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𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐅 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒! ⌇MICHAEL AFTON

succubus!reader x michael afton || WC: 5,413

𖤐 SYNOPSIS. ever since michael found you as a succubus, he’s never been so in love. you usually feed off humans, but with michael’s sexual energy keeping you alive, you never ate anyone in years. that is, until, halloween night occurs…

𖤐 WARNINGS. established relationship, university au, halloween setting, malewife himbo bf/girlboss demon gf dynamic, revenge, murder, flesh eating, gore, blood mentions, tentacle bondage, msub!michael.

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Is it possible to fall in love with a woman after they had just murdered someone?

For Michael Afton, the answer is yes.

Months ago during the beginning of the semester, Michael wasn’t always great at making friends. Even though this was university, it felt like high school again, where he remained an outcast and was reluctant to be involved with the student body, college clubs, or majority of big events like football games. He was academically focused; the typical nerdy student majoring in engineering. Always studying by himself in the library and sometimes tutoring other students so he could earn some money on the side. Back then he realized that having friends or even being in a relationship was the least of his priorities.

But it wasn’t until he first laid his eyes on you.

You were so beautiful. Also an inquisitive, scholarly student with good grades, staying on top of your classes, and involved with many extra curriculars. As badly as he wanted to talk to you, he viewed you as way out of his league. Always keeping in touch with your friend groups on campus and focusing on the clubs and committees you joined. There was never a chance for Michael to even be with you. So to avoid rejection and humiliation, he’d rather keep his crush a little secret, admiring and fantasizing about you from afar.

When October came around and a big Halloween party was taking place, Michael was invited by one of the students he was tutoring. He wasn’t the best at social gatherings and has never been to college parties, but the only reason he came was because you were attending as well. And that the first time he ever drank and slightly withdrew from his comfort zone from the alcohol, talking to people from campus and collecting all the courage to talk to you.

That night, however, you were busy with another man. A man that Michael has never seen before. Spending a lot of time together, dancing, drinking, and always leaving the vicinity together… As much as Michael wanted to admit that he was jealous deep down, he forced himself to move on. He’d always believed that there was no way in Hell that he was going to have a chance with you that time.

“…Hey, has anybody seen Y/N?”

A few hours later into the party the question started floating in the air, suddenly capturing Michael’s attention. The thought of you had completely slipped his mind as he started drinking more throughout the night until you were back to being his main focus. Recalling the last time he’s seen you was with that man he assumed doesn’t attend the university. As he lingered in his thoughts, his skin started crawl.

Suspicion. Piercing curiosity. An urge to look for you and make sure you were safe.

A handful of your friends were looking everywhere in the house for you as Michael decided to investigate outside. Even though he was outside of campus and wasn’t that familiar with the outskirts, he didn’t stop searching until he could find you that night. He searched until the path at his feet faded and lead into the dark woods, the verdant greens diminishing to sullen brown, as if he was entering forbidden territory. But it wasn’t until he noticed red.

A blood trail.

That mystifying Halloween night, right in the heart of the forest where danger and terror lurks, is the first time Michael saw a dead man’s body and his guts hideously torn apart, messy spikes of fresh blood splattered everywhere. The whole scene looked impossible for a rabid animal to even do that. But it wasn’t until he found you, on your knees and sitting on your ankles beside the corpse, blood draped all over your face, chin, and then your naked body.

And when your gaze flickered onto Michael, in your eyes he can sense longing, pining, regret, terror… a tumultuous storm surging in your mind, piercing right through him. He could’ve ran. He could’ve screamed that night. He should’ve been horrified by the scene in the first place. But every fiber of his fell frozen like he was in a surrendering state; placating, patient, consoling. Only for you. A rapport had already formed right there and then, right under the luminous moon…

“Help me, Michael…”

And just as you were about to collapse on the ground, he rushed over to hold your body in his arms, not caring about the dead man or the blood all over his hands and clothes. He only cared about you. A wave of relief may have washed over him, but he was taken over by this strange, formidable urgency to protect you. To be there for you. To cherish you with such powerful tenderness, nurturing you in such a delicate, vulnerable state.

That was the night you and Michael finally bonded. That special Halloween night you found each other. Comprehending the fact that you were a newborn succubus— the deadliest, macabre, and wanton creature to ever exist... Knowing that you eat men, feed off their flesh, and reap on them with sexual dreams and nightmares, suddenly lead him to a mind-blowing discovery…

Michael had fallen in love with you.

In just a year later, you two were official. A perfect boyfriend and girlfriend for each other, basking in a healthy, loving, long-term relationship. With Michael knowing what you’re capable of as a succubus, he never held it against you; especially finding out the dark and twisted origin of how you became a succubus… He still loves you, cherishes you, and will forever stay loyal to you. Dating you because you’re you was just what he wanted ever since the beginning of college. And even though there were various things he has to adapt to in this relationship, he never complained. He would sacrifice anything for you, including his time to skip class just so you two can have sex.

But for a very good reason.

During the first few months of his new relationship, he had to deal with your bloodlust. You would tend to be ravenous, feral, murderous, literally barbaric for man blood and flesh, for that was your only appetite as a newborn. Michael knew what he was getting into, knew that him ending up being killed and eaten by you one day would be inevitable just to keep yourself alive and beautiful. As cautious and wary as ever, he’d keep his distance as he was in desperate search for another way to satisfy your hunger besides murdering anyone. Then finally, he came to the conclusion that a succubus like his girlfriend can also thrive and feed off sexual energy. A perfect solution for your diet without anybody getting hurt and keeping you alive.

Having sex with you everyday and night didn’t even feel like a strict routine or sex ritual. Michael had you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Even dessert. Nothing about this felt like a necessity just to keep you around forever; he really wanted to satisfy you deep down as long as you consented. And as the months passed by, perhaps deep down he was also a freaky sex demon that takes pleasure in pleasuring his beautiful girlfriend. A man possessed and bewitched by your ethereal presence, he’d make you feel various levels of pleasure and pain as he explores the regions of your body that you never knew existed— finding your weaknesses, turning them into his strengths, and then seducing you with them...

As goes for you, who trained yourself to only feed off the insatiable, wanton lust you have for Michael. You always find a human man like him weaving into your brain, coursing through your veins like you were downing a drug. Every second you see each other at school, your hearts pound as hard as the bed you shared in your new apartment rattles, feasting upon your lusts as if there were no more morrows. Michael had undying, blooming love for you— and you wallowed in his love like draping a warm blanket over you during cold Winter nights.

Halloween was right around the corner again. It was soon to be your one year anniversary, and though Michael had many, many plans on celebrating with you, one of them was going to this huge Halloween party just thirty minutes away from campus. But it wasn’t just some ordinary house party with spooky Halloween decor lazily thrown around and bowls of fruit punch and alcohol scattered on a kitchen island— this was a hardcore Halloween party with over 300 guests attending. Way more people, way more alcohol, and way more attractions than just music to dance to— there were rumors of a famous live band performing, people hosting escape rooms, haunted houses, and other cool horror-related shit that Michael couldn’t wait to experience with you.

It was an hour before the party. The two of you were at your apartment getting your costumes ready, since Halloween costumes were part of the dress code for this party. If you weren’t dressed, you weren’t allowed in.

“Are you… Jason Voorhees?” you marveled, passing by Michael standing in front of the body mirror putting on the iconic hockey mask.

Michael chuckled. “Yeah. Since we had a Friday the 13th this year... I just found this at Spirit Halloween and decided why not. What are you gonna be, hm?”

“Well, it’s a little basic…” You did some cute poses in front of the mirror in your costume; a cropped white puffer jacket with faux fur on the edges of your hood, a denim skirt, red laced stockings, and then fake blood splattered all over. “It was also last minute, so I just threw on some stuff to look like Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body.”

“Basic? You look beautiful,” he complimented as he stared at your reflection in the mirror, turning around to hold your waist. “The costume is also ironic. I love that. You ready to go?”

“Yeah. Let’s go before parking gets full.”

The thirty minute drive at night wasn’t that bad. You and Michael’s adrenaline started to rush in when luminous rays of colorful lights and fog were seen from a far distance behind the shadowy trees. There were so, so many people that Michael couldn’t even recognize. Some weren’t even students that attended the university. You were surfing through the crowd with him never letting go of your hand, everybody around dancing outdoors as the excitement buzzes around in this rave-like party. Spectrums within the bass-boosted music, the sound waves pulsing in your heart. In the air, you could immediately take in strong various drugs and alcohol invading your senses. You could hear the rustle of costumes, glasses clinking, people talking and laughing, and feel the whimsical energy flowing around.

You and Michael decided to drink and dance together, the dizzying lights and alcohol making you fall through space and only take in his face. As the ecstasy flowed in your bloodstream beyond all measure like a storm of electric emotion, your pupils dilating as you were filled with this hazy sweetness-like sensation. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you always felt this way for your own boyfriend; becoming a victim to your own deadly, rapacious desire, enlaved to the rhythm of such unquenchable fire.

Together on the dance floor, Michael kept caressing your waist as you kept moving your body on his. He cupped your face, lips meeting together and something like fire and passion ignited within your ribs, urging each other to deepen the kiss. As if the alcohol couldn’t intoxicate you more, Michael was all that you needed in your hazy, drunken world. You needed him more than ever. You wanted to sneak off and find some place private for the both of you. God, you were feeling so needy for him deep down that Michael already knew…

"…Thank you for having us tonight. It's so good to be here with y'all!" somebody exulted into the microphone on the stage nearby. "I hope y'all enjoy and have a happy fuckin' Halloween!"

The elated crowd cheers again as the drummer counts off with the sticks and the electric guitar riffs take over your ears. For some odd reason, the man’s voice that started singing sounded vaguely familiar to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there’s a part of you that recognizes a voice like that…

With the heated moment between you and Michael now disrupted by the band performing, you both turn your heads towards the stage where the crowd started to increase. Still holding each other’s hands, your eyes weaved through the back of people’s heads and tried to see who was performing. The electronic punk riffs sounded incredibly vibrant, thrilling everybody in the rave. Dark red spotlights, increased fog from the machines, and the clashing of the drums and other electric instruments overpowering your ears… Even the music sounded familiar to you— this was a genre that you used to listen to, after all.

“Do you wanna stay and watch?” you hear Michael yell out, clutching your hand tighter.

Somehow the question flew over your head as if you were distracted and overstimulated at the same time. As if you were drawn into the hypnotizing performance, there was an odd feeling of curiosity weighing down on your shoulders. The set up, the music, the energy, the singer’s voice… was it deja vu? You were slightly emerged, as if you unadjusted from this atmosphere, and the more Michael studied your curiosity, the more he became concerned.

When the silhouettes of tall heads blocking your view parted for a few minutes, you could finally see the singer. And the moment you scrutinized his appearance, it felt as if the world around you slowed down.

His face heightened every nerve of your body, as if you were just electrocuted by the most hazardous downed powerline. You were in utter bewilderment and horror of everything that you took in, numerous daunting flashbacks running in your head. You held your breath as you relived a traumatic memory from last Halloween; the night you were reborn as a succubus… You had no idea if these were your memories— Hell, it felt like a past life regression coursing every fiber of your being. But for the first time in a long time, terror and fright seized you completely.

“That— that singer…” you drawled, eyes widening every second in horror.

Michael furrowed his brows from not being able to hear you, leaning his ear closer to you. “Wait, what?”

You remembered. You remembered everything.

That last night of your perfect life where everything felt so surreal— being noticed by your long admired idol. A diabolical, sinister plan disguised as an innocent groupie love, where you were betrayed, drugged, kidnapped, and murdered.

The fire. The alcohol. The party. The groupie sex.

His words. His threats. His intentions. His greedy thirst for fame.

The night where he cut out your heart and sacrificed you to the devil. The night when you woke up hours later with a repulsive thirst for flesh on your tongue. The night you were reborn as a succubus, killing the first innocent man you ever saw who was just camping alone in the woods…

It was him. It was really him.

With your eyes welling with tears, your mind started to scream at you. You wanted revenge. You wanted to fucking kill him. Your anger and surging vengeance ignited a dangerous flame taking over you like a goddamn baptism. Your mind turns darker than black as every painful memory rips through you. This was the night he will finally die— and you didn’t give a fucking damn about how many witnesses there will be for his death.

“Babe? Are you—“

Letting go of Michael’s hand before he could comprehend it, you were already out of the crowd and lurking in the shadows with your enhanced speed. Part of you wanted to make that man’s death public. But part of you wanted to take things the old fashioned way, luring him backstage and devouring his soul right back into Hell where he belonged.

But your insatiable lust for flesh and blood mixed with your rage had you impatient and ravenous. It’s been so, so long since you’ve ate a man. And for a valid reason, you were hysterical and feverish to finally eat one on Halloween again. Make that man die a slow, painful, agonizing death as you tie him up in the woods and tear apart each and every one of his organs and guts. You were back to your old roots of being a vicious, wild succubus who lacks control of your hunger.

Michael had to weave through the crowd desperately looking everywhere for you, sometimes pushing other people and mistaking some as you by accident because of your costume. When the song was finally over and he could see entire stage clearly, the band was making their way off and the crowd finally became loose again. He still couldn’t find you anywhere. He started panicking, making his way inside the estate to search.

Inside the estate, there was a private dressing room for the band where they kept their instruments and other possessions. You were there, waiting by the locked door, hearing the men laughing and conversing with each other. But the lead singer’s voice reverberating in the room sounded like nails to a chalkboard to you, your blood boiling every time he chuckles and gets all excited about bullshit. That man doesn’t get to laugh. He doesn’t deserve this kind of talent. You kept fantasizing about ripping out his voice box with your own bare hands, clawing at his throat like a goddamn vice.

Blending with the shadows to taunt them, you find your way inside and locked the door. The men were behind a huge curtain where they couldn’t see you, still laughing and drinking together. Such fickle souls, perfect to be tormented alone in a dismal night like this. As much as you wanted the lead singer gone, you couldn’t help but take predatory thrill in agonizing the rest of the men that was soon to face the worse demise. Maybe they weren’t all that innocent, either. They could add in to the main course for the night.

You decided to do this the old fashioned way, stripping off your puffer jacket, crop top, skirt, stockings, and shoes. You wanted to feel their splattering crimson blood all over your bare skin. Wearing nothing but a matching bra and panty set, you stayed behind the curtain and cleared your throat.

“Excuse me? Can you gentlemen help me with something, please?”

All of them suddenly stop talking at the sound of your coaxing, provocative, coy voice behind the curtain. You sauntered your way towards them, all of them holding their breaths in star struck silence, admiring your devilish beauty and stunning body. All doe-eyed, slothful, yearning, making eye contact with all five males. That glimmer in your eyes that makes a man lose his mind like your boyfriend…

“Woah. Didn’t know we got a groupie for tonight,” one of the men chuckled, their disgusting eyes that deserves to be gouged out staring at you from head to toe.

“How can we help you, miss?” said the lead singer, your nose involuntarily flaring in furtive anger at him.

“Well… if you wanna come behind the curtains here, I have something I’d like to show all of you. A gift from your biggest fan.”

The dumb men easily fell into your trap, following you behind the curtain only for them to realize you disappeared. Eyebrows furrowing, some baffled by where the hell you just went. But you were hanging right above on the high ceiling, like a predatory creature on all fours, using your succubus powers to fuck with the lights and make them flicker until they’re in the dark.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Why’s the door locked? I can’t fucking open it!”

“Goddamnit. We’re stuck in here! Where the hell is that bitch?”

It’s been so long since you’ve utilized your tentacles. With a disturbing screech and growl, your wings that you finally let free transfigured into slimy tentacles that snatched the men and threw them across the room one by one, leaving the lead singer alone on purpose. You grinned widely from hearing them scream, curse, and panic in a room where no one could find them nor hear them. Your tentacles shove right into their mouths, silencing them forever until you were ready to eat them for later. And when you left the singer in prolonged, tense silence, you can feel the rapid, erratic beating of his heart that was soon to be gone…

“I went through Hell and came back… to finally kill you.”

For the past ten minutes, you weren’t answering your phone. Michael searched most of the estate, underestimating how big and maze-like the structure of the place was that he literally got lost. But when he was passing by a group of girls coming from the restroom, he overheard a conversation that immediately caught his attention.

“…yeah, but I was a little shy to go inside the dressing room. Flirt With Death always has groupies in there fucking or something…”

It all finally registered in Michael’s brain. Why you suddenly ran away, why you’re nowhere to be found. He was disappointed in himself for not realizing earlier, not even recognizing the band playing that was right in front of his eyes. He decided to turn into another narrow hallway where there were few people, running through each room with panic as he was still looking for you. When he found a dressing room that was apparently locked, he looked for any objects or furniture nearby that could barge open the door.

Don’t fucking tell me you did it, Y/N…

He grabbed a heavy chair, smashing it several times on the door knob to break it. He knew that he was damaging property, but he did not give a shit. The party was loud enough to block the banging sounds. Nobody was around, there were not even any cameras that he could detect in the ceiling. But he kept jamming and jamming the knob until it finally broke off, hastily shoving the door open. And the moment he noticed the room was dark and quiet, he immediately knew.

“And If I ever find the people that did this to me, I want to kill them...” He recalled your words from a year ago when you told him the truth. “And you can’t stop me, Michael. They deserve to rot in Hell for this...”

You actually fucking did it.

When Michael switched on the lights, the entire dressing room was a wretched mess covered in blood. On the walls, on the floor, some splattered onto the ceiling… It was the scene of a fucking massacre. As if a giant bucket of blood spilled and flooded the entire place. He held his breath and his eyes widened in horror, scanning the corpses with all their guts and organs hideously torn apart and some spilling out, laying in a pool of fresh crimson blood.

His gaze slowly drifted to you in the middle of the room— your wings were spread, your eyes were a different color, and your half-naked body was completely draped in fresh blood. You were feeding on the man that you told him about, the man you’ve been wanting to kill for the longest; plunging to the depths of his rufescent flesh.

“…Babe?” Michael uttered, ever so slowly and cautiously ambling closer to you. You hissed at him and bared your fangs, immediately halting a few feet away from you in underlying fear.

You took a few moments to recognize Michael’s face, trying so hard to fight the urge of accidentally eating him as well. You were slowly coming down from your frenzied, blood lust state, your sharpened eyes scanning the bloody room. The band that became famous from the lead singer selling his soul is now dead. His diabolic soul finally rotting in Hell where he belongs…

Michael inched closer, watching the way your eyes turn back to its normal color and your wings closing. “Come. Let’s go home,” your loving boyfriend insisted, holding out his hand. “I’ll wash you up and then I’ll order us something to eat.”

Holding onto him and letting him cover you up with his jacket and his arm around you, it felt as if the raging and feral tides of your soul were finally at rest. His love for you was like floating in a warm pool of warm honey and velvet; you enthralled in this beautiful rhythm of sensations that fill your energies. Leaning over to give you a gentle, reassuring kiss that was so soft, so plush, a reminder that you belong to each other forever and nothing else in this world matters.

Because when you got home that night, Michael completely forgot about washing you up and instead pressed you against the door just to kiss you. Your lungs filling with wicked lust, bodies melting together like caramel as your needy desires take over. Not even waiting a fraction of a second to settle down at home, he couldn’t fucking wait any longer. And you couldn’t either…

“Mm— Michael,” you sighed out. “I thought you were… we were gonna…”

“Shh, shh. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise. But… after seeing you tonight like that, I— I feel like something awakened in me, or… fuck, I just want you right now…”

You chuckled. “Awakened something in you?”

As much as Michael wanted to admit it, he was ashamed. “Nah, forget it. C’mon, let’s shower together.”

“Uh-uh. I’m not gonna go until you tell me.”

Michael had to mentally prepare before cringing at his own words. Recollecting himself and trying not to make things awkward, he pursed his lips and finally confessed. “Ugh, fine... When I saw your, uh— tentacles… I just thought about, you know— if you could tie me up with them?”

Never in your years of living as a succubus had a filthy, raunchy idea like this ever cross your mind. But were you opposed to it? Deep down, you were turned on by it. Tying Michael to one of your dining chairs, his wrists bound behind him as you straddled on top and teased him with your tentacles. As you kept kissing him and grinding on his thigh, one of your tentacles were wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it simultaneously that his precum was already leaking. Hearing his cute moans and whimpers gradually get louder, struggling to kiss back or try to touch you when he forgot he was tied up… you were so turned on that you kept struggling to kiss back as well.

He will never stop recalling the time when he first saw you in your succubus form, the time when something shifted within him. Not only was he turned on by your hot physical appearance as a maneating demon, but by your feral, wild, vicious behavior of ripping apart men and eating them greedily. He felt inclined to obey you, and only you; like holding him captive and chaining him up tight in the dark, making him quiver and gasp for every unobtainable breath of air. Ruin him, hurt him, mark him, corrupt him, just fucking use him for your pleasure…

As you kept riding him and stroking him, the tip of your noses press against each other in the heat of the moment. His jaw was slackened and his brows were furrowed from the white-hot waves of sensation coursing in his body.

“Fuck, Y/N— you’re so… God, I love you. I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too,” you cooed sweetly in his ear, hearing him respond with a slutty groan when you increased the pace. He involuntarily bucks his hips into the grip of your slimy tentacles, throwing his head back and clenching his fists tighter.

“I’m not gonna last, babe. I’m not gonna last— I need you to ride me, please. Please sit on my dick. I’m begging you, Y/N— God, I need to cum inside you…”

Michael's pleads were so adorable to you, it would be absolutely ruthless to deny his orgasm like that. There was just something so beautiful about a man pleading to you if he could cum inside you; something so irresistible about hearing the urgency with which he begs for permission.

“Aw, look at you. So fucking needy for me,” you teased as the tentacle stroking his aching cock slipped away. “Once you come, I’m not gonna stop riding you... You have to fucking take it.”

After hearing your words, Michael felt like he was gonna fucking explode. He was shattered. His stomach was tied up in knots the moment you planted yourself on his cock with all your weight, throwing his head back in such euphoria. His face flushed red as he watched you ride him, his cock disappearing into your pussy like magic and then reappearing much more wet and slick. He wanted to fucking touch you so bad. He wanted to adjust himself so he could thrust up into you and slap your ass like he’d always do. But with you in complete control over him, he was in a fucking bliss— his orgasm was building up already without a warning.

“Fuck, fuck… I’m so close, Y/N.”

Dizzy with desire, you felt as if you were getting closer as well as you kept riding on his dick. You can feel himself throbbing as he could feel you pulsing around him. Your fingernails were digging onto his skin, drawing your mouth closer to his and kissing him while parting away just to moan pathetically. Your thighs started to twitch, and your body thundered with tension and neediness. Every goddamn thrust and movement of your hips had you seeing stars. It was hard to pinpoint the differences between your bloodlust frenzy and your sexual frenzy— both of them had your hunger consumed and your body ablaze…

“Oh my God… Keep fucking riding me like that. You enjoy bouncing on my cock like a hot little slut, huh?”

“I’m— I’m the one that’s supposed— supposed to tease you like that, fuck,” you whined out, immediately cut off by him kissing you and humming in your mouth.

“At least I can think straight when I’m fucking you. Whenever you come— ah, fuck— you always go so dumb on my cock.”

“Oh? But you love when I do that. Just keep thinking about… the times you fucked me so hard that, I— I lost my mind…”

“You’re gonna come, Y/N. I can already tell. Fuck, I wish I can fuck up into you right now so I can pound that pretty fucking pussy…”

You tried so hard not to give him the satisfaction so quick, but your body had already betrayed you. Your lips clashed with his in urgency as too many sensations hit you all at once. As you kept bouncing your ass on him, the sounds of sticky skin clapping together slowed down as you felt that erratic pounding in your pussy and the feeling of Michael’s cum shooting inside you and pooling down onto the base of his dick. His forehead falls onto yours, shutting his eyes as you both sat there for a few minutes collecting your breaths. You let the tentacles release him so he could finally hold you and run his hands all over you, keep you in place just so you could cockwarm him.

Your softened eyes meet with his, prompting you to smile at how cute he looks. His eyes glittered like he was smitten, madly in love, the same expression he always makes every morning when you wake up. After a couple of ardent kisses, the two of you just didn’t feel like moving yet.

“So. I hope you enjoyed our anniversary so far,” Michael chuckled. “Especially after you finally got your revenge. That was fucking badass.”

You mirrored his chuckle, smirking in amusement as you kept replaying the scenes in your head of murdering the men. “You still haven’t cleaned me up yet, you know.”

“Yeah… but if we were to shower together right now, you know damn well we’re gonna go for round two. Maybe three, four, or five…”

“Then what are we waiting for…?”

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[RIDE ANNOUNCER] Please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Then collect your belongings, watch your head, and step carefully out the vehicle. The nearest exit will be on your left. On behalf of all of our crew, thanks for riding with us, and we hope you have a happy and memorable visit here at Horrorland!

obviously inspired by Jennifer’s Body (2009.) if you read my previous fic “ flirt with death “ this is the sequel.

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stargazedwinchester · 7 days ago

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ִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `bookworm, sam winchester

Summary: Sam adores the fact that you love to read, so he gifts you something you've been wishing for forever. Word Count: 529

It’s no secret that you enjoy reading. When you’re not up to your knees with research and fighting monsters, you’re usually found nose-deep in your bedroom.

Sam adores it. He loves the fact that you can get so lost in a fake reality that you can forget about the one you currently live in, even if it’s for a few hours. He’s always admired how, when on hunts, empathise with the victims and always has a way with your words, consoling and endearing. It’s one of the many traits he loves about you.

But you don’t know that.

For all you know, yourself and Sam are best friends. You spend almost every waking moment with this man, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. He’s so funny, witty and knowledgeable, you find yourself star-struck by him. It feels almost unreal that he can be so many good things at once. You know you’re incredibly lucky to be surrounded by him, and people like him.

You’re sat in your bedroom, the door wide open. You’re, yet again, delved into your book of the week. Sam hesitates at the door, holding something you’ve been waiting for.

He knocks, stepping into your room as your head pops up behind the book. “Come in, Sammy.” You say, barely above a whisper. Sam smirks slightly at your dismissive tone. He knows you don’t mean it, though, so he enters your room with his hands behind his back. Sam clears his throat, trying to catch your attention. It works, because he’s towering over you and blocking the light. You place your bookmark in your book, setting it down on your desk. You pull yourself out of your slouch, sitting cross-legged on top of your duvet. Sam sits across from you, tucking hair behind his ear.

“I know how much you love to read, evidently…” he motions to your small pile of ‘bedtime books’, as you call them, “And I know you’ve been wanting this, uh…” Sam hesitates, chuckling as he looks down at the comforter. “What is it?” You urge him, a big smile framing your bright eyes as you look up at him, leaning closer. “I bought you something,” He says, handing you a small box, wrapped carefully in brown gift paper. It’s quite light, but rigid. You carefully tear open the present, revealing a little blue box that reads ‘Kindle.’ The smile that was already on your face grows wider, Sam watching your every move, the same smile stamped on his face, too.

“Sam,” you huff in delight, peeling the sticker off of the top of the box, pulling out the small tablet and you examine it. "You really, really didn’t have to. This is the best thing anyone has ever bought for me. Thank you.” Sam’s dimple deepens. “I know, but I like seeing you happy, so…” He trails, and you lay a tiny kiss on his cheek. Sam blushes, clearly not expecting anything in return. The gesture itself is simple enough to make you wonder the true meaning behind the gift. “You make me happy, Sammy. Thank you so much. I’m gonna read so many books, you have no idea.” You turn the Kindle on, ready to set it up and download as much as possible.

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aaazade · 20 days ago

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HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM ── EPISODE TWO 𖤐

⤷ 𝄞⨾ 𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i do not own any of these characters except my own. minors, please do not interact as this is mature content with dark and sexual themes. all of my characters are black women so please respect that as you read! all lowercase is intended in this writing. ( i love choso's eyebags, please don't kill me when y'all read this). i'm so grateful for all the love on my last post! PAIRING: rockstar!sukuna x tourmanager!blackreader RATING: 18+, again mdni WARNINGS: yandere-ish moments, rock band, reader is black, usage of being held hostage, dírty talk, vampire!sukuna, dubcon, biting, drinking blood, slowburn, eventual smut, sort of angsty, stalker!sukuna, set in mostly southern cities, attempted mind control, secret society, royalty, masked men, usage of foul language, fire usage, sleep watching, sukuna's pov

𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: when tour manager!reader gets sucked into the rock world after big time group ‘dark curse’ seeks her out to plan and arrange their tour in the us. heinous secrets unfold about the group as she gets closer to the pink haired lead singer in the ‘bone demon’ mask. does she run for the hills or does she play cat and mouse? find out in "houston, we have a problem!"

check out the rest of the series here!

“cheers!”

sloshes of maltreated liquor stung the back of his throat with vigor. it was appalling how humans deserted their thinking and ration for a few moments of daze and desire. small murmurs of chatter follow the background’s ambience, the team’s dinner party going slower than he imagined. truth to be told, he would be on the tour bus devouring a long awaited meal if you were knee to knee, pressing up against his arm to make room for the others at the table.

ryomen’s eyes cut to your hazy, relaxed figure. slouching against the padded oak wood chair, you were currently in a heated debate with your sister about… well actually he didn’t quite pick up what it was about.

no, ryomen was occupied being fixated on the curves and dips of your plush duo-colored lips, the way your eyes glowed with a soft brilliance at the suggestions of greasy foods and delights, how your the ringlets of your curls fell pass the juncture of your clavicle and shoulder down to brush against your waist.

how dare you enchant him? make him feel as if he has an obligation to be in your orbit, an obligation to admire you as if you aren’t human like the rest of them.

pathetic.

if this damn bind didn’t constrain him, the easiest option would be to drain you and leave your body by some unknown murky riverside in the depths of a foreboding cathedral of towering greenery.

he sneers instead, choosing the route most comparable to an insolent pubescent teen.

one long, slender finger proddes the seam at your waist of your wine red dress, your rambling coming to a halt. your eyes flaring at the growing lift at the corners of his mouth.

“fuck do you want, sukuna?” your eyebrows furrowed together, a cute little pout settling on your plush lips.

just as threatening as a baby tiger trying to show off their claws.

shit, he felt his blood rushing south like some measly fucking loser who hasn’t seen the touch of a woman in his life. all because you batted your lashes and spoke to him.

again, pathetic.

you had ignored him all night, opting to throw shots back and participating in team building strategies and other useless parlors. he was no fool, your scent usually stood akin to the smell of a fresh waterfall drifting into a pool of something floral. maybe water lilies? even roses. but now, it’s laced with the burning embers of something sweet. honey.

arousal. he was sure of it.

even now, flushed together as everyone else had risen up to find the dance floor, your eyes showed your true hues of emotions. red, yellow, pinks-

“would you fight me if i said you..?” your nose scrunched up in disgust, pushing the planes of his chest to seek out your sister.

guess it was time to go, huh?

“ugh, shut the fuck up! i’m leaving-” he couldn’t take you seriously with you stumbling and hiccuping your way down the steps, entering into the sea of people below.

and as much as he would love to sit and grovel, his heart felt like it was breaking at its enclosure at the sight of your growing distance with him.

he groaned, taking after you with long strides. his heavy footsteps followed behind the nimble wobble of yours, grasping at your wrist.

“look just-”

“no!” you whipped around shoving a manicured nail in the brunt of his chest. “i know there’s something-.... something that lurks in the shadows with you. i’m no fool, so stay away from m- mmph!”

smart girl. he’ll give you your credit. at least you have some survival instincts and wit about you. not only that, but you had the gall to stand your ground against him, huh?

a dark sneer rippled from his tongue, the kind of laugh that made the air thick and heavy. a heavy hand came up to cup your jaw.

your drunken fury simmered right back down to the tender laps of waves.

those treacherous pulses of heat ate at his control. eating at his will to not to take you into the back of some shitty storage room and show you the purge of darkness you think he hides.

not yet, you need more time.

ryomen tipped his head back to find some semblance of control, wielding the hunger and lust to draw back.

fucking woman, you driving him insane like this must be some sort of sorcery.

“go sit your ass down, now. your sister is fucking fine with those two freaks. ” he commanded, meeting the gaze in your eyes. your stance never wavered, the fire in your eyes refusing to be snuffed out.

yet, you ended up with your ass in a chair.

better than that, before he hung up the phone call to his personal driver, your eyes fluttered shut. the music thrumming in the background lulled you to fall asleep all less than five minutes. your head couldn’t hold it’s weight in your unconscious state, tilting until he had to clasp his hand to your forehead to catch it before it thudded against the table. opting to just sling you in his arms princess style, his boots began the journey, hitting the gravel outside of the building.

the city hummed its gentle tune in the background of the car, each passing street light catching the planes and dips that make the features on your face stand out. your lashes fluttered on the tops of your cheek with every inhale you take, chest rising in miniscule measurements. he felt a desperate urge to swallow you in his grip and hold you tight against his icy skin.

when the car rolled to a stop, ryomen cradled you in his arms once again, stepping into the shadows as a cloud of crimson swirled around the both of them, only dispersing seconds after in the middle of your hotel room like the parting of a fog.

his slender palm caressed your temple, the ice-kissed temperature of his lips pressing a sweet kiss there as he lowered you into the soft cushion of your sheets, his parting goodbye.

with another unnecessary breath, he rose up, striding over to pull the balcony door open.

“goodnight, my little tiger. you put up a good fight today.”

he slipped in the chilled gust of darkness, scarlet eyes lazily observing his surroundings as he appeared again across the street under a pole light. he could see you from his view below, from the tiny flickers of emotion in your expression as you dream dotingly to the soft twitch in your balled up fist uncurling as though you were reaching out from someone. for him.

“here, take it old fart.”

the younger ones these days are so disrespectful.

ryomen tilted his head over his shoulder to meet choso’s bored, chestnut irises ringed with that familiar, awful looking purple bags. pastel pink strands wisped away as he ran his hands through the base of his scalp.

“brat…” he grumbled, snatching the damn stick away in sheer pettiness.

there was an understanding of silence for a second, before choso huffed out a cloud of smoke.

“are you ever going to tell her? she’ll find out sooner than later, y’know.” he stated, rolling his eyes at ryomen’s antics as the second cloud of smoke filled the ice chilled air around them.

“i know that-” he growled. “i’d promptly advise you to shut the fuck up. i didn’t bother you when you were a pathetic loser for your wife.”

but despite the intensity of emotion behind his voice, choso simply shrugged his leather clad shoulders, taking his long strides away from from the 6’3 man. as he departed ryomen was so sure he hear that fucker grumble under his breath.

“at least i don’t have to stalk my wife like some old ass creep. wait until hayden finds you ‘edward-ing’ her sister.”

to fucking hell with that brat, the duo freaks, and their bonded. even if she is your sister, nobody will stop him from making you his.

conjuring forth a spark that gradually speared into a large crimson hue of a flame in his hand, he seeks you out till the sun bleeds a path of light through your balcony and wakes you to the day’s journey.

and when the sun sets and your mind drifts off into a careless realm of dreams… there he is again.

watching. waiting. protecting. yearning.

the usual humid heat of atlanta had simmered down into a drizzle calm. the streets were quite muted and lackluster from its usual loud blares of horns and activity. shades of greys and browns muddles its unique colors into a foggy storm. inside, the light flooded the room into a dim shade adjusting to the small quantity of natural rays from outside.

ryomen preferred this weather, something dreary. the type of weather that you could slip and disappear into the shadows and no one would bat an eye. the tapping rhythm of the rain dripped down the windows, capturing the spark of each flash with it.

“okay, everyone big smiles! one, two, three.”

his expression didn’t change much, of course. with each click next to a fan, ryomen stood tall, only a hint of impish tilt to the corner of his lips.

you stood maybe a good twenty feet away, your sister conducting the line to know that each individual gets enough time. your makeup was all done up, rocking a new hairstyle as you took long, away shots for promo.

he didn’t understand the schematics of it, but today it was a honey blonde, fading into a lighter shade of platinum around your waist.

a tinge of possessiveness curled around his ribcage.

‘pink would look better on you.’ he settled, a needy image rampaging through the cornered angles of his mind about how fucking gorgeous you would look splayed out on his onyx sheets with matching pale pink-

“okay, sukuna. one last picture.”

he slouched, forgetting to keep up with what’s natural to humans and what’s seen as… eerie, abnormal.

appearances, he supposes.

if not for shitty rules and customs he once was a part of, drakari traditions would have no substance on his life.

the last fan staggered on the podium taking the center of the group. he smelt… something pungent radiating from the male, face covered with a black mask.

but his eyes.. they were beady. like the life was sucked out from him, leaving only the remains of an outer shell.

“i remember something..” the man’s voice croaked alive, fingers shaky as they traveled to the edge of his facial mask.

“i remember.. that day that our village burned… so much smoke that the surrounding villages couldn’t see what really happened. what you really did-”

“alright guys! three-”

“is that right?” ryomen’s brows jumped at the man's tone, snarling, his chaos magic swirling, clawing like an animal to be released as the man taunted with those same beady eyes fusing into gold.

“two-”

“emperor ryomen sukuna”

“one!”

a loud cackle left the greasy man the same time a ‘pop’ echoed, heat spilling into the room at degrees to turn bones into ashes. screams ignited at the sight of flames blistering through the plaster covered walls in the building, crowds of people merging together to find any possible exit.

yet with each face he searched, none bared close to the resemblance of yours.

“fuck!” he roared over the crackles of flames and fear induced screams.

all five heightened senses working together as something ill made its way to his still heart at the thought of you stuck under rubble, lungs collapsing as you fight for your last breath.

no, not today. not ever.

and there it was, the scent of the rushing waterfall and bright lilies. he found you grasping desperately at multiple shoulders, presumably searching for the soft touch of your sister.

he swears some more profanities under his breath, clasping your shaky body under his. by the time your eyes opened after you blinked, you stood barreled under him in the middle of the park trail seven blocks down the street.

ryomen studied the contours on your face morphing from shock, to confusion, then finally landing in.. horror.

“n-no. no! how do we get here like that? ryomen…. where is my sister? oh my fucking god, is she still in there?” that unyielding boldness you carried had you clawing at him as if you could escape his grasp. though, you still shook like a leaf.

“my sister- ah! let the fuck go of me! she could be still in there! and you! with your freaky shit, what the fuck are you-”

his hands find their way to your cheeks again, clasping on as he bends forward. the both of you are only centimeters apart, your eyes searching for something found and strong behind the depths of those scarlet irises.

“breathe.”

his only command, and yet you sucked in the crisp morning air, blowing out the smears of smoke you escaped from.

“your sister is fine.. so just breathe, mama. just.. breathe. i’ll tell you everything later..”

those duo freaks would eat the world alive if anything happens to hayden.

ugh, especially blonde freak.

a strong chortle rings through his mind, affirming the hayden is indeed just with freak one and two.

now that not a hair was stinged on your head, maybe it’s time he goes to visit that zenin bastard.

it may end with the last remaining zenin’s heart clutched in his hand, as he sits on his throne in his court full of blood and bones.

all work belongs to to @aaazade please do not copy, translate without permission, or post my work! let me know if anyone would like to be apart of my taglist as i post each episode. hope you enjoyed episode two and be sure to comment for more!

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planetxiao · 2 years ago

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# SOMEBODY TOLD ME

𖤐 niko ikki ; isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin x reader

⟢ fluff, lil bit of crack, college au, scenarios // rumor has it that you’re dating your best friend, the star of your university’s soccer team. how do they react to you not denying it?

As you and your best friend were on your way to the bus stop after class, a group of people approached you with a rather interesting question.

"Hey, there's a rumor that you two are dating. Is it true?"

𖤐 NIKO IKKI

Niko froze. The question had completely caught him off guard, this being the first he had heard of it, as well as it pertaining to your relationship with him. He knew that he had garnered some attention from being called the "star" of the university's soccer team, but he hadn't thought much of it at all.

He couldn't even take a glance at you to gauge your reaction, knowing that if he did, his cheeks would burn even hotter than they already were. His heartbeat rang in his ears as the organ thrummed against his ribcage painfully; he worried it was so loud that you could've heard it. To have someone else pose this question while he hadn't even worked up the courage to ask you yet — it felt like a cruel joke from God.

He kept his mouth closed as he lowered his gaze, deciding to let you handle this messy situation. He wondered how you'd answer, though he was sure it wouldn't play out in his favor. After all, he hadn't thought there was even a chance that you'd return his feelings.

But, to his surprise, he felt the tickle of your skin against his palm. You slid your hand into his hold, interlocking your fingers and giving him a slight squeeze. He gasped quietly, sea green eyes widening and peeking through his bangs to see your soft smile.

"Yep, it's true!" You exclaimed, a small giggle escaping your throat.

The crowd grew antsy, whispers carrying through the air as you led Niko through them. He paid no mind to the people around him, too wrapped up in the honeyed words that left your mouth seconds ago.

You didn't deny it at all. You did the exact opposite. And he couldn't figure out why. Well, more accurately, he wouldn't accept the reason he knew to be the only plausible one.

Niko’s mind wouldn't stop replaying the scene in his head while he let you drag him along to your destination. It was then that he realized how warm your hand felt in his, and how much he truly yearned to hold it forever.

But before he got too ahead of himself, Niko halted his steps. At the small resistance, you turned to him with a tilt of your head. Niko took a deep breath, dropping his gaze back down to the ground.

"Why didn't you deny it?" He asked, attempting to hide the shake in his voice.

Silence hung in the air for a couple seconds — the longest seconds of Niko's life — before you uttered the words that Niko had always hoped to hear.

"Because I like you, dummy."

𖤐 ISAGI YOICHI

Isagi never knew the feeling of his heart catching in his throat until that moment. Each syllable that had curled within the girl’s seemingly taunting smile weighed heavy on his chest like stones. He felt as if his biggest secret had been revealed, and depending on his answer, it very well could have been.

His cheeks immediately blossomed a rosy color, eyes widening and mouth falling open slightly. How was he supposed to react to this?

He was less concerned with the fact that people had been speculating things about him behind his back, and more so with how the topic of the hearsay had to do with you; not to mention, it was something so embarrassing.

He wondered what you thought of all this. Were you as embarrassed as he was? Was the confrontation making you uncomfortable? Did the thought of dating him disgust you? But when his gaze flit to you, he couldn't decipher any answers from your slightly owlish expression. He could only guess what ran through your head — while also admiring the way your parted lips looked ever so soft and your eyes shimmered with golden curiosity. Whatever Isagi had inferred made his stomach lurch. He better fix this quick.

“Ah-“ He started, but the words evaporated from his tongue as the question echoed in his mind once again.

A pregnant silence permeated the air unbearably, occupying the space Isagi had planned on using to dispel the problem. Though only for fleeting seconds, Isagi felt time pass like interminable hours. He knew what he needed to do — what he should’ve said — but his heart made no motion to follow through with the action.

That's when you hummed, the sweet sound alone causing butterflies to flutter within his system with fervor.

"Mhm, definitely!"

Huh?

Did you just confirm you two were dating? Even though he hadn't asked you yet?

His head snapped to you, mouth sputtering open and closed like a fish. What were you doing? You had to know that answering like that would drive him insane. Or else, why would you say that?

When greeted with your endearing closed-eyed smile, Isagi's thoughts began spiraling more rapidly. Through his internal predicament, he failed to notice the crowd dispersing, satisfied with the information they had been provided.

His fixed gaze had been shaken by the sound of your small laugh, finding his expression rather amusing.

"C'mon Yoichi," You teasingly poked the tip of his nose, "We're gonna miss the bus."

But Isagi didn't move; rather, when you turned on your heel, his hand grasped your wrist quickly.

"Wait."

Isagi gulped. He needed clarity on the situation that just unfolded. There was no way he could continue normally after what had just happened. At least, not without finding out why you had done what you did.

"Why did you tell them we're dating?" He asked.

With an innocent gaze, you answered, "Why not? I mean, I like you a lot, Yoichi.”

Isagi's breathed hitched in his throat. The familiar scarlet color returned to his face, trailing all the way up to his ears. Your confession was one he yearned for longer than he'd care to admit, and yet it simply didn't feel real.

He knew he had to say something back, but his brain had turned to mush, leaving him to flounder amongst the sea of words he wished to say.

All he could muster was, "O-Oh. That's good, 'cause I feel the same."

A giggle had escaped your lips at how shy he had become. You had already figured that out, but to save him the embarrassment, you decided to keep it to yourself. Though, you had to admit, red was a nice color on him.

𖤐 ITOSHI RIN

It was not uncommon to see Rin's disinterest etched rather clearly in his eyes when he was approached for something so unnecessary. How a mere rumor, lacking the foundation of truth nor mirth, could entertain so many was lost on him. Especially when it was none of their business — even more so, that it was his own.

Though he showed his disdain for the subject, it was nothing he wasn't used to. As the star of the university team, Rin was constantly the talk of campus. He gained immense popularity for his looks, as well as his skill, but his apathy toward it was resounding; you had felt the way it colored his aura so strikingly, you were surprised no one else noticed. Or, perhaps, that's what drew people to him.

In any case, Rin remained unbothered as he was presented with the question. It was you, instead, whose jaw had almost dropped to the floor.

You had quite the crush on the soccer player, and though you tried keeping your cool, it seemed you weren't hiding it well. The inquiry had, truthfully, caught you off guard; you hadn't ever thought of the possibility of such an inference being made about yours and Rin's relationship.

Admittedly, you didn't hate it. It was quite the opposite, actually.

So, you schemed: just a fun little joke to tease the stoic man.

"Yup! He's all mine, right my love?"

You really thought your obnoxious answer would earn you an eye roll, a scoff, a dismissive comment, something from him. But Rin didn't say anything. Actually, you could've sworn there was a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. But, before you could say for certain, he had turned around with intent to continue his trek to the bus stop.

"Let's go," He had said before taking his first step away from the gawking crowd.

You blinked. What was that?

That did not go how you thought it would at all. But, all you could do was follow behind Rin with eyes that could revel the moon. What did this all mean? Usually, he would've told you to shut up and in his own way denied that the rumor was true; this time, he just... walked away? Did you piss him off?

"Uh, Rin?" You started, matching his stride as best as you could, "You didn't deny what I said... or tell me to shut up. Are you feeling ill?"

He glanced down at you, as if analyzing your expression, before asking something that made your heart jolt.

"Is that what you wanted?"

It felt as if the oxygen filling your lungs had promptly dissipated, leaving you struggling to breathe. You truly did not know how to answer. He had to be messing with you or something.

Your gaze flit to your shoes as your brows knitted together, wondering what was even going on inside his head.

"Well, not exactly..."

"Then I don't see the problem."

You nearly choked.

You pondered on it all the way to the bus stop with gaze trained on the passing pavement. Was this his way of getting back at you? You couldn’t understand how your small attempt at teasing Rin ended with you hiding your burning cheeks.

Whatever it was, you were tired of being embarrassed. You turned to face him with slightly puffed cheeks and a finger poking his chest.

"Okay, Itsoshi Rin, stop messing with me. What the hell is going on?"

This was when you expected Rin to fess up and stop this whole conflicting charade, but instead, you were met with a deadpanned expression.

“We’re dating now, idiot.”

note: it’s like each part just got longer so i apologize for them not being the same length djbdje also this is my rin debut so i hope he’s not too ooc ehe

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #niko ikki x reader #niko x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader

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cweeming · 10 days ago

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ㅤ ﹒ "𝕾𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝕾𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔." ﹕☆

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: ᯓ 𝕾𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝕸𝑎𝑦 27; 4𝑝𝑚-10𝑝𝑚. ! ﹐

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𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝚑𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:┊ ᝰ 𝕶𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝕾𝑚𝑖𝑡𝚑 𝑎𝑠 𝕷𝑒𝑛𝑎.┊ ꒰ J𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑣 𝕹𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑘 J𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 H𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝕰𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑡. ◡̈ ꒱ - 𖤐 J𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎 J𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖ć 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟. ◡̈

act one.

you were an artisan who worked a career in performing arts, within Madripoor. not exactly famous per say, but you did star as the lead role, and had a good amount of followers. hell, the theatre would be booked with an audience every show - you were a star.

what you didn't know were, you had a secret admirer. one who attended your shows every chance he got, yet hid in the shadows. fuck it, if he knew... there were just something about you that sit right with Patch.

on stage, you sat on a bench, theatre empty. you sighed as you had your script in hand. where's your acting partner, Jaroslav? it's unlike him not to show up to rehearsal, especially since he were eager about this upcoming show. hell, you'd texted with him earlier, and he promised he'd show up. despite this, there were something off about him, as he seemed rather comfortable around you. you wouldn't know it, but he caught feelings for you. so much so, he injured himself. you continued being lost in thought until footsteps approached.

"Ms. Smith." a female voice called out. you heard your name and looked over to see your artistic director, Jelena Jovanić. you've learned to get used to her stoicism. as she opened her mouth to speak, she clasped her hands together. "Mr. Novak has departed from production. unfortunately, he sustained injury after being chased by a dog on a bike. he were overshadowed and had to be rushed to the hospital to be treated for his wounds." you stifled a giggle, covering your hand over your lips. but the frown that etched onto Jelena's face told you this were no laughing matter. you sat up straight, before nodding your head. "fortunately for you, a replacement has been found. instead of Jaroslav, your new costar will be James." you took in this information.

as you watched Jelena depart from the stage, you caught a glimpse of a man darting backstage, eyes on you as he blended in with the shadows. something tells you, you're in for one heck of a ride.

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cilil · 1 year ago

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𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓧 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻

"Impatient, are we? Shouldn't you be all timid and ashamed, trying to flee before the evil Vala ravages you and steals away your innocence?"

"Oh, if only he ravaged me already."

𖤐 Day 1 ~ Lust & Chastity 𖤐 Synopsis: Mairon seeks Melkor out to learn more about the carnal delights of their fánar. 𖤐 Featuring: Body worship, virginity, prep, bit of nipple play 𖤐 Warnings: Smut Also available on AO3

AN: Written for day 1 of @deadlysinsofangbang. Yes, three fics today X) hope you enjoy these (shorter) pieces as well! Fun fact: According to my writing app this fic is exactly 666 words.

"Ah – Melkor!"

Melkor stopped kissing his way down his chest and looked up at Mairon with an impish grin.

"Impatient, are we? Shouldn't you be all timid and ashamed, trying to flee before the evil Vala ravages you and steals away your innocence?"

"Oh, if only he ravaged me already," Mairon taunted him with feigned exasperation and artfully arched his back to put his nipples on full display, pierced by tiny golden hoops and hardening in the cool air of Arda's North. He had no intentions of returning to Almaren pure and untouched, he wanted to bask in the full force of the Dark Vala's desire and enjoy the forbidden pleasures he had been promised during their many secret encounters.

Melkor laughed and lowered his head to attack the sensitive flesh so shamelessly bared to him with his lips, teeth and tongue, and soon he had the Maia moaning and squirming underneath him. The piercings gave him a convenient way to tug and tease to his heart's content, and Mairon rolled his hips forward as his cock began to harden, causing the Vala to deliberately place his knee between his legs so he could grind on it.

"You should be careful what you wish for," he teased. "Or are you indeed as eager and insatiable as you claim?"

"I meant what I said," Mairon hissed through gritted teeth while he continued to move his hips. "Will you take me now or will you keep toying with me and wasting my time?"

"Patience, little flame. If I am to be your first, should we not savour this? And besides..." Melkor placed tender, almost chaste kisses on his collarbones and the middle of his heaving chest. "Should I not admire your beauty while I do as you ask?"

His words touched something soft and vulnerable within Mairon's ëala. He had, for all his genuine curiosity and desire, attempted to steel his heart and mind for this encounter and sternly reminded himself not to seem weak or insecure, to simply take what the Dark Vala offered and disappear into the night after. Cautious and shrewd as he was, he had assumed Melkor would be merely interested in yet another conquest of a lesser spirit that he deemed worthy of his attention; but now things seemed different and his resolve began to crumble.

Could it be that Melkor cared more than he had initially assumed?

Mairon leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of featherlight kisses mapping out his entire fána, down his torso and his legs, tracing the curves of his muscles and the arch of his feet, exploring his hands, his arms, his shoulders, down once again after turning him onto his stomach, until, finally, Melkor spread his legs and began to lick and kiss his hole.

All tension had disappeared from Mairon's fána by then, and the process of preparing him was almost painless despite the novelty of it all. So far he had only had his own fingers and a few secretly forged toys to penetrate himself with, but this was so much better. His nails dug deep furrows in the ground underneath him while Melkor opened him up, and when his fingers were withdrawn and his hole left empty, Mairon expected to be taken without further delay – only for the Vala to surprise him when he was lifted and placed on his back once again.

Melkor looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, his own arousal evident. "I want to see you while I make you mine," he purred.

"I shall allow it, but only if you don't make me wait any longer."

"Don't you worry, little flame..."

Mairon's lips fell open in a soundless moan when the Vala moved his hips and something large, hard and hot entered him, stretching and filling him completely. Melkor leaned forward to enjoy watching his face contort in pain and pleasure alike, and one of his hands found Mairon's, squeezing it lovingly.

"I shall not make you wait."

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angbandsgeneral · 2 years ago

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✩｡:･｡☽*

To Vanimóre,

Revered General of our King,

Masterful strategist and sorcerer,

Crimson rain in the twilight.

☾｡･: ｡✩

For all your foresight it appears to escape your notice that you have caught the gaze of a fellow Maia.

At present I will not reveal myself, since I know not if our Lord accepts such conduct among his servants; but still I could not resist.

Not all who chose this path have managed to retain their form, yet your beauty is beyond compare, even among the greatest of us.

The color of your eye reminds me of freshly spilled blood, the loveliest shade of crimson, a sight I could admire for hours.

The tune of your flute haunts my dreams, sweet and deadly at the same time.

Which song would you play to ensnare my fëa, I cannot help but wonder, and I both dread and desire to find out.

The truth is that it might be yours already, if only you will it.

Perhaps it was a mistake to address you in such a way, dearest Vanimóre, yet I suppose those of our kind who walk in the darkness may be cursed and damned either way.

Keep your eye open, and you might see me soon.

✩｡:･｡☽*

Your secret admirer 𖤐

☾｡･: ｡✩

“oh, how adorable,” muses vanimóre, going over the letter once more as he leans back into the chair of his desk. his brow arches at the high praises but his smirk clearly indicates his satisfaction, only for him to sigh and fold the parchment, placing it neatly in his drawer rather than tossing it out.

“a cute little thing, I must say. . . wonder if I could coax them into revealing themself. . .” he purses his lips for a second before pulling out a new parchment and starting to scribble a few notes down. come hell or high water, he wished to find this secret admirer — give them credit for their boldness. hopefully this wasn't another silly prank from mairon

#·⊰ ꒰🏮꒱ 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ៸៸ musing ❜‧₊#love letters #vanimóre #vanimore

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xiaowhore · 3 years ago

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includes: kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, gorou, itto, ayato & heizou !

　———　♡: readers' favorite　𖤐: author's favorite

KAZUHA KAEDEHARA

headcanons

skinship hcs

scenarios

a drowsy afternoon

daybreak

genshin boys as romance drama tropes

keeping your relationship a secret

the small things he does for you

roommates au

in drunken nights

playing hard to get ♡

premise: as you were a person of bubbly character, he’d gotten used to your bright and cheerful nature, and the ridiculous shenanigans that came along with it. that included your numerous tries to woo him into dating you, with each attempt ending in failure. you weren’t too depressed by it, returning to your usual jovial personality even after rejections… and he’d taken that for granted. he didn’t expect you to do the “push-and-pull” tactic on him, and neither did he expect it’d work so well.

how does he see you?

drowning in you

premise: it is love that cannot be conveyed in words, a depth of longing immeasurable and indescribable; it pours from his gaze, honey-saccharine and achingly tender, a desire not fueled by lust but by devotion. it's delightfully sweet, as dreamy as spun sugar, and it is love you want to drink in for all of eternity, as long as the gods permit it.

(or, the ardent love that can be felt even in the simplest of things.)

various x reader (harem)

genshin boys in a fantasy otome game ♡

premise: take your pick from a selection of pretty boys, set in medieval time as you navigate your way through hearts as a maiden from an aristocratic family!

genshin boys in a zombie apocalypse

premise: you're a half-dead college student (figurative) hoping to find comfort from caffeine intake in preparation for a brutal final exam, which led you to visit your local cafe down the block... only to be mounted by a half-dead employee (literal) seconds away from biting your arm off before a kind stranger bashes his head in. “are you okay? we came to save you!” he offers his hand, smiling invitingly.

unfortunately it doesn't appear to be romantic when the rest of his friends are raising havoc behind him, spilling zombie guts across the floor.

yours truly, ♡

premise: as a friend of the most attractive students in school, you’re more than used to acting as the middleman between them and the people vying for their affection, often tasked with delivering presents or handing out their love letters. however, when you chance upon a small bouquet of flowers on your desk without a note indicating the sender or who you’re meant to give it to, you start to wonder if this one’s supposed to be yours.

love at first bite

premise: most customers visit your cafe for the delicious bread and good coffee, but he comes for the cute barista behind the counter.

lights, camera, action! 𖤐

premise: in which you get yourself involved in a lot of unscripted drama. (genshin celebrity au.)

SCARAMOUCHE

scenarios

genshin boys as romance drama tropes

how does he see you?

heartbreaker

premise: in which you claim to be immune to the “bad boy” appeal but fall for his charms anyway.

you're a pain in the neck. (literally.)

premise: in which you make a nuisance of yourself in every train ride you share with scaramouche. (inexplicably, he doesn't stop sitting next to you anyway.)

various x reader (harem)

genshin boys in a zombie apocalypse

unfortunately it doesn't appear to be romantic when the rest of his friends are raising havoc behind him, spilling zombie guts across the floor.

sincerely, ♡

premise: your diligent efforts to uncover the identity of your secret admirer had ultimately amounted to nothing. in fact, your investigations only raised more questions — your companions’ strange behaviors and shifty-eyed gazes hadn’t completely escaped from your awareness, not to mention you’ve become… privy to some of their affections…

and what is the last thing you need while trying to search for one person who liked you? more people to like you, of course!

but that is exactly what you receive. (goddamn it all.)

love at first bite

premise: most customers visit your cafe for the delicious bread and good coffee, but he comes for the cute barista behind the counter.

lights, camera, action! 𖤐

premise: in which you get yourself involved in a lot of unscripted drama. (genshin celebrity au.)

THOMA

headcanons

them as sappy lovers

scenarios

how does he see you?

drowning in you

(or, the ardent love that can be felt even in the simplest of things.)

various x reader (harem)

yours truly, ♡

love at first bite

premise: most customers visit your cafe for the delicious bread and good coffee, but he comes for the cute barista behind the counter.

lights, camera, action! 𖤐

premise: in which you get yourself involved in a lot of unscripted drama. (genshin celebrity au.)

GOROU

scenarios

how does he see you?

various x reader (harem)

yours truly, ♡

ITTO

scenarios

amusing beginnings 𖤐

premise: the dramatic prelude of a tale spun by the workings of fate, weaved with strings of scarlet linking futures untold. this is a story of innocence, of unforeseen encounters offering no clue of a romance that will blossom much, much later — this is how you begin together, yet there is no telling if there will ever be a proper conclusion for the prose you call love.

or, plainly speaking, a series of meet-cute scenarios i am far too lazy dedicating individual fics for. i just wanted to sound smart about it.

various x reader (harem)

sincerely, ♡

and what is the last thing you need while trying to search for one person who liked you? more people to like you, of course!

but that is exactly what you receive. (goddamn it all.)

AYATO KAMISATO

scenarios

put a ring on it ♡ 𖤐

premise: snippets of daily life between a humble servant and an increasingly clingy master.

blinded by stardust

premise: keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

heartbreaker

premise: in which you claim to be immune to the “bad boy” appeal but fall for his charms anyway.

playing hard to get

premise: he delighted in being the object of your affections. the apple of your eye, your dearest treasure, your one and only darling—so why aren't you acting like it now?

(or, in which he takes his admirer's love for granted until you decide to play hard-to-get.)

equivalent exchange

premise. when ayato stumbles upon a drafted resignation letter on your desk, he doubles his efforts to show you the perquisites of staying by his side.

he doesn't want to lose a competent subordinate. that's all there is to it.

various x reader (harem)

love at first bite

premise: most customers visit your cafe for the delicious bread and good coffee, but he comes for the cute barista behind the counter.

lights, camera, action! 𖤐

premise: in which you get yourself involved in a lot of unscripted drama. (genshin celebrity au.)

HEIZOU SHIKANOIN

scenarios

playing hard to get

premise: he delighted in being the object of your affections. the apple of your eye, your dearest treasure, your one and only darling—so why aren't you acting like it now?

(or, in which he takes his admirer's love for granted until you decide to play hard-to-get.)

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jinchuls · 1 year ago

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Echo bby! I’ve just passed by Taishiro on his way out of the agency!! Apparently he’s gotten off early just to come home to you!!! Oh the flowers in his hands are ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS! I won’t spoil all the surprises he has for you for this Valentine’s Day but I’m sure he’s intent to make you fall even more in love with you tonight!! (not sure if it’s possible but you try to stop him <3)

nonnie you were so right!! him coming home early was surprise enough but the flowers!!!! tai’s been looking after them bc he knows i’m no good with flowers but they’re still just as pretty as the day he got them.

it was a precious day and, again, you’re right. it’s impossible for me to be any more in love with him than i already am, but i’m sure he’ll find a way to make it happen <33

#i’m so sad i’m like so late to this but ty nonnie #even if it’s not valentines anymore it’s still absolutely made my day #teehee #i love this man !!!!#love letters ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·#࣪𖤐 secret admirer #꒰ toyomitscho .ᐟ ꒱

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jinchuls-moved · 1 year ago

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hi hello <3 i appreciate seeing your daily posts on your blog bc it’s like i’m with you thru out ur day <3 i love being able to talk abt genshin with you and other things, i think you give me the best brainrot for things (your mind MUST be dissected). and even tho you send cursed videos on tiktok i can overlook that since i love u 😞💗 pls take care and DRINK WATER ‼️ smooching you 💗 !

ily, the tiktoks will never stop the amount of jyp of my fyp has to be made useful i cant suffer alone lmao. appreciate you sm n i will always talk n encourage brainrots i love it !!! sending you smooches (im hydrated promise)

anonymously tell me what you think of me

#love letters ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·#࣪𖤐 secret admirer

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cleumz-moved · 3 years ago

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𖤐 THIS WASN'T PART OF THE PLAN...

in which your relationship with kokomi is spoiled, and you run off with the crux...

𖤐 characters included - sangonomiya kokomi, gorou, beidou

𖤐 warnings - angst, but the only sad part is my miserable attempt at writing angst lmao

𖤐 note - kokomi ilysm also rushed ending bc im tired

you could understand her decision. i mean, why wouldn't she pick gorou? he was hardworking, resilient, hell, he was her right-hand man.

you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up, should have stayed content with simply being kokomi's friend. i mean, the only interactions you had had were strictly platonic. it was you who had read between the lines and assumed she was being romantic when she opened up about her past, took you stargazing, had you keep her company when she was planning for upcoming battles.

it made you feel disgusting, kokomi had trusted you, and you betrayed her with your feelings.

you couldn't hate gorou, no matter how hard you tried. he was perfect for kokomi, they got along so well.

even if you couldn't hate him, you couldn't help but feel a little piece of yourself chip off when you saw them walking about bourou village holding hands. maybe those pieces were falling all the way to enkanomiya.

the memory of kokomi turning you down was still fresh in your mind, it stung more than the little cuts you got when you were admiring her and not paying any attention to where you were walking. and it hurt so much more, what made it worse was that you had to see them happy together. you made it awkward when you confessed to kokomi and she revealed her secret relationship with gorou, now she didn't seem to want to talk to you. you couldn't really blame her, it was really embarrassing.

your sense of belonging on watatsumi island had long since faded, even though you had grown up there.

your deluded, sad little head was filled with ideas of leaving, running and never coming back. but where would you go? your skills included fishing, and a basic understanding of a sailboat, maybe enough to take you to seirai island, yashori island if you were lucky.

you were meandering around watatsumi, half hidden with some coral-like bushes.

then you saw them. the crux. the alcor. captain beidou. you had only heard about them from kokomi when she was going over her schemes with you.

they seemed friendly, warm, welcoming.

then you were spotted. beidou drew her claymore, and shouted, "who's there? show yourself!" still on edge from the previous battle, it seems. you quickly scampered from the shrubbery, assuring her you meant no harm.

beidou studied you, and seemed to be peering into your very soul. finally she spoke, "you wanna join the crux?" a bit taken aback by her forthrightness you stumbled back. "of course, you'd have to pass a couple tests..." she began mumbling to herself, shaking her from her thoughts you interjected "i would love to. please. if i wouldn't be troubling you of course..." it was beidou's turn interrupt your own mumbling, "great! any skills that could be useful at sea?" "uh, well, i've been fishing since i was really young, and i can sail a sailboat, so i can read the wind and currents pretty well...." "you’re hired!" "wha- really?!" "yeah! let's go break the news to the rest of the crux!"

living out your days on a ship wasn't what you had planned as a kid, but you were happier than ever.

requests for genshin r currently open 𖤐

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vilsoo · 2 years ago

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BRITISH PSYCHO⌇WILLIAM AFTON

WILLIAM AFTON AS PATRICK BATEMAN! 🔪

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 4,015

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : you care deeply for your boss william afton, doting on him in the office and carrying out his business tasks. with william intrigued by your secret admiration for him, his greed and bloodlust gets the best of him, involving you as his victim into descending madness…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : secretary x boss, fear play, age gap (reader is 29, william is 47) misogyny, dubcon, coercion, emotional manipulation, sadism, mentions of murder, throat fucking, disturbing sketches, reader is very naïve and sweet.

semi-based off Jean and Patrick Bateman’s work relationship from the classic film, “American Psycho” (2000) but with a twist. ac: Lumiyn

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Your early mornings at work begins with your boss William Afton making his way to the office, your heart stammering when he passes by your desk to speak briefly. A man defined as the picture-perfect Young Urban Professional; an executive banker who may be too old for you. He’s collective, he’s calm, he’s stylish, incredibly organized, and undeniably attractive... His external beauty and his smooth way of words send knots in your stomach. You’re way too fond of him, that picture-perfect man. And usually when you’re fond with a man, especially with your boss whom you’re not supposed to be attracted to, you keep yourself hidden.

As his secretary, you’re mostly arranging appointments, collating reports, organizing service meetings, and of course— prioritizing William’s needs. You’re content in what you do since you get to be around your boss all day. That is, until, he becomes authoritative and utilizes his higher work position over you. You’re aware of his sense of superiority and backhanded compliments in the workplace that you just brush it off as jokes. Taking his business tasks seriously, but never his comments.

“Be a doll and just get me a mineral water.”

“Don’t wear that outfit again.”

“Come in next time with a dress or skirt. Ooh, and high heels.”

Of course, you had no choice but to please your boss. This sudden awareness of your work outfits raised a new level of insecurity. But if William brutally suggested to you what he’d like to see more, maybe your chances with him liking you back could increase. Maybe he’ll pay attention to you more. Who wouldn’t want some admiration and stares from the perfect CEO Mr. William Afton himself?

However, underneath his external beauty, his perfect life, his professional appearance… lies William’s forbidden side.

A life of dark and unsettling tendencies.

There is an idea of a William Afton. Deep down, he’s obsessive-compulsive. Retentive. Controlling. Sadistic. So paranoid and extremely impulsive. He despises being outshined by anyone else in the workplace. He even despises little kids. With such sequestered rage and bitterness, he won’t tolerate any obstacle in his way, urging something inside him he must take care of in order to remove that disturbance. For example; swinging an axe to his ex-coworker Henry Emily’s face for being “better” than him. Then he stabbed Henry’s 6-year-old daughter Charlie, abandoning her body in a back alley.

His predatory chase was to derive the pleasure, control, and satisfaction from murder. With such insatiable rage and bloodlust, seeing the terror in the eyes of his victims as he guts them, stabs them, and slashes them so mercilessly fulfills his sadistic desire of enacting his twisted, rotten, and violent fantasies. It gives him quite the ego boost and keeps his social status high. An utterly insane man scrambling with brains and guts and blood in the most inhumane ways possible.

You could never know of his second life. But with him intrigued by your secret affection for him, the latter for sadistic sexual pleasure and inferiority would be right at his fingertips. All he needed to do was lure you in with his charms…

This morning as you were in William’s office to leave some files for him on the desk, you notice him doing a crossword puzzle with sunglasses on. You didn’t want to question why he was wearing sunglasses inside— instead, you admired how breathtaking he looks. Just like always. Sitting with his leg folded on the other, his arms stretched out on the top of his couch, and his enticing work attire. You wanted to say something badly before you get caught staring.

“. . . Need any help?” you mutter out with a little enthusiasm, instantly swallowing regret from actually saying something. You wish you stayed silent and left. Even knowing William, he doesn’t have any desire to speak or reply to a futile request. After leaving the files on his desk, you saunter slowly and awkwardly towards the door.

“Y/N?” William suddenly spoke, halting your movements from a rush of suspense and excitement.

“Yes, William?”

You whirl around and see him man spreading on his couch with a twisted smile. “Would you like to accompany me to dinner? That is… If you’re not doing anything.”

Your chest suddenly ached as if a ray of hope started shining over you. Processing William’s sudden request was merely impossible it completely caught you off guard. You force yourself to calm after silently gushing inside.

“Oh— oh, um… No. No, I don’t have any plans,” you grinned at him.

“Well. Isn’t this a coincidence?” William mirrors your grin as if he was satisfied. He abruptly tosses his crossword puzzle aside and tilts his head at you. “You sure a beautiful young woman like you isn’t going out with someone else?”

You chuckled, struggling to hold your gaze with his after taking it as a compliment. You also wondered where this sudden kindness and positive mood came from. “No, William. I promise I’m completely free.”

“That’s alright with me. Listen, how about we meet at my place tonight for drinks, yeah? And I’ll get us a reservation at Dorsia by 9.”

A bashful smile was all you could reply with before turning around to the door and grinning to yourself from excitement. You’ve always fantasized about your attractive boss asking you out on a date, but at such an unexpected time like this made your heart race. He even offered for you to come over to his place prior. You remained as calm as possible from your chest constantly pounding and your body growing hot. At least in the mundane days at the office, you finally had something to look forward to tonight other than Halloween.

“Oh yeah, and Y/N?” William added again. “Might wanna change before we go.”

You chose not to reply, sighing deeply as you closed the door. At the mirror nearby you quickly skimmed your outfit, wondering what was wrong with your matching beige pencil skirt and blazer attire along with heels just like asked. But of course, you were always so polite and pleasant for William no matter how backhanded or absurd his side comments were about your daily outfits.

As nightfall and mist occurred in the dark and gloomy city, you showed up at the door to William’s penthouse in a dress that was slightly out of your comfort zone. It seemed more like a clubbing dress than a formal first date dress, but the more scandalous and “seductive” it was, the more William could feel some sort of enticement. Maybe see you as the woman you really were deep down. He’s never seen you this way at work— all dolled up and showing off your underlying confidence, which you hope would be the last time.

You ring the doorbell and call out his name. No response for a few seconds, which made you frown. You ring again. Ominously enough, still nothing. You started to pray deep down that he didn’t stood you up for your date. You also hoped nothing bad happened to him.

“William?” you call out again with slight perturbation. As you raised your fist to knock hard on the door, it suddenly pushed open. Finding out that the door was opened this entire time sent a rush of goosebumps treading down your skin.

You push open the door all the way, your heart beating thickly from the dark entryway. It seemed William wasn’t home at all, yet he left his front door opened. The agitation started clawing down your spine as you sauntered cautiously down the narrow hall and into his broad living room, with still no presence of William. You could see the twinkling cityscape lights through his wide window and make out the busy traffic weaving below at the streets, almost hypnotizing you with how tranquil William’s home ambience was. You grew tempted to open the doors to the other rooms and try to find him but you knew you’d be out of luck. His whole house was dark as if he abandoned it. Abandoned this life. Abandoned this date. Abandoned you.

Falling despondent, your body remained motionless. You should’ve trusted your gut. After all, him pulling something like this wasn’t even a surprise. You gulped down your doubts and reluctance tonight. How unbelievable to physically change yourself just to impress a man who doesn’t even consider your feelings. You knew how cold and blunt he could be, yet you still gave him a chance. Standing alone in his empty penthouse, your heart falling shallow and broken just like him.

Struggling to let your dismay shake you up, you forced yourself to move. Walk out that door and never come back. Never show up to work again either. But just as you were heading down the narrow hallway for the door, you caught glimpse of an open journal and ductape on his kitchen island. Some of the detailed drawings caught your attention. As always, you’re piqued with curiosity about William. Wanting to discover his true nature and his vulnerable side. You halted, stared for a few seconds with contemplation, then mindlessly ambled into the kitchen.

I didn’t know William was an artist, you mused to yourself as you skimmed through the doodles all over the pages. But the more you scrutinized what they were actually supposed to be, you held your breath from unexplainable, horrific bewilderment:

Explicit and disturbing sketches of nude women.

Limbs dismembered and mutilated, painful penetration with weapons, sketches of hardcore torture and death, flesh and guts presented like cooked meals, and a separate page of strange animatronic designs mutilating children.

Out of nowhere, your heart thumped erratically. There is a sheer moment of panic and loss of words. Processing those traumatic, vile, and gruesome sketches in your head felt like choking on barbed wire, panting heavily under a massive state of stress and anxiety. You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t fathom anything in this very moment. William drawing that much gore and terror during his free time was something he found pleasure from. Sure, sketches are created out of boredom, but with that much detail and precision of sadistic drawings makes you wonder what was really going on in William’s head…

Who really is William Afton?

Suddenly, the front door shut. Cold wind trickled against your ear. Your heartbeat synced with your heavy pantings, taking over your ears like a global emergency alert siren. And in that very tense, unbearable moment, you realized you were trapped.

“There you are.”

You let out a shriek, jerking your head back and internally panicking from William’s shadowy, dark presence looming over you in terror. There was blood trickling down his face along with his face. No sign of it on his expensive suit, however. Before you could run, he immediately grabs you from behind, slapping one hand over your mouth and his other arm wrapped around you tightly. You struggled as hard as you could out of his tight grasp, screaming and yelping loudly only to be muffled.

Your fear provoked the man wish a rush of endorphins, adrenaline, and arousal shooting inside him. He loved hearing your squeals and your cries. It was just too precious. A craving for fear and terror and gore was what he’s been enduring this whole time and anybody nearby could’ve fulfilled this. But you, an unsullied young woman, fell right into his hands at a desperate time his restless hunger invaded him.

Your eyes started welling with tears as you hear him chuckling softly in your ears, bringing shivers down your spine. You were in the arms of a criminal. A man that should never see the light of day. A man with literal blood on his hands. A man that should stay as far as possible from women and children. A man you trusted and admired so dearly was now nothing other than a psychotic, deranged monster...

“Shh, shh… If you wanna stay alive, you’re gonna listen to me from now on, understand?” William coos, taking his thumb to wipe your tears. His wicked lips were brushing all over the sides of your face and you couldn’t help but repulse from his grasp in disgust. Still seeing you resist in his arms, he aggressively threw your head back to where your eyes met his dark, cold gaze. The tighter he held you, the more you suffocated in his embrace.

“I said do you fucking understand?” he growled this time, shaking your head like a lifeless doll. “Don’t make me repeat myself you piece of bitch trash.”

More tears trickle down your face, staring into him with a contorted expression while replying with a small nod. William took a deep breath and feigned a smile down at you again, a twisted smile that you couldn’t make out as genuine or threatening. “Good… Good girl,” he lowers his voice back to a soft murmur, trying to lull you. “You’re gonna listen to me and behave from now on, okay?”

It wasn’t helpful of him to plant kisses on your temples, still repulsive of his filthy hands draped with the blood of his victims all over you. You helplessly replied with your whimpers and sobs of plead. You despised how he was gently taking care of you like this, cradling you like a fragile toy he was prepping to mutilate, and having his arousal grow immensely from your fear. You hated it, you hated it.

“Sorry, darling. I couldn’t hear you. I’m gonna remove my hand now. If you scream out loud, your guts are gonna be all over my kitchen the next second. Understand?”

Another weak nod you replied with followed by your sniffles. You were in no position to defend yourself even if you had the physical strength to fight for your life. The distraught, the stress, the misery, the utter betrayal were all holding you back it made your body motionless and your mind vulnerable. Besides, you knew what was bound to happen if you tried defending yourself. William slips his hand off and turns you around, caressing your face to wipe off your unending tears.

“Wh… Why…?” Was all you managed to mumble so weakly, your voice shaky from physically trembling in stress. “Don’t… don’t tell me you were planning to kill me, too…”

“Kill you? The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on..?” William murmured fondly. “Oh, darling. Don’t be silly. Why do you think I’m taking care of you like this? Why do you think I’m wiping your pathetic tears away so gently? You know, if I truly never cared about you, your head would already be severed the moment you walked through my door...”

You shook your head weakly, delicately touching your neck. “I can’t— No… I thought you were— I thought you were…”

He hushes you again while stroking the top of your head, planting a repulsing forehead kiss. “I’m not going to hurt you. That is… if you listen to everything I say. Alright?”

You only let out a whimper, staring down at the ground until he forcefully angled your face to stare into him again.

“Say yes sir,” he spat out sternly.

“Yes… sir…”

William feigned another genuine smile, loosening the aggressive grasp on your face to caress your cheeks. “Good. You see, I’ve always taken you as a good girl. You’re always so obedient and patient with me. Just something about you being such a good girl for only me and no one else…”

Your nose started to burn from the long face you’ve been giving him. William slants his head and presses some kisses all over your face while holding your neck. “Isn’t this what you wanted the whole time from me? My attention, my admiration? You’ve been fantasizing about me all day at work. And I’m giving you everything that you’ve wanted from me right now…”

“Please,” you lamented with a gulp. “Just kill me instead… I already know what you are. As badly as I wanted all of that before, I just can’t see you the same way anymore…”

“Shh, shh. It’s okay for bad things to feel good, darling. You can take pleasure from whatever you want.”

William continued caressing you tenderly and sensually, transcending you to a state of turmoil and loss. He was doing his best getting into your vulnerable mind, molding your naïve nature into something that will benefit only him. Using your affection for him against you, toying with your emotions, and then wrecking them for the fun of it. He has you already blinded with his radiance, stimulating your mind until your hidden obsession for him worsens. You wished you could fight back from how tantalizing his hands roamed with anticipation across your flesh, but you were frozen…

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he muses up close ominously. “All dressed up and dolled up for me like this… why would I ever want to harm your beautiful body? Don’t you realize that I’ve been treasuring you this whole time, my sweet? No one would ever take a smart woman like you so seriously at work— no one except for me. I was the only one that grew fond of you. I was the only one that cared for you so much. And you trusted me like a good little girl. Which is why… I’m the only man you truly belong to tonight.”

“Wh— what?”

William shushes you again, this time pressing his index finger on your lips while hinting a smirk. “Pretty dolls don’t speak. I’m being as intimate as you imagined me to be, giving you what you want. And yet, my dearest, you keep crying to me and speaking some nonsense… Why is that, hm?”

Your head was slowly tilting into his soft palms as he cups your cheeks, the only physical comfort that achingly calmed you down from crying. If only you knew what you were walking into tonight. You briefly reminisce William as his playful self at work and filling you with charisma and sometimes bashfulness. It was the only memory of him you cling onto. Right before you were already descending into his madness with no way out.

“You’re gonna give me what I want tonight. You’re gonna say you belong to me. Because if you don’t, Y/N… whatever you’re going to beg and plead for when I take you how I take you, it won’t help you.”

William forces your head up again at him, pierced by his malicious, cold gaze that you resisted for, as if he was intoxicating you. The more you gazed into him the more your heart raged with terror and adrenaline. With your makeup ruined, it sent him ablaze by how messy and sexy you looked for him. Your body felt like it was caving in on you, striking erratically and so suddenly you weren’t in control of holding your own guard. He’s cupping your face again, dipping his slanted head lower with his lips brushing against yours.

“Say it. Say you belong to me.”

With no choice and your mind corrupted with William’s intoxicatingly tenacious words, you weakly uttered your death sentence;

“I belong to you.”

A single tear falls down your cheek when he kisses you, William enamored by the way you submitted so easily for him. The feeling of being kissed by a deranged, bloodlust-filled man felt like burning acid sloughing all of your flesh and bones as if you were already dead. Your lungs are bruised and beaten, struggling to keep your heart rate steady the more he devoured deeper into the kiss. You were sick to your stomach, the fear for your life taking over your fight or flight response but it renders you docile. At some point, you felt him harshly bite onto your lips. Softly weeping in agony drove William insatiable for more like he needed to feed off it. Your pain and your suffering provoked him like a wild, belligerent animal.

“I’m going to undress you now, darling. And once I do, you’re going to kneel before me. Don’t worry, my floors are always clean. You’ll be okay as long as I’m the only man taking care of you…”

No time is wasted as William manages to slip off your dress, almost drooling when your breasts are revealed to him like Halloween candy. You shiver from the cold air again until his warm hands roam around your naked body.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your collarbones, kissing and groping your breasts that made you whimper slightly. You’ve never been touched this way before and it made your body react differently.

“You know, only a real man like me can cherish your body. There’s no man above me that’ll take good care of you the way I will tonight. Now, on your knees.”

Slowly, you kneel down on his kitchen floor, already accepting what was going to happen next. The anticipation stirred and your stomach was all tied up in knots. But it wasn’t until William suddenly grabbed the ductape on the island and aggressively binds your wrists with a snug grip behind you onto a chair’s leg.

“William? Wh— what are you doing?!” you panicked. Your eyes suddenly widened at the sight of him undoing his belt and halfway pulling down his pants, slipping out his erection right in front of your face. With an unethical chuckle, he roughly grabs onto the hair from your scalp to look right at him.

“Look at how hard you already made me,” he smirked. “From now on, you’ll only serve one purpose to me. Being my good little whore. Being my possession. I bet it sounds just like a dream to you… hm?”

You kept shaking your head until William tugged your hair harder, the aching in your scalp welling more tears.

“I’m gonna shove my cock down your throat and you’re gonna take all of it. And once you make me cum, you better swallow it all…”

It was easy for William to break you. To dehumanize you. To use you as his little fuck pet. Corrupting and damaging your pure, unsullied mind by convincing you it’s for your own good. Turning your pleasure of pleasing him just as you’ve always been doing into something more twisted. You were so fragile. So delicate. It made him almost feel bad, but that’s where the ravenous intensity for you stems from.

He feels himself push further down your throat until gagging sounds urge out. Your vigorous head shakes, your coughs, and your muffled moans from lack of oxygen were like music to his ears. The tearful eyes, holding fright soaked glimpses of slowly turning into his little brainless slut choking on his boss’ cock. William’s breathy groans fills the room, and the painful grasp started to bloom an irresistible throbbing in your cunt. Perhaps William was right: It was okay for bad things to feel good… He molded you and your throat perfectly to fit for him— and he couldn’t wait to mold your cunt by the time he’s almost done with you.

There was still fear flinching within you, but soon it was invaded with an odd feeling of arousal. How ever slightly your legs spread out for him, how your tongue sticked out for him to slap, and how your wetness was starting to pool on the floor. All the praises and encouragement he gave you made you feel good deep down. You didn’t realize the different reactions your body felt were different than your emotional state slowly deteriorating. Your body craved for more. Your emotions, however, were just fun for William to toy around with. When soon after a warm liquid drowns, you’re forced to swallow it all down your throat. Your messy face was then glossed with so much more cum he released, leaving bubbles and trails of it hanging down your chin. After praising you, your whole body and state of mind went numb.

“… Oh yeah, and I’ll be keeping you forever,” you hear him faintly say like an echo. “But hey— better than being brutally murdered!”

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NOTES :: my depictions of dubious consent, coercion, emotional manipulation, and sadism in this FICTIONAL dark story are purely FANTASY and are NOT MEANT TO BE ROMANTICIZED OR GLORIFIED. also, to all my american psycho fanatics, i hope you recognized some iconic quotes!

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