with your cross necklace.

“didnt i tell you to stop calling me that?” you respond, feeling as though you hid the hitch in your throat pretty well.

“and why would i listen to you?” he jokes, shuffling in his desk chair — bedroom a mess in his background. you’re about to comment on it, tell him to tidy it on instinct to nag him but he speaks first. “lookin’ real good tonight. you get all pretty for me?”

something about the way he asks that sends heat to your lower regions, something that felt forbidden and wrong and yet addicting.

“i’m just wearing what i sleep in. i figured id check in with you before i get some rest.” it’s an attempt at sounding casual, something you’d clearly applied much time and thought to.

“you wear that to sleep? pan down for me real quick?” you hear him shuffle closer to the screen like he was really trying to get a good look, and without thinking you obey — showing him the white lace of your night gown, from the straps to the way it falls on your upper thigh. he chuckles with a quiet “mm.” sound, and you’re panning back to your face quickly — glancing subconsciously at the door, wondering what your mother might say if she saw you showing your night gown to a boy.

“thats real pretty lil lamb. like you.” you hate how smooth he was, how every compliment had heat rushing to your centre.

“no need to flatter me.” you shrug a shoulder, and he doesn’t miss the way your tits jostle a little at the movement. he even leans on his elbows at his desk, eyes pointed downward unabashedly.

“right, right so… little limbrey… talk me through your night time routine. i wanna step into your shoes for a lil bit.” he settles, always insanely good at making conversation from nothing. you purse your lips in thought, looking around your room.

“well… i showered, changed, and usually before bed i do something stimulating but relaxing to get me ready to sleep and tire me out.” you list, staring at the book going unread on your bedside table. he huffs a laugh through a smirk and his brows shoot up.

“oh yeah? you stimulate yourself? tell me more ‘bout that.” he jokes and you furrow your brows, adorably in his opinion.

“what do you mean?” you question and jj licks his lips, trying to hold himself back from laughing anymore but failing miserably.

“ah, i’m just playin’ with you babydoll— carry on.” he waves a hand but you’re curious now. perhaps you sensed there was some innuendo behind it, but you pushed anyway— your inner excitement getting the better of you. you shift on your bed to lay on your side, getting more comfortable.

“i wanna laugh too, tell me what it means?” you pout grumpily which makes him relent instantly.

“nah… i was just makin’ a joke about… you know… you playin’ with yourself. ‘lotta people do that before they sleep.” he dismisses, and usually you’d scold him or make a face — but tonight, you’re not sure what possesses you — you ask,

“do you?”

jj blinks in surprise at the question for a second.

“do…uh, well,” he coughs awkwardly and you already regret asking. you cast your eyes downwards. “yeah, i do. you don’t ever… indulge?”

you’re quick to shake your head, though you’re lying. you’ve tried a few times.

“its a sin.” the words are instinctual when they leave you, and it only deepens jj’s amused expression that forms once more across his handsome features.

“yeah uh, no shit honey. you gotta release sometimes though right? s’better that way… keeps the sinful activities at bay so you don’t go out n’make bad choices. preventative procedures n’all that shit.” he converses, scratching his temple — a habit you’d pick up on when he’s a tad nervous or apprehensive.

you’d never thought of it that way before, so you take a moment to stare into space — a rush of relief coming over you. he was right. it had to be better than going and sleeping around, surely.

“wow, that’s… uncharacteristically insightful.”

“i’on know what that means—”

“you’re right. i don’t feel so bad anymore.” you chime, looking rather elated. his smile returns and he tilts his head.

“yeah? so you do indulge?” he drags it out, like he wants to tease you but he doesn’t wanna push too hard and shut you down again. you bite your lip, mulling over his question.

“m’not great at it, but yes.” you try to remain prideful, sticking your nose up a little.

“comes with practice i guess. i’mma beat around the bush here — i’d say i know my way around lady parts pretty good so like, if you ever need any pointers… on how to… y’know, suppress your urges… i got’chu.” he tries to sound nonchalant, careful, even shrugs for added effect. what he doesn’t see, is your hand reaching blindly to your bedside table and turning the framed image of Jesus to be face down.

twenty minutes later, and you’re hot in the face with your back propped up against a load of frilly, fluffed pillows. the laptop sits between your spread legs, displaying your open glossy cunt centre screen, your fingers stroking circles over your throbbing bud as you try to suppress your whimpers.

“uh-huh, juuuuuust like that. you wanna try rubbin’ it up and down? or do you wanna stick to the whole circle thing.” beneath his desk, jj slowly rolls his fist over his cock. he felt kinda weird about it, but he didn’t wanna alert you to the fact he was helping himself too— thinking it might freak you out and make you call it a night.

“‘like it like this!” you squeak, being mindful of your volume. you knew the pain meds had likely knocked your mother out clean by now, but you could never be too careful. you buck your hips against your hand, and even through the quality of the video call jj can see the arousal pooling between your spread legs. you had no idea how needy you could be.

“god damn, mama— you needed this, huh?” he chuckles, but it’s kind and he’s not teasing, infact there’s a softness to it. an affection.

“mhmmm.” you release in a whine, and jj is thrilled. he loved that he got you like this, letting go of all your beliefs for a while, forgetting it all because your head is so hazy with pleasure.

“keep rubbing just like that, yeah? just like i’d do it.” he mutters the last part, but he knows you hear it when your eyes flutter open, hand slowing. shit. he didn’t want you to come to your senses about just how sinful this whole thing was— he was barely teaching anymore, more so talking you through it.

his eyes widen a tad and his own hand freezes. “shit, uh— sorry ‘bout that. that’s my bad, i got carried away.”

in a whisper, with furrowed brows like it pained your very being to ask, you come forth with “keep talking like that.”

it stuns him for a few second, and his thumb swipes over his tip again. “wait… for real?”

“unfortunately it’s…mmph— it’s the only thing that’s gonna get me there. i’m tired, jj… i just wanna… i wanna—”

“cum?” he tries to stop the grin by pressing his tongue to the corner of his mouth, and his expression softens when he sees the way you melt, more arousal dribbling from you.

“yeah.” you groan, causing jj to pout in faux sympathy.

“yeah? i got you mama. keep strokin’ that pretty thing. i’mma tell you right now, you’re missin’ out on this tongue. i could make you feel things you never thought you could feel. would make you cream so hard you’d have tears down them pretty cheeks. that what you wanna hear, lil lamb?”

“oh… oh god!” your toes clench, everything clenches.

“nah baby, it ain’t god. s’just me.”

Shepherd!John and Shepherd Dog!Bob w Lamb!reader

I'd like to think that with this pairing, John gets you later down the line for Bob. While the mutt is horny and he takes care of him, it's more to help ease Bob into herding animals. You're just a test run to see if Bob can do a job without humping John's leg.

So when he checks on him and sees the dog rutting into your pussy instead of helping you adjust to your new life, he isn't shocked. Just surprised that he's insatiable to the point that he found someone who won't make him wait until the day is over. John was told your kind wasn't the smartest, but was smart enough to help take care of your animal counterpart, so did you think Bob was a weird-looking sheep hybrid or did the horny mutt force himself onto you?

And when he walks up to the two of you, the first thing Bob does is apologize but his thrusts aren't slowing down in the slightest. “After ‘m done giving her my knot, I'll knot you later..promise! I'll be good, its just this pussy was taunting me. Had to show her who's in charge. Have to knot her. I can't— my job includes putting her in line right? I'm doing a good job right? Putting this pussy in line…you'll reward me lots right?” The dog was drooling at this point while you hadn't even noticed John until he tapped your cheek to check if you were still conscious.

“Master…? Master! S–Sorry for zoning— ah! Zoning out…please don't punish me I'll stay focused this time! Just no more biting please..!” Indeed, there were bite marks on your neck, shoulders, and even your arms. Bruised and bloodied. Bob must've reprimanded you when you fell unconscious, as he was usually on the receiving end of punishment when he slacked off, and thought you were slacking off and not being fucked silly to the point of passing out.

What a mess. John would've gotten another dog hybrid but Bob gets whiny and possessive at the mention of one, even if it's to help him do less work. And now if he brought it up, with you in the picture, he'd be lucky if the hybrid wasn't killed. Maybe he'll get two and pair them together so Bob can have both his cakes and eat them. For now, he reached between the two of you and gripped Bob's knot, applying pressure to stimulate and prevent him from knotting you.

Letting out a noise between a whine and a sob, he tried to push his knot past the hand into your warm pussy, desperate to tie the two of you together and prevent his seed from being wasted. “What— Why? I have to knot her! She needs it, look how badly she's squeezing me! So close please don't make me cum like this please don't—!” It only took a single finger in his ass to send him over the edge. Bob was crying now but it didn't stop him from licking all over your face and into your mouth, still attempting to push himself deeper into you like John's hand would magically let go. Instead, he was yanked away by his tail.

“Thanks to someone we're gonna be behind on schedule. Hope it was worth it, cause now you're on a ban until you do yer job properly, Bobby.” The pathetic shepherd dog watched as he picked you up, following him and begging for another chance. “Pleasepleaseplease I promise I'll finish quicker next time! Please don't be mad I'll make it up to you John just please let me knot you both I'll die if I can't!”

What a dramatic whiner. John wonders how such a strong and dangerous dog can be such a loser. It's a shame, but at least now John can fuck you in front of the mutt to rub salt on the wound.

Shepherd Dogs John and Bob w/ Lamb!reader

For this, I imagine that both John and Bob work under the shepherd lesbians Ava and Yelena(☝️🤓) or an unnamed shepherd who doesn't care what the two do as long as they do their job.

Surprisingly, the two are very good at it because John keeps Bob focused and they also explore each other's body during their ruts or when one gets horny (mainly Bob the Insatiable) and both of them usually have good recovery due to their enhancements, so there's no worry when it comes to wasting time or being slow.

Then enter you. Brought in as a gift from a friend when they heard that having a hybrid could help with communication for things the dogs couldn't pick up. John was offended that some idiot with wool in their brain could pick up something he couldn't, and Bob was happy to have another hybrid friend on the team that isn't John. It isn't until they see you look up at them with an innocent smile during introductions that something in them changes.

The size difference is obvious but it's how you're so vulnerable and a bit of an idiot that it tempts them to make a move on you. John shamelessly grabs your ass and rubs your pussy but you don't get mad and call him a pervert, you just tell him that you aren't a dog and that Bob is over there. “You're so silly, I'm a lamb!” And Bob, the certified humper he is, always pulls you close to him and ruts against any part of you he can. “H–Hey, I'm a lamb! John's over there!” It's cute how you think they're the ones who are dumb, but they'll play along until they both need to feel a release.

When that happens, you aren't saying “I'm not a dog” but rather “I don't want to get in trouble for slacking off”.

They both have their mouths on your pussy, licking up your juices and each other's spit until they deem you ready. But then they fight over who can have your pussy first. “Obviously me, I'm the one keeping everyone on schedule.” “But— I'm doing better! I deserve a reward for my efforts, and this pussy wants to congratulate me too...” It came to a point where you were able to get enough strength to (try to) push them away that John got an idea.

“Then we'll both do it. That pussy can fit us both, we can work on getting our knots in her down the line.”

Shaking your head, any reasonings and attempts to stop the dogs from both fitting their cocks into your pussy was ignored. Bob only shushed you, reassuring that “this pretty pussy is begging for us both, you don't wanna deny her right?” and kissing you to get your mind off of it. By the time they both were nestled into your heat, your brain was mush. Unable to properly form a sentence and speak coherently, but they knew what you wanted. Or rather, what you needed. While they couldn't fit both their knots into you yet, they were content at how tightly you squeezed them which only fueled into thoughts of how it'd feel if they did fit their knots.

It had to happen soon.

You end up in ancient Greece for a project, but realize its a bust since you ended up in the fictional fantasy one, Epic: The musical. So, instead of stressing about your mistake you decide to enjoy your time there. 

Listening to the world, you realize musicals affect the world differently. Everything has a tune, the waves have a steady rhythm, the birds sing like a choir, communicating food, danger and directions. The ground has a slight hum, everything is singing in place of talking normally, you can't imagine what singing sounds like if the default is breaking out in song cause you stubbed your toe.

Following the loudest and most charming rhythm, it ends up being a fleet of boats. You realize that this is the one written by mister jalapeño, no wonder why the boat was so loud, the rest are background noise compared to the main symphony of the odyssey, Odysseus’ crew!

Ooohhh guess you'll stick around for the wonderful music, maybe you can try some holy moly, drug dealer grandpa, where are youuu??

You follow Odysseus on his journey back home, finishing your works in this world due to its inspiring atmosphere, must be because of the music intertwined into its very being. You float about the crew and even meet some gods, but they don't notice you since you're on a higher level as an Outsider. Shame you haven't been able to snatch some holy moly, Hermes only had enough for one great, great, smth, grandchild, and the gramps had favorites apparently >:( almost got noticed checking the man for more, so no magical drugs for you.

>:((( 

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You followed the crew throughout their journey, dipping occasionally not wanting to see particular scenes. You grew to adore some of the characters, but had to keep an emotional distance, nothing good comes from becoming too attached in a foreign world, especially if you know that some of these characters are only heard from once then dip into oblivion, and that all of them die except one. It felt like watching an animal grow and die, and not being able to do anything because it was for an experiment. At least you know where some of them are, the underworld, Olympus, and for the few stragglers, with your trusty system map, it can locate anyone! 

See Odysseus? No need to tell me your name, address and social security number, I knew them already ;) maybe that could've helped you get home before you pissed off the fish man. 

You were so close too, just a simple whisper in his ear, mimicking the voice of his beloved Penelope telling him to shut up and board the boat, no time to attempt to be edgy just go! But then you remembered, No major canon divergence, if interference is not permitted at the start of the save, you can't do anything or it would be against the rules and could earn you a strike. 

Ughhhh why did you forget to set that as a default? How many more times will you have to abandon a save cause you can't interfere before you stop procrastinating and get it over with! It's just two minutes of reading a waiver and a flick of a switch!

Well you didn't, now, not bothering with two minutes of reading has costed you several saves and hours of crying over not being able to save your pookie the first time. So you stand back and watch Odysseus start his long Odyssey by leaking his personal info. You dumb blorbo >:(

Let this be a lesson to not procrastinate, or not, I'm not your keeper. You followed Mister, Penelope Why? You Know I'm Too Shy,  all the way to his home. Watched him slaughter the suitors and cry in the arms of his family and rule his kingdom with a lot of trauma in his eyes.

You were a little unsatisfied with your presence here, nothing gained, but nothing lost either. You had no impact throughout the odyssey and felt kinda guilty, but not enough to make a new save and help, you are here to relax from the world, not feel terrible about being less helpful than a sneeze. (Even that had a purpose! Expelling a foreign body while making others nearby feel gross and sick) 

You depart from Ithaca and fly about the world for perhaps the last time, the plot has finished so interference is now enabled but you feel no need to stay. So you fly and fly, zipping through the clouds, smacking some unsuspecting creature and stealing their stuff while they turned to see what had accosted them.

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You were the voice Odysseus heard during the song “Keep Your Friends Close” while he was dreaming of his wife and son while they were approaching Ithaca. You mimicked her voice so as not to have a major interference, but you were hoping to wake him earlier, to maybe help him get home quicker without the long journey. But alas, you were both too late. 

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You were shaking him mentally, shouting “CHRISSY WAKE UP, I DONT LIKE THIS. CHRISSY WAKE UP!!!” as you furiously shake his astral body.

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You land on an island and are about to pull up your system screen and exit the simulation, until you hear rustling. You glance around while activating a Forgetful Mist and pull up a map of the land to check if this place has nosey locals. “The land of the Giants” it reads on your screen and you try to recall where that rings a bell, oh! You are still in the musical after all, so it must be the home of the Cyclops species! One of them appeared in [Act 1] you believe. Huh, what did they look like again? You were too busy bemoaning your past laziness and mutely yelling at the stupid edgy attempting captain to get a good look at the one eyed creature he injured, er- I guess now a no eyed creature? 

Poor thing, you kinda wonder how it's doing, you too would've thrown hands if someone harmed your beloved animal companion, perhaps not murder an army, but that's only because you can't hide a body convincingly.

You contemplate whether you should satiate your curiosity now that your going to leave the world, your choice is answered when you hear a sobbing wail

and witness a blind cyclops weeping next to a crudely made grave and feel a bit of pity. He looks worse for wear, you recall that back then people would abandon weaklings to fend for themselves, and given how this guy has been permanently blinded, no wonder he looks so thin and raggedy. You wonder how he managed to survive for so long, even his poor sheep are all gone. How unfortunate...

“Who goes there?” The giant changes from crying to defensive as he reaches for his club. Uh oh how did he sense you? You look around and see a winion scurrying away. Oh so that must've been the one to alert him, welp, might as well indulge a savior complex.

“It's me! Your beloved sheep friend, don't you recognize me?” You call out with a sweet voice at a distance you deemed out of his reach.

“Lamby? Are you a ghost? Why only now do you appear to me.”

He reaches forward and snatches you out of the bushes before you realize you're doomed.

“No no, I'm not a ghost, you're holding me now aren't you?” Even though I wish you weren't, now I'm covered in dirt. Does bro even wash his hands?

“You feel different Lamby, less round, less fluffy too and your limbs are weird now.” ok so Lamby is your name now. Well Cerberus is supposed to mean spot right?

He grasps your new form, a sheep on two legs with chubby fingers. Fluffy tufts of wool on your head for hair and a round, Fluffy body composed of softness with a wool texture akin to clouds.

Huh, that's how he survived, he has good hearing and he's quick. OK, we can totally do this. Just help this guy not die for a bit and then slip away when he doesn't notice. What's the worst that could happen?

“Where are the others? Did they leave you?” You fidget restlessly hoping to wiggle out of his hold.

“No, the others took them from me because I couldn't care for them properly. I only have my club and the grave I made for you.” He mourns as he pats your fluffy body after placing you on the ground since you kept struggling.

How could people be so cruel?! Or monsters in this case? That won't do, not at all! If you plan to leave eventually you need to disguise yourself inside a herd. A prompt pops up next to your head.

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↻◌◌◌

‎‧₊˚✧[ Would you like to return the sheep to their 

Really sad looking owner? ]✧˚₊

˙⋆✮ Quest Rewards ✮⋆˙ 

➤ No longer sad giant.

➤ Sheep friends!

➤New companion skin unlocked

➤.…… 

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You scroll through the other obtainable items and quickly accept the quest. That's it you're gonna get them back. You have to do at least something or this save was even more of a waste.

“Don't worry friend, I'll get them back! To repay you for always caring for us, I will now care for you with my little hands- I mean hooves” You go to walk away but the giant blocks your path with his hand.

“Please do not leave, there is no point in getting them back, they are with Malcolm now. So they are better off elsewhere. If you do manage to get them back, who will care for them?”

“ I will! I'll be your eyes! To repay you for caring for us, it's now my turn”

So against better judgment (was it really tho? You've loved worse people.) You decide to befriend the blind outcast and transform into a fluffy sheep friend to comfort him and maybe eventually fake your death and leave permanently. 

But uh, he didn't let you. He always followed you around, worrying every time he couldn't find you near him. You quickly worked on getting the other sheep back to get his attention off you, but that majorly backfired since you were stuck as the main caregiver! 

➤Water the crops

➤find food for sheep

➤water sheep

➤feed sheep

➤find wandering sheep

➤Defend the wandering sheep

➤return to giant before he throws a tantrum

The list goes on and on! You were so close to just giving up if it weren't for the ridiculously cute sheep following you around, even when it was annoying, but one look into their eyes and you folded. 

You guard the sheep from predators as a small little shepherd when they wander into a crowded underbrush where the giant can't reach. It's very simple really, you baaa and the sheep listen, they understand you and you sometimes understand them. 

The giant has other means of helping you, you regularly guide him to do tasks too big for you, and the giant kinda grew on you, he does his best given his circumstances, he had heightened senses so he was the first one notifying you when a sheep got too far for him to reach. The other inhabitants may have thrown him away like trash, but you collected like the trash goblin you are, recycling people!

This proves you can totally chill as a sheep companion, you placed a bell on all the sheep so the giant can hear them and won't accidentally make one go squish and you even got yourself a cloak thanks to the System to differentiate yourself texture wise from the other sheep. Besides your ridiculously soft wool and the fact you stand on two legs with very cute eyes, you look just like the rest of the sheep. 

You've taken to a habit of announcing where you're going so the flock doesn't follow you or panic, they seem to understand you and it's worked out well. The giant almost stomped on you once when he was rushing to your location. Apparently, another giant was bragging that he found a wonderful sheep with the softest wool. He couldn't see what the sheep looked like and couldn't seem to find you so he panicked. He wouldn't let go of you for a few days after that, being carried was nice but nevertheless annoying in that situation, so you save yourself the trouble and tell them where you're heading.

You convinced him to move to a more secluded cave far from others to mainly keep yourself hidden, you don't have any more plans for people to shake the ground frantically looking for you whenever you go off to do something simple. One giant cyclops following you around is already difficult as is. Archons forbid the rest of the island finds out about you.  Euuuggh 

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To keep your big and small friends fed, a farm for growing giant crops was set up after grabbing some seeds from your inventory to grow. It's tucked away deeper inside the mountain you call home but the roof of the makeshift room caved in years ago and now has access to the sun up above. At night you all crawl into the cave home and he places a large boulder to block the entrance, he gets a soft bedding stolen from another giant's home, the sheep surround him to sleep and you get a cool loft on a shelf of the cave. No windows, and a major safety hazard since it's so high up, but it's free, so it's better than most New York apartments. Besides half of those problems you can easily combat, you can fly and have access to System for furniture so your living life, scary dog privileges and a hole in the wall home what more could a little Lamb ask for?

He's been really diligent in caring for you and the flock ever since you found all the scattered sheep, that it has started to become overbearing, this man really needs more hobbies. So, you 

taught him how to use a pan flute to give him something else to do besides bother you. You carved it from some giant bamboo you magically found somewhere on the island, thank goodness for System, you would've been a goner with all this island living if you didn't have a tutorial option.

One day, while you were installing a stairway to your shelf loft home, a massive storms rocks the island, you fall off your little ledge and can hear worried baaah’s coming from your fluffy friends as your vision goes black, a death screen pops up. 

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‎‧₊˚✧[ You Died. Get Gud loser 

( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) ]✧˚₊‧

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You shouldn't have taught System sass and passive aggressiveness, your good friends but that isn't very comforting, if you were on your first life you would've broken down. At least you put away your items for this world in a barrel somewhere in your loft home. You click continue and respawn back in the cave where you fell off at and look around and notice a texture change, why the heck does this look so funny, so many lines and shadows. The heck happened when you fell? Did you accidentally change the settings or something? You can't seem to find what went wrong in the settings so you go to check on your friends.

Everything looks different, but hey at least your buddies are ok. They seem pretty content with your work on the stairway, it was for them after all, so you wouldn't have to keep lifting them up and down when they wanted to rest with you. It also has a slide when going down!

You and the sheep still look chubby and cute so that's good, but now your cyclops friend looks funny, what in the thirst trap?! He got pecs and muscles now which is odd since he definitely isn't working out, he just looms over the sheep while you go either hunting or off world to your normal life outside of System, at least you wrangled him into a makeshift shirt cover cause you ain't chilling around a half naked man, especially now that he's buff. You might've even hissed at him at one point to get the idea across. Life continues as it did before with slight differences, but nothing substantial in your regards.

Until your friend gets a visit from daddy dearest do you realize what happened. Which leads you to your current predicament. A stare off with a random hottie who can't stop staring at you, or better wording would be glaring at you.

He approaches you and grabs you by your fluffy scruff and dangles you around, your bell tingling as you move, causing you to drop the wood you were lugging on your back.

Screw you dude, you just came out of the water and started having beef with a random sheep. What's your problem!?

“You walked on two-legs, and I'm sure you talked. What are you..”

Uh oh, Quick play dumb!

“Mheeee” not that dumb- wait this could work, just play the weird looking sheep with thumbs.

“Father! What brings you here? Oh you have Lamby with you.” Your cyclops buddy approaches with thunderous footsteps the standoff between you and this oddly hot, but rudely staring jerk who still hasn't put you down.

“I heard rumors of you being here and came to check on you. Now answer me what this… thing is?”

“Oh, that's Lamby! My friend whose been with me ever since I lost my eyesight. They've been wonderful, they find me food and manage the other sheep, they keep them from wandering far.” He carefully crouches down and places a hand on the ground to try and find you. “I've been looking for them for a while now, and since I heard their bell sounding this way I came to check for them, I'm so happy you found them Father, I don't know what I would do without them. Lamby! Come here!”

You let out a bleating cry as you struggle being held in the air. Stupid jerk! Just let go of me! I'm just a weird support animal for a blind cyclops, nothing… You swing to the left, no dice.

Of interest here.. You veer to the right, DUDE JUST LET GO! You swing your body trying to get free, the final swing earns you getting snatched by a giant hand.

“Sorry for the rudeness Father, but Lamby was in distress, and they are more fragile compared to us.” He pets you as you fix your cloak wrapped around your shoulders, it got ruffled in the struggle and wha- a tear! That jerk ripped your cloak! Your grumbles come out as an annoyed mhee causing the cyclops to pet your head more.

The god of the sea looks at you in the hands of his son, what an odd creature. As a being of higher status he can usually read lesser creatures' minds if they are under his domain, and normal animals have instincts that usually occupy their small brains, but this creature has no thoughts inside its head that he can read but still functions somehow. Did Zeus get bored again and make another messed up creature that escaped? as if humans weren't enough of an abomination.

“Whatever that thing is, it isn't a Lamb. I will get rid of it for you-”

“No! Apologies for interrupting again Father, but Lamby is Lamby, even if they are a bit odd they are very precious to me I wouldn't dare get rid of them.”

Rude. These hoes ain't loyal sometimes man, he just backhanded a compliment at you. But wait, Father? But poseidon is the father of cyclopses, not this rude jerk who belongs in a model agency. You discreetly summon a System window and check the world location. 

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↻◌◌◌

‎‧₊˚✧[Current world selected:Ẽ̷̼̭̹̗͋͆̏̈̏͝͝p̷̡͉̘̉͑̿̇͛i̸͇̟̇̑̊̍́̆̐͑̚c̶̡̛̛͈̤̬͉̲̹̀̅̓̚͜:̶̰̠̆́̌͆̑͒̉̈́͑͝ ̷̩̭̹͈̲̳̱͖̀͑̾̈͒̽̓͑̕Ţ̸͋̔͐̑̎̈́͊̅̚͝ḧ̸̨̤͚̱̙͓̙́͋̈́̐̏́̕͜ȩ̸͎̝̱͓͎̩̜̼̑̓̓̉̚ ̸̧͉̳͍͚̳̺͋̏͌͠M̴̢̻̱̻̫͇̮̗̬̈́̈͋̏̅̏͜ú̴̬̦̩̥̒̾̋́̚͝s̶͉̫̱͕͔̝̺̗͗ͅį̸̩̳̣̬̭́̉͋̊̍̒̃̓̑́ͅc̸̢̪̊̆̈́̉̀̇͘͠͝ą̴̪̫̯̖͓̫̠̝̎́́ͅļ̵̩͔̩̂̀͗̔̏͐̀͛̕̚]✧˚₊

 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ↻◌◌◌

‎‧₊˚✧[New world: Record of Ragnarok]✧˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧[Previous world: Epic: The musical.]✧˚₊ 

‎‧₊˚✧[File Corrupted. Unable to retrieve previous save.]✧˚₊

𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞:✔

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What the heck is this!? Record of what. You aren't familiar with this world and how the heck did you even end up here!? Did you just get shuffled like a Spotify playlist? Going from slice of life to thirst trap music was not in the plan.

You put in a System request for a world research, becoming increasingly more and more confused and frustrated, which the sea jerk notices. What could possibly be making that creature upset way up there? 

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‎‧₊˚✧[You are now in Record of Ragnarok, the anime and manga where humans and gods will fight in an arena to live for another millennium or destroy the other species completely.]✧˚₊

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The System supplies you. A world where gods vehemently hate their creation of humanity and wish to kill all of it? System, contact Neru to get me the heck out of here right now.

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‎‧₊˚✧[ I will do my best to get you out of here if you so wish, but for now, try to keep yourself stabilized.]✧˚₊‧

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“And how do I do that?”

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‎‧₊˚✧[ Simple, please avoid any more deaths that could lead to another reset and I should be able to pinpoint the problem soon enough! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) ]✧˚₊‧

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Ok should be simple right? Just avoid the guy while in his domain, on an island full of his children (which he doesn’t care for.) deep in his territory. Not gonna lie, this whole thing is being kinda inconvenient for your plain ol’ mortal sheep act. Is this because you talked about a change of pace? Did you really jinx yourself or did the sheep tattle on you to Lady Karma? Stupid you and your stupid wishes.

Welp, congrats past me, now you have a challenge in the form of different beings, both godly and mortal, obsessed with your mysterious presence in their world.

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

Part 2.