#however: i could lure people i want to see to my home ??

[sleepnoises]

googling* "birthday parties for boring people" "is it legal to have fun" "is it legal to have fun november" "put people in room together and they like it how to" "is it a good idea to try to have fun"

*not googling just thinking in my head

[mysumeow]

. . . ꒰ TO LURE IN

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Reader is described with AFAB genitalia and breasts, referred to with you/your. YANDERE CHARACTER. Kidnapping, mild descriptions of injuries and blood. As for sexual content: piv unprotected sex, reader on top, restraints (ropes used on reader), thighjob. Kinich takes a dominant role. Not proofread 🙈. Art by 0_0himawa

ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: You suspect Kinich's not taking care of himself well. Used to looking out for him since childhood, you decide to find out by yourself the truth.

ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 3.6k

Ajaw’s fame preceded him.

Rude, spiteful, and tactless, to be precise. The “Almighty Dragon” lived for pushing his companion’s buttons as far as possible, making fun of him, and expressing his desire for him to perish soon.

That’s the reason why you didn’t believe Ajaw when he “informed” you Kinich put himself in harm’s way on purpose so you would heal his wounds.

Your reaction was to obviously scoff at him and disregard his stupid statement.

“I still remember that time you tried to trick people into jumping off a cliff without a rope. I wouldn’t believe a word that comes from someone like you.”

“Fine! Allow yourself to be manipulated by this moron, be my guest!” Ajaw mouthed off in his typical Ajaw style. “Your puny human brain won’t let you see the obvious signs!”

Kinich was unfazed by the self-proclaimed dragon lord, used to his antics. “Shut up, or I’ll put you in time out. Do you want that?”

While they were bickering, you assessed his physique.

Overall, he was fine. However, he came back with gashes on his left arm. They were dripping with blood, and yet he was more focused on trying to quiet Ajaw down.

“Though target this time?” You gently held his wounded arm to get a clear view of how deep it was. Contrary to last time you cured a begrudging Kinich, this one was longer.

“It’s barely anything to get worried about. I was going to cure it myself before coming here, but I got caught up with something before I could,” he said, moving his arm away from your touch, not deeming the help necessary. “This happens all the time.”

“Knowing you, you’ll just go on with your day. Come here, let me help you.”

You expected Kinich to resist again, but he didn’t. He followed you into your home and waited for you to come back with whichever supply you needed to heal him. Kinich observed you in silence, his half-lidded eyes surveyed your every movement as if you were his next hunt while you rinsed the wounds and whatnot to disinfect them.

It was hard to concentrate with him staring at you.

“You’re lucky those aren’t deep enough to need stitches.” You eased the tension and backed away with a step. “I don’t know how you got those cuts, but be more careful.”

“It was caused by an oversight of mine. Not a common occurrence for me,” he looked down at the gauze wrapped around his arms. “I thought the trap I set for the yumkasaur was stable, and when I got close to it, it lunged its claws at me.” 

Ajaw, who was silent up until now, quipped back with, “Yeah, not a common occurrence for a seasoned hunter to make such a rookie mistake!”

In the blink of an eye, he was gone. Kinich sent him to Ajaw Jail.

“I’m sorry if he gave you a headache with all that shouting.”

“I’m used to it. When he talks, I kind of zone out, haha.”

Kinich chuckled. “That’s how I deal with his ramblings most of the time, too.”

As much as you enjoyed Kinich’s company, the sun was setting and you both had work to do the next morning. The pleasant encounter had to be cut short.

The following couple of weeks, Kinich stopped visiting you for injury-related motives. Given you’ve been close since childhood, it wasn’t uncommon for you two to visit each other every so often. 

You were starting to wonder about his sudden lack of visits, until he appeared in front of your doorstep suddenly. He wasn’t alone, though. 

“Smack some reason into him, please.” Mualani begged, making it sound like the missing piece to understand Kinich’s psyche was you. “I had to drag him all the way here before he died from blood loss. He didn’t want to come.” 

“You’re exaggerating,” was everything he had to say in his favor. “I just didn’t want to cause an inconvenience.”

The poor fabric of his upper clothes was torn apart with a clean cut across his chest. Lacerations caused by saurians were different. This one? It was kindred to the result of a dagger or another man-made weapon. You recalled Ajaw’s insistence on Kinich’s growing carelessness.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mualani interjected, concerned by your abrupt silence.

“Ah, yes, I’m fine.” You shook your head out of your thoughts and walked closer to Kinich to have a good look at him.

“Okay, then. It’s just, for a moment, you seemed antsy…” Your friend’s troubled expression relaxed, and, at your assurance, she went back to her bubbly mood. “We’ve been witnesses to worse wounds than that. Especially you, since you’re a doctor.”

“No doubt about it,” you nodded and went back to Kinich. “I’ll have to stitch this. This one has been one of the worst I’ve seen you come back with. What it a miscalculation?”

“It wasn’t a miscalculation. I was commissioned by someone, and when I got to the place they requested, I was ambushed.”

“You were outnumbered in combat, and yet all they got to inflict on you was this? That’s impressive, I’ve got to say,” Mualani nodded along with Kinich’s story.

You led Kinich to his usual seat, and you got to work.

“Kinich’s a seasoned warrior,” you couldn’t help but praise. “However! If you must retreat, then retreat! It’s not worth your effort trying to put some bitter folks in their place.”

“Mmh.”

“You better listen to the doctor’s advice, Kinich! I won’t forgive you if you keep putting the doctor under stress,” Mualani sighed and crossed her arms, contemplative, before she looked at you. “You’ve always been taking care of Kinich, since you both were children. I value your patience.”

Once your handiwork was ready, you gave your patient a word of caution.

“You should rest for the following three weeks, or else your wound could open again.”

For some reason, Kinich was taken aback by your instructions. He blinked twice, analyzing what you just said.

“I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“Put them on hold. Three weeks,” you insisted and placed your hands on his forearms, Kinich’s eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” With a resigned tone, he agreed and got ready to leave.

Mualani stayed for a little longer.

“You said you had to drag him here? Why?” You couldn’t help but wonder. Now that he was gone, it was your time to question.

“You know how he is. He isn’t fond of receiving help from anyone, and he was convinced he could deal with it himself.”

“Mualani… I’m worried about him. Ajaw mentioned something about Kinich being inattentive on purpose during his hunts. I found it hard to believe because: why would he have a reason to do that? And second, I don’t trust Ajaw.”

She stayed in contemplative silence for a second. “You’re right, that’s unlike him. Hm… I’ll keep an eye on him for you.”

“Thank you,” you felt a bit more at ease. “It’s getting late. You should head home and rest.”

“You should rest too. See you.” She smiled and waved a hand at you.

To rest, it was something you wanted to do. Nonetheless, your worry regarding Kinich wouldn’t allow it. You paced back and forth, trying to figure out whether you were overthinking or whether your unease had an actual foundation.

You supposed Kinich’s line of work was prone to lesions, even if talking about someone experienced. There were factors that one simply can’t have under control always. He wasn’t one to come back this bruised and damaged this often. 

Maybe something was bothering him? Was something keeping him up at night? That could explain his lack of attention during the day.

The more you pondered about it, the more uncertainty grew with it. You were antsy and thus decided to go see him. You had a hunch something wrong was about to happen, and you couldn’t ignore the feeling. 

He had to be home. If he really heeded your instructions, then he should be there.

The lights in his house were off. He was probably in bed already.

You felt silly. You were fretting over nothing.

As you were about to head back to your house, footsteps caught your attention.

The urge to question him about what he was doing outside instead of resting was strong, however…

You decided it was a better idea to limit yourself to observation.

Despite Kinich’s forwardness, he could be reticent about opening up about certain things. Since you’ve known him for a good portion of your life, you suspected that if you were to outright ask him about what was going on with him recently, he would try to convince you nothing was amiss.

And thus, this was how you found yourself following him in the dead of night. Concealed in complete darkness, and said darkness became more apparent once you were out of the comfort of human inhabited areas. The thought of turning back was tempting, but your resolve for answers was sturdier.

You followed him into the forest and made sure to keep up with him as much as possible. Thankfully, Kinich’s stride was tranquil the whole time. He arrived at a clearing and sat his bags down. You stayed behind the foliage and noticed he brought with him a camping tent.

You didn’t know the details of how exactly he plans his hunts, but you surmised that perhaps this camping arrangement had something to do with it.

So, he wasn’t planning on resting.

“You—”

Before you could finish your reprimand, you stepped on something that awoke a contraption. In the blink of an eye, a rope quickly secured around your ankle, leaving you upside down.

At the sound, Kinich was swift on his feet and found you.

“…”

“…”

“What are you doing?”

“Does it look like I’m having fun here? Help me already!” You were flustered.

He took a Swiss knife out of his pocket to cut the rope. He caught you in time and didn’t suffer harm.

“Now, will you answer my question?” He placed you back on the ground gently.

You exhaled, making your stress clear. “You’ve been acting strange as of late. Plus, I wanted to make sure you would take a break and allow your wounds to heal. That’s why…”

“You stalked me?” He finished for you.

“I was worried, okay?” You huffed, feeling the rise in heat on your face again. By definition, he was right. That didn’t mean it was any less embarrassing for you.

“Pfft—”

Kinich, whose face was in his usual serious expression, switched to a smile. He covered his mouth as he chuckled; for some reason, he’d found amusement in your confession.

“It’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—” His soft laughter died down a bit, allowing him to speak. “I knew you were following me.”

You gaped at him.

“I wanted to see how you would try to explain yourself. Again, I’m sorry. Both for poking fun at you and for making you worry.”

“If you think a simple apology’s enough for my forgiveness, you’re wrong. I’m going back home.”

He grabbed your wrist before you could take another step away. “You won’t make it. You’ll get lost. Stay with me.”

Kinich’s watchful eyes glinted with intent under the moonlight.

“There’s enough space for the two of us in there.” He began setting the tent up with ease. He was used to sleeping outdoors and knew how to set it up with little hindrance.

“Hey, where’s Ajaw? I haven’t seen him today.”

“In timeout.”

Whereupon it was ready for use, he waited for you to get in before he zipped the entrance behind him.

For reduced space like this, the tent inside looked comfortable.

“Huh, this is more spacious than what I expected. Do you often…?”

Your voice lowered in surprise when you saw him slide his jumpsuit off, leaving him in the black clothes he wore under it. Was he really going to undress with you in here?

“You were saying?”

“Uhm. I was going to ask if you often camp outside to complete hunting commissions...”

“Whenever I deem it necessary. For example, if I think the target will give me more trouble than other ones,” he undid his headband and folded it next to his discarded jumpsuit. Kinich without his headband, was a rare sight, one that you didn’t mind being a witness to.

“Oh. So, this target you’re going after, is it more challenging?”

His eyes fixed on you for a second, inspecting you. “It is. Also, are you going to sleep like that?”

You haven’t even shrugged your coat off.

Well, of course you wouldn’t. But... you thought maybe it would be a better idea to wait for him to turn the lamp off, at least.

While you were contemplating, Kinich undid the harness and took his upper clothes off in a swift motion.

“Ah! Careful when you rise your arms!” You went to check that the suture didn’t open. “Aren’t you in pain? You did move quite brutishly there,”  

“It does hurt,” albeit his words, he didn’t show discomfort the instance your fingers trailed close to the suture.

“I didn’t know you wore a second pair of pants under that jumpsuit. You’re going to give yourself a heatstroke,” you chastised him in an attempt to ignore your racing heart. “What if you get in real trouble and I’m not in the village if you need me?”

It wasn’t unusual for him to be silent, but this one went on for a second longer. That was the impression you got. It prompted you to meet his unyielding gaze, words abandoned at the back of your throat.

 Kinich leaned in, a soft kiss that feathered on your lips. You found purchase by placing your hands on his shoulders as the intensity heightened. You couldn’t ignore the softness of his lips, or the way his hands traveled down the small of your back, or how he stopped breathing while he devoured your mouth—mind set on stealing your breath away. The absolute appetite enraptured you as he chased your lips and tongue.

A momentary halt was necessary for him to rid you of your clothes. You watched him pull your coat off, to then redirect his attention to the buttons of your shirt. When the time to remove your lower garments arrived, you tried to give him a hand; however, Kinich interrupted your attempt by summoning one of his ropes to tie your wrists over your head. The same green ropes you would see him use when he wanted to grapple quickly to a high place, the ones he mastered after the attainment of his Vision.

You shot him an inquisitive glance.

“Seeing you like this turns me on a lot.”

“Kinich!” you were baffled. You didn’t expect him to be this forward about his desires.

“Sorry. Too blunt? Then…” in thought, he put a finger on his chin. “The sight of your bare body at my mercy is a delectable view that...turns me on.”

Typical Kinich. He doesn’t know how to be tactful.

He hooked his thumbs under your underwear and discarded it. Now that there were no barriers between your body and his, his hand continued to its destination: between your legs.

First, he collected your juices on his thumb before he toyed with your clit, rubbing it in circles as he noted each little jolt and twitch he provoked on you. You whined his name, wishing you could reach out to him and tease his body like he was doing to yours.

“You should untie me. It should be me taking care of you,” you said, remembering his stitches.

“Later.”

“Later? Oh—”

Kinich had grabbed your thighs and parted them with unprecedented strength. Open and ready for him, Kinich slipped his dick in between your thighs and pushed them close again. At his own leisure, he jutted his hips forward, getting off with them. A rapid buildup of precum formed on the tip, droplets of it slid down his member after some minutes.

The back-and-forth movements stimulated your clit, causing your pussy to clench around nothing. Sighs and soft moans escaped from his mouth and he threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbed. 

The pace he set became faster and the grip on your skin tighter.

“Hey. Gently. The stitches…!” you babbled, hanging on to that sliver of clarity amidst the pleasure.

Your warning did little to deter him from chasing the high he was after. The tent filled with the sounds of his lower body smacking into yours with a hasty need; you weren’t used to seeing Kinich fall victim to his impulses. If he maintained that angle and pace, you would come anytime soon.

Which happened. You arched your back off the bed, and your legs came to wrap around him, keeping his body flush to yours. With a sharp inhale, Kinich’s movement ceased, eyebrows deeply furrowed as he did his best to not follow you after your orgasm. He wanted to be inside of you, after all.

You register the rustling of sheets while he adjusts your positions.

He grabbed your hips to place you on top of him, his back against the bed.

Through half-lidded eyes, he peers at you with unbridled hunger. The way he leered at your body, at the hickeys and bite marks left behind... Against odds, your libido reignited.

The head of his cock nudged into your entrance; a hitched moan escaped you. You were sensitive after your first orgasm, after all. Your flesh might be tender, but the desire didn’t die down yet. You were thankful that Kinich waited for you, hands patiently in place on your hips.

You relaxed your muscles and sank further down on his dick. Your pussy stretched around it, slick and ready for his size. His fingers dug deeper into you when you did, and despite Kinich’s effort to preserve his controlled expressions, the heaved breath he exhaled betrayed him.

Kinich’s cock filled you pleasantly, stroking at every pleasant spot inside of you. His grasp on your hips moved to your tits to pinch your nipples with his thumbs and forefinger.

“Please…Kinich. Untie me,” you panted. “I want to touch you, too.”

“You can already touch me, even with those binding you.” To show you what he meant, he led your hands towards his sweaty abdomen, your palms flat against it. You could feel his muscles tense and flex like that, rise and fall to meet your hips.

You wanted more than that. Why was he being cruel?

You pleaded again.

This time, Kinich was considerate and untied you.

“Ah—fuck—” he gasped when you rode him faster.

He kept his fingers stroking on your clit. When that sought climax happened, you keened and came around his cock. At last, that urge was satisfied. Kinich’s arms wrapped around you to bring your torso towards him while he came, thrusting with conviction and shooting his cum inside. 

Kinich didn’t let go, his toned arms kept you in a hug. He didn’t pull out yet either; the thought didn’t cross his mind. The proximity of your bodies—addicting to him, he wasn’t ready to release you.

Your exhaustion caused you to fall asleep almost immediately.

The next morning, you stirred awake.

Your joints ached. Well, other parts of your body ached, to be honest. That wasn’t what bothered you in this moment, but the sensation of...

Where were you?

At the realization that you were no longer in the comfort of the tent or in the position you slept in last night, you panicked.

You recognized this place. It was Kinich’s house. Your inspection traveled to the ropes that restricted your wrists and ankles.

“Good morning, Kinich,” you heard the voice of someone outside. “I stopped by here yesterday, but you weren’t here. Were you hunting?”

“Yes.”

“Ah, I see. I should’ve imagined,” the man said with amusement in his voice. “Anyway, I came here to tell you that the chief...”

Your first instinct was to call for help, but the cloth gag prevented you from that. You stopped listening to the conversation those two were having in pro of freeing yourself.

The noise of a door opening and closing made you freeze. Kinich entered the room. His eyes found yours, and you had to gather the entirety of your willpower to not lash out at him when he crouched down to remove the gag.

This was your childhood friend. Surely you could try to dialogue with him? Or was it mere wishful thinking?

“What’s going on, Kinich? Is this…some kind of twisted joke?”

“Have I ever done something like that?” That damned flat tone of his—like he wasn’t taking you seriously. “From today, you’ll stay here. With me.”

“You can’t be for real,” you stammered in disbelief at his revelation. “You’re not planning on holding me here forever, right?” 

“That depends on you. If you behave, I’m willing to negotiate with you.”

You’d been in shock this whole time, but the severity of the situation you were in finally dawned upon you. A painful tightness which sprouted from your chest extended to the rest of your body. Not once had you imagined Kinich betraying you this way. To be capable of such treachery, toy with your feelings and whisk you away from the outside world.

“I can’t believe you’re less trustworthy than Ajaw. Was he telling me the truth all this time? That you were placing yourself in danger so I... would nurse you back to health?”

“Ah, that,” Kinich crossed his arms, his fingers tapped on the side of his arm. His answer took longer than what you felt comfortable with. You grew wary of what he would confess next. “It’s not exactly what you think it is. I just wanted to lure you into my trap.” 

[tiredfox64]

May i make a request? So pretty much fem reader is a a kill for hire, (with morals) no innocents etc) and liu kang sand either bi han kuai and smoke, or kung lao and raiden, to recruit her, they watch,as she asks all bubbly and sweet to lure in her tagret only to kill them easily, posion or something?. They ofc fall in love XD

She Would Hurt A Fly

Prior notes: You not one of my opps trying to convict me of something, right? FBI already trying to get me after my constant research on Datura. Don’t put me in jail for making a murder scene 👁️👁️.

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings‼️: Violence but you will learn something about pigs.

“You want us to fetch…her?” Bi-Han asked with uncertainty.

All the brothers looked down at a picture of you that was given to them by Liu Kang. No offense but you seem like some ordinary person. But according to Liu Kang you are a tricky woman who is a fierce killer. That can’t be right.

“She looks so sweet though.” Tomas said.

“Do not judge, lest ye be judged.” Liu Kang replied.

“You said she was an assassin that can be hired? If you have the Lin Kuei at your side, why would you need someone else like her that you have to pay for?” Kuai Liang had a point.

“Though true that I have your clan by my side, she can do something none of you were trained to do. I don’t question the Lin Kuei’s abilities but I need someone with her unique expertise.”

Liu Kang’s words only fueled their curiosity even more. Bi-Han was somewhat upset with the god for thinking that he needs someone else other than his clan. But if his words are true he wants to see it for himself. So they’ll accept this quest to get you. They won’t act immediately however. They need to see if you are truly needed. What can you do that is so different?

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Target acquired. Your target: a lowlife scum who is somehow let free after committing his heinous crime. People talk, and they all think he somehow paid the judge for his freedom. Some even think he had the justice system by the balls way earlier than when he committed the crime. And you were hired to kill him in any way you see fit. You would have done this job for free but your clients insisted that you deserve the pay. Work your magic girl! You have an audience with you now that you don’t even know about.

Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas hide in the bushes and behind trees to keep an eye on you. It looked they were just stalking a poor woman who was having some car problems in front of her farm home. You could have fooled anyone.

“Should we help her?” Tomas asked.

“Do we look like mechanics, Tomas? Do us a favor and keep your mouth shut.” Bi-Han berated him.

“Settle down, brother. You are only irritated because she has not done anything yet. How about we approach her now and-“ Kuai Liang was cut off when he heard you yell out to someone. All their heads turned to see what you were going on about. Time for action.

You were waving over your target and started asking for help. You acted like a clueless damsel in distress. A poor woman who can’t get her truck to start working.

“Please sir, I need your help. My car is acting all strange. Please sir, I’d really appreciate it.” You gave him your sweetest voice while looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

Who could say no to a face like yours. He accepted which made you jump for joy and clap your hands. That wasn’t fake you were just happy that he accepted in the first place, already making the job go smoothly. Your target had no idea what he was walking into. Hell, he even thought the same thing that you were making this too easy for him. It would be him who will fall victim to you.

You kept your act going. You asked dumb questions about the car and acted all sweet when he corrected you about something. Yet you were only pissing Bi-Han off even more. He wanted to yell at you to do something else. Kill him already. The brothers were all missing the point that this was how you do your. The fact is you lure your targets in. Give them a false sense of security before striking them down. They only know how to sneak up and strike when the opportunity opens up. You just have more patience than them. They don’t have to wait any longer because now you are striking.

You offered to get the man a drink for being so kind to you. He accepted of course. You were quick with getting him a cup and you passed it to him. He looked at you strangely as he looked down into the cup with blue liquid inside of it. He asked you what was inside. You reassured him it was just Calypso lemonade, nothing bad. Well, he trusted you. You built his trust up before, why would a sweet and bubbly lady like you mess with a man’s drink?

He gulped it down quickly and immediately he started reacting. The brothers turned their full attention onto him. Alright, so maybe you weren’t so truthful. Maybe you put in some drain cleaner that was a similar color to the lemonade. Maybe, just maybe. They watched him stubble away from you while holding his throat.

“What’s happening? Did she do something?” Tomas asked, convinced he blinked and missed what you did.

“I don’t know. He just started coughing.” Kuai Liang might not know but Bi-Han suspected there was something else they weren’t thinking of.

Of course you won’t stab a man in broad daylight. You’re a professional. And then it clicked.

“Poison”

“What was that?” Both brothers asked Bi-Han.

“She has clearly poisoned him. The fool was too stupid to realize she was luring him in.” Bi-Han wants to act like he wasn’t doubting you just a few moments ago.

“I’m a no-rust-build-up woman, myself.” You declared to the guy as you watched him crawl away from you, still keeping up that sweet voice.

And just like that he was gone. No blood left over or screams to already anyone else. A quick yet painful death for him and a job well done. Now to dispose of the body.

You left quite an impression on the boys. Kuai Liang finds your tactic to be effective. You fooled them all and he find that incredible. Tomas thinks you would be amazing as a huntress. You have the patience and the sneakiness to be one. He wouldn’t mind learning a thing or two from you. And Bi-Han…what the fuck is he doing.

“Brother, are you…smiling?” Kuai Liang looks confused and Tomas seems horrified.

Bi-Han doesn’t say a word, only hums in response. He’s smiling as he watches you drag the body over the pig pen. This isn’t like a smile one does when they are day dreaming about their crush. No, this is a smile that says he likes you but not in the right ways. A closed-mouth smile that shows no warmth but a devilish desire.

You are a deceitful woman who has tricked all. You trap your victims by giving them a false sense of security. You leave no evidence and do it silently so no one would know. You are leaving that man’s family clueless of his demise. You are wicked and he likes that a lot.

Again he’s not alone in that. Tomas would like to get close to you just to learn your tricks as well. Maybe see if that persona is actually you or just some trick. Either way he wants to get to know you. Kuai Liang is awed by intellect and you have sure shown that by your well constructed plan. He can see why you are even worthy of hiring. You do it so effortlessly it makes your beauty pop out more. We got some bachelors over here.

“Should we go up to her now and tell her Lord Liu Kang’s proposal?” Tomas stepped in front of Bi-Han when asking that question. The only response he got was Bi-Han’s hand in his face, pushing him away so Bi-Han could keep looking at you.

They’ll wait this out a bit. At least it will give you enough time to dump the body into the pig pen and feed your poor, hungry pigs. They can stomach it.

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You were brought before Lord Liu Kang who told you he would like to have you around. It was a big shock to you. A god wants to hire you? Slap that on your resume immediately.

You accepted the offer quickly. You thanking him for seeing that you are a good person at heart and only try to kill those who deserve such a fate. An antihero if you will. And hey, you have the chance to meet some new people now. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas seem to be really interested in getting to know you.

Liu Kang was very suspicious of their intentions though. Mostly Bi-Han since he still had that devilish smirk on his face as he stared at you. He hasn’t even talked he just keeps giving off that low hum. Something is off. Maybe he won’t have you train with the Lin Kuei.

“Perhaps I shall send you to the Wu Shi Academy. They might be a better fit for you.” Liu Kang said in perfect earshot of the brothers.

A collective ‘no’ rang out from them which told you and him everything. They like you, they like your skills. They just won’t have any drink you give them. Especially not a Calypso.

After notes: Heathers is free on YouTube. It’s really important you know that. Might give a hint on how I thought of this. Might also be craving a Calypso badly. That Southern Peach gets me.

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I don’t understand why you prefer such a bothersome way of communication when we have communication devices but if it’s what you want. 

We have successfully acquired the earth attribute power that White Star is looking for. It’s currently in my possession but I did not absorb it so you don’t have to worry about my plate. I’ll explain everything to you once we see each other. The trial to get this power was in the form of battling a giant snake that can lure people by playing with their feelings such as sorrow. The sight wasn’t pretty. It was gruesome, something you wouldn’t want to see.

However, the ending sight was a spectacle. The way the snake turned into flower petals was quite pretty. I think you would have liked to see it for yourself. Nonetheless, you should stay there where it is safe. Ron has told you that he left some of the members of the Molan household in your care. Don’t hesitate to use them at your disposal.

Sincerely,

Cale

Dear Cale,

Thank you for indulging my whims and using letters as our way to communicate. I prefer it this way as this puts no pressure on you to respond immediately. As for my end of things, I’m doing fine. I hope you are too. Territory work is a lot harder than I anticipated. Paperwork is easy, as I’ve learned a lot from our time in Mogoru. However, everything else is physically taxing. Despite that, it’s manageable as I have a lot of people helping me. 

Again, please take your time. Whether it’s about responding to my letters or explaining your secrets to me. You can take it slow. Remember that I’ll just be here waiting whenever you are waiting.

Please stay safe and always take care of your health. I will be waiting until the next time I hear from you again.

Sincerely,

_____

Dear Count Perduellio,

Remember when we talked about giving the Dark Elves their territory? I have some great news to share with you. Thanks to the help of my younger brother, we might have a chance to acquire the Land of Death. If everything goes according to plan, the Dark Elves will be able to live aboveground soon. Until then, I shall trust you to take care of them.

As for other news, I am sure you have heard about Cale Henituse’s status right now in the Caro Kingdom. Fear not for he is safe. In fact, that punk is energetic enough to treat the crown prince’s bedroom as if it were his own. He’s currently eating my cookies as I write this letter.

That’s all I can share for now. I will update you if other news comes my way.

Sincerely,

Alberu Crossman

Dear Crown Prince Alberu,

I’m delighted to hear such news. It would be great if the Roan Kingdom could give the Dark Elves the Land of Death as they are already familiar with it. As for the Dark Elves within my care, they are also doing well. They have started to settle in the homes we have provided for them and have initiated socializing with the other residents. So far all of them are living in harmony. Children playing, the market bustling, humans and Dark Elves becoming friends. All of this is happening without discrimination.

Of course, I shall observe some more to make sure that all is going positively. However, Your Highness, can you write such brash words? If anyone else were to read your letter it would surely tarnish the reputation of our rising sun a little bit. Good thing we send our letters through special means that will keep their secrecy.

I hope the crown’s endeavours will go splendidly. I shall await more news once it arrives.

Sincerely,

_____ Perduellio

_____,

Have you been doing well? You’ve probably heard from his highness that I am fine despite what the rumours say. There are some things I found out that left me with more questions than answers. To solve that I will be visiting the World Tree. I only wrote this letter to inform you of that, so you won’t worry if ever you can’t contact me.

Sincerely,

Cale

Dear Cale,

I am doing well for the most part. But my body feels heavy these days along with a headache that will come and go. Don’t worry, the healer said it’s probably because of the weather and from me staring at documents too much. It will pass soon. 

You’re going to visit the World Tree? Be careful on your travels. I hope you get the answers you are looking for.

Sincerely,

_____

Dear Count _____,

I have heard from my eldest child that you are not feeling well. Some instances cannot be helped, but you must take care of yourself as much as possible. Do not be afraid to let your retainers and servants shoulder some of the work. You did not clean them up for nothing after all. 

After hearing about your condition I have ordered someone to send you some herbal tea that will help with your headaches. It can also improve your sleep quality. I would like to be there myself, but alas I must stay in the duchy for now.

I will make sure to visit you the first chance I get. Until then, take care of yourself and your health.

Sincerely,

Violan Henituse

Dear Duchess Violan,

I have received the herbal tea you have sent and truly works wonders. Some of my headaches are elevated and my sleep has improved these days. I shall use this tea well as thanks for your generosity. 

As another way to give my thanks, I have sent out a sample of a gem we are currently refining. The design is still in its early stage that’s why it may look a bit rough. I will make sure to send you another one once it’s complete. 

Sincerely,

_____ Perduellio

Dear _____-nim,

Good day _____-nim, are you doing well? Everyone in the duchy is worried about you as you have not responded to any of our letters for a while now. While taking care of work I have also noticed that the Perduellio Territory’s security has gotten tighter. They seem to be keeping something hush.

We are all worried about your silence. I sincerely hope that you are doing well and was just too busy to respond.

Please respond as soon as possible,

Basen Henituse

Dear Duke Henituse,

Good day duke, you may not be familiar with me so I shall introduce myself. I am Viscount Legalem, one of Count Perduellio’s retainers. I am sending this letter to inform you of the count’s condition. Our dear count has fallen unconscious and will not wake up. 

That may make you wonder why I am sending you a letter instead of contacting you through a communication device. I have three reasons to do so; (1) I want to respect Count _____’s decision. They have told me to contact you by letter if it’s not an emergency. I would like to honour that child’s decisions; (2) As I mentioned it is not an emergency, our healers have checked on them and said that nothing is wrong internally and they would be fine even in an unconscious state, and; (3) I have been told by Count _____ to contact either you or Commander Cale if something happens to them. I have no way of contacting the commander which is why I have turned to you.

Our healers and other experts who have checked on Count _____’s condition have found nothing wrong. However, I am still worried as they are not waking up no matter what we do. Thankfully, they are not injured, cursed, or poisoned. Regretfully, we still have not found the reason as to why they are unconscious.

The territory itself is doing well even in the absence of our count. Count _____ has always made sure to get ahead of their work as they said they aren’t sure when the commander will call for them. Nonetheless, our territory would very much appreciate it if you could lend some of your healers and experts to assess our count’s condition. A second opinion would be beneficial to see if our healers have missed anything.

Sincerely,

Viscount Legalem

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic scenario with Ghost (Simon Riley) from the Modern Warfare reboot? Can you also amp up the horror in this scenario 👀?

I'm assuming you mean from the newest Modern Warfare 2 so I'll do that! I have no played the game but I have seen the story. I'll try my best to amp up the horror but I'll have to see how well I executed it, it depends on what you wanted. I had to scrap my first draft as it wasn't going anywhere so I decided taking it in this direction would be better for horror. You may need to be more specific next time ^^; Sorry if it came out shorter than intended....

Phantasm

Yandere! Simon "Ghost" Riley Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Murder, Gore/Blood described, Breaking and entering, Implied forced relationship, Stealing, Dubious touches, Being watched while you sleep, Isolation, Toxic behavior.

Like a phantom, Ghost hovered around your life. He haunted your presence and you barely had a clue. He watched you with the skill of a soldier who's hidden in the shadows all his life.

Ghost didn't care if inserting himself into your life was wrong or not. In fact he barely even was part of it. Ghost always kept his distance, he always lurked in the shadows.

In a way it was like you were being haunted. If you caught sight of him in your peripherals he was usually gone the next time you looked around. He lurked and watched... but never revealed himself to you.

Ghost liked to watch you. He's quite the silent person due to having his fair share of stealth missions. Hiding in the dark and being quiet has become an important trait of his.

While you may not know much about his existence, he knows just about everything on yours. He knows what you do, he knows how you act, he knows who you have contact with.... It wasn't all that hard for him to hack into various spaces online to obtain info.

Ghost has an influence on your life despite not fully being a part of it. He wishes he could be closer but that would have to wait. For now, be keeps his spot open.

Those who get too close are inflicted with the curse that is Ghost. If he feels someone is too close to you, the one he's so fascinated about, he deals with them. There's no need to be so gorey, he could end their life easily with a silenced weapon after luring them away.

But there's a certain satisfaction when their blood covers his gloves.

He could use a gun and get things over with quickly. A knife allows him to see the life leave their eyes at his hands, however. It allows him to show how much power he has over the. It's... satisfying.

The disturbing part is that the people he removes from your life are typically close with you. Friends and possible lovers are usual picks. Your siblings or parents are considered but he holds himself back.

Removing rivals already strains you enough as is.

Ghost often finds himself holding back when it comes to you. Isolating you socially often eases the sickly concoction of jealous envy within him... but then he watches you mourn. He often ends up telling himself it's too soon to intervene.

Ghost is often there, even during your worst moments. He sees every mournful cry that he knows damn well he caused. He sees every little twitch and mumble in your sleep. He even sees all the things you do when you think you're alone.

It's all so cute... he loves the fact you're so unaware.

Ghost takes after his name when it comes to you. Like a ghost he slips into your home in the late hours of the night occasionally. He watches you as you sleep, maybe even lightly stroking your skin as you slumber away.

Ghost takes small memorabilia to take with him. He's always quiet, completely silent as he leaves with little implication he was there. The only thing you wake up to is you possibly misplacing some items and a breezy window.

Ghost prefers to keep things this way. As much as he'd like to barge in on your life to comfort and love you like he wants, he can't. He has to be patient and slowly tiptoe around your life.

The most you know of his presence is slight glances and ghostly touches at night. The smell of metallic blood sometimes greets your nose and it chills you to the bone. It's even worse when you get word someone close to you has gone missing again.

Ghost is aware him manipulating your life like this only hurts you. The murder, the stalking, it all makes you paranoid and terrified. He's hurting you for his own selfish gain.

Yet he justifies it by telling himself he'll be closer to you soon.

For now things will be soft touches while you're unaware. For now he'll resort to dirty work to keep others away. For now he'll haunt your life like a ghost until the time is just right.

Even now as he slips into your window again to kneel beside your body, he thinks of the future.

Soon he'll no longer be a ghost to you. Soon he'll introduce himself and become close to you. He'll try to take things slow but will take what he wants if he feels he's losing you.

The future between you holds so much potential in his eyes. As he watches you quietly while you sleep and quietly slips his hand into yours, he thinks of it all. You two could be great for each other.

Soon... he won't just have to be a phantom in your life. You won't have to question if he's really there or not. You'll know he's with you.

Unfortunately, you may then know everything.

You'll know the murder he's done. You'll learn why you smell blood on him and why you're so alone. He'll scare you like a ghost if he doesn't play things right.

The fear of pushing you away keeps Ghost from giving into his desires fully. He can't get ahead of himself. Even if he wants to take his chances and kiss those lips of yours or lay next to you... he knows better.

Ghost above all else is a tactical soldier. He can't rush things until he has a plan. Watching you and barely being a part of your life will have to do.

A barely audible sigh leave him as he strokes your cheek. Afterwards he backs away and makes his way back towards your window. Like a phantom, he's gone in an instant.

Only he knows he'll be back the next night to watch you...

Perhaps even the next few nights after that... all until everything's perfect and he can claim you as his.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Guys listen- LISTEN

Okay. Besides the hilarity them deciding to Cask of Amontillado Poppy, there is something here about these events mirroring both Edgar Allen Poe stories.

TLDR: Just like Eddie, Poppy gains a sense of self and sees beyond the reality of the neighbourhood. The actions of the neighbour coincide with both of Poe's stories down to the theme of death, guilt and fear.

yes this is me rambling again while trying to connect my thoughts- don't judge me!

Sally is putting on the TellTale Heart, a story about a man who hates his roommate, an older man, cause of his blind eye and devises a plan to kill him. On the eighth day, he finally decides to kill him and then hides crime under the floorboards of his house. The police come and he starts to hear the beating of his dead roommate's heart and think the police are fucking with him by pretending they can't hear it. Overcome with guilt and fear, he confesses to his crime.

By the way that Julie talks about an alarm clock, it's obvious to see this is a more tame version of that story.

On the other hand we have the Cask of Amontillado, in which the Main Charcater tricks his friend into think he has a cask of amontillado (alcohol) and lures him to the cellar. This is during carnival season and the friend is SO DRUNK that he doesn't even notice that he's been chained to the wall and is being sealed behind a brick wall until that wall is about halfway done. Overcome with grief the friend stops talking after a while and is quietly sealed behind the wall where he stays for 50 years.

I'm bringing this up because I truly believe that what Poppy experiences in the cut version of the story on the secret website is exactly what Eddie experienced during the Christmas special. Nothing new, people have come to that conclusion already, yada yada- I actually really like @killertoons theory on this

Here's the thing that gets me. I think Home had a lot to do with this. I've gone on at length on Home's influence on the neighbours but there's something about the way the stories are presented that get to me. Like Sally is put in the place of the main character of the Cask of Amontillado and Poppy the victim but I don't think that applies for Telltale Heart. For one, in the play Poppy would have played the old man and Julie the main character with Eddie (and presumably Frank) as the constables. Sally doesn't play a direct role in this story.

Home however does.

Funny thing about Edgar Allen Poe stories, most of the time the Main Characters don't tell the reader why they are doing the things they do. In both stories, both of the MC's assure the reader they are justified in their actions and have no guilt or shame in their actions. In fact their actions are premeditated. I believe Home is the perpetrator in this case. At the very beginning of "Brick by Brick" we see that Home wants to participate but can't because of Poppy and only when Poppy is out of the play does Home takes over. The story goes off without a hitch until we cut back to Poppy who is hearing scratching and thumping on the walls. While I don't think this is Home, cause he's at the play, I do think this happened because of him. Like Eddie this is Poppy becoming aware of herself and the world. Seeing beyond the fourth wall, possibly hearing the staff and crew move around. She's frozen in fear, she can't move to open the door. But then (who I think is Sally) and Frank come along to open the door and ask Poppy why she couldn't do the same. She even asks "Am I out?" and "Where am I?".

Is it petty to believe Home would do this just so he could be in the play? Yeah. But I don't put it past him considering this could be another control tactic. A way to scare the neighbours into behaving. This goes into a mini theory of mine, that Home was not content with the silent observer role it played and wanted more which lead to it overrunning the actual humans in charge of the show, set, puppets, etc. Maybe even injuring one of them which lead to the show being shut down or even investigated.

I would also be remise to not point out that two of the themes of Poe's works above are "death" and "guilt". The MC of TellTale heart does feel guilty for killing the man even if he thought it was justified like how Sally feels guilty for not knowing just how scared Poppy is. The MC of Amontillado though sits though all five stages of grief his friend is going though and doesn't get upset until before he slides the last brick in because at that point, the friend stops talking. I can't 100% match that part up but I thought it's something to add.

Honestly though, this happening in a book and not in a show or special could be a look inside on how WE perceive things. "Brick by Brick" doesn't seem to be an episode turned book, kinda like what Sesame Street used to do. Meaning that any and all recorded happening in the neighbourhood actually does happen to the neighbours (I had my suspicions on this since the Howdy's family Hullabaloo thingy). Finally the last two images we get are haunting to say the least.

God I haven't even mentioned the missing texts or the black ink spots...

[kneelingshadowsalome]

It’s been on my mind for a while: your double trouble AU, does each konig know that the other is his younger/older version of himself? Or are they two separate different people to each other? A metaphysical question lol and I can’t get it out of my head

Ahaha it’s a good question!

Yes they are very aware of each other being a different version of the same person ^^ I don’t know how it came to be that there are 2 Königs terrorizing the world, perhaps it was an unofficial government experiment with cloning or some distortion in the space-time continuum like @gremlingottoosilly suggested, I don’t care if there were aliens involved – they’re here and in love with the same woman!

But…

What I’m curious about is how did reader and Colonel!König meet the younger version (since they’re both happily married when young recruit comes around)? Maybe reader expressed her wishes to spice things up with some FMM action one day. And because Colonel!König is lenient and gentle with her and only her – ok let’s face it, he can’t deny anything from her – he kisses her forehead gently, pulls her into his lap, asks, why don’t they go out tonight and choose a victim for her then? :)

Cue to a few hours in at the local bar, Colonel is beginning to think this was a bad idea. His wife is sitting on his lap, trying to get a view of the dance floor filled with people. Mostly drunk, desperate men far younger than him; Colonel could roll his eyes – does she really want some hormone-driven asshole to give her a sloppy, low effort ride? These boys barely have hair growing on their balls yet…

Colonel just wants to go home and bully his sweet wife for hours with some expert tonguework and is just about to offer to take her home when she spots a young man. Immediately shooting up with curiosity, her eyes are shining when she finally sees something that she really likes.

“I want that one,” she says like she’s gotten used to getting anything she wants, even if it’s a person ‐ and since we’re talking about young, pussy-deprived men here, it shouldn’t be a problem to lure someone special into her arms. She could very well go and boop anyone's nose here and they would follow her home like a dog. Even if for some, the prospect of sharing her with a big, older hound might be a bit off putting…

Colonel!König, however, relieved to see that she finally picked her choice so that they can proceed to the awkward proposal, grows pale when he sees who she’s pointing at.

“Can you believe our luck? He looks exactly like you when you were young!”

She’s so excited that she’s giggling, trying to cover her mouth like she sometimes does when she’s feeling shy.

Just imagine the Colonel’s inner turmoil when he immediately recognizes his younger self, the one he thought was dead, now alive before his eyes and looking like a sorry idiot, trying to harass some women and down beers like water.

He doesn’t only look like him, he is him. Young and rough and desperate, a bullied kid who turned into a bully himself when he grew up. Tall and lean and almost succeeding in feigning self-confidence, his younger version looks like the worst kind of tortured fucker who used to hang around on 4chan and blame women for not giving him pussy...

Before he can prevent it, his wife is gone from his lap. Approaching that silly idiot while unsuspecting, tipsy and sweet – fuck, the young man answers her flirty smile with a flash of a vicious grin...

This will be a nightmare.

[guillotinesandroses]

Washed Ashore - Chapter 2; Ex-Colleagues

Platonic Sonic Boom x Ex-Villain!Reader.

Washed Ashore Masterlist

The sun flashes its gentle, yellow rays upon your form as you stroll through the beach. A cool ocean breeze keeps your mind fresh as the warm sand tickles your feet with each step. Two tropical birds sing and dance within the rich green leaves of a tree, concealed by flowers in full bloom. All in all, the day is shaping out to be absolutely beautiful. 

If only the entire walk to Sonic's house had not consisted of one girl bothering the life out of you. However, for the sake of keeping the situation civil, you are rendered incapable of responding like you want to, that being smacking the nuisance into next Tuesday. You do not have anything against her, but she could quit shoving her finger in your face every five seconds. 

"Who do you work for? The government? Aliens? The robot overlords?!" Sticks sticks her finger repeatedly onto your cheek.

You are about to roll your eyes for the sixth time during that walk before the finger slips into one of them. "Ow!" 

"Sticks, stop poking (Name)! It's impolite," Amy scolds. 

"Hey, chill, Knuckelina! I'm sure it was just an accident!" 

"I'm starting to regret becoming your sidekick," Amy mumbles. 

"Is it the name?" Knuckles asks, "it's gotta be the name, since I'm such an awesome boss. Don't worry, I can come up with something else! Like..." 

"Can't I just keep my own name?" 

"But that wouldn't be good for the brand!" 

"What brand?" 

"Wait, uh, what were we talking about again?" 

"We're here," you state. Like you hoped she would, Sticks quits bothering you but sends you an 'I'm watching you' gesture. You sigh as Amy knocks on the door. 

Sonic swings the door open with a yawn. You glance at him with a raised brow, it is unusal of him to be so low on energy. The reason for his exhaustion becomes evident when the resident self-proclaimed evil genius arises from the bathroom in his pink clothing. 

"Eggman?!" Knuckles raises his fists up. Sticks retreats with a hiss while Amy gets into a fighting stance. Sonic stands to the side, oddly unbothered by the situation. 

"Oh, hey gang! Didn't know you'd be visiting so early! I'm still in my evil pajamas! They've got a trapdoor on the back!" 

"Too much information already," you mutter. 

"What's he doing here?" Knuckles asks. 

"We have a truce. Tails is letting him stay here until his lair is rebuild," Sonic explains. 

"Ahem! Still waiting on that salmon eggs benedict!" Eggman calls out. 

"Coming, coming!" Tails hurries to serve the elaborate breakfast. 

"I asked for egg whites. These are yellows! See the yellow? I'm trying to watch my cholesterol! And this salmon is farm raised! What is this, prison?" 

"What kind of prison have you been to? Not a single one where I've been has ever served salmon." You cross your arms with envy. 

"It's all part of some evil plot, man! First he lures us into some terrible roommate ploy, but then wham! Out comes his fifty foot obliterator-bot and obliterates us all! We've gotta get out of here!" Sticks shakes Knuckles, who barely budges. 

"Guys, we have to help him," Amy says, "if we don't, we'll be no better than he is!" 

"Yeah! You'll be no better than I am!" Eggman yells and digs into his salmon eggs benedict, which he was complaining so loudly about before. 

"Think about how this is for him!" Amy approaches him. "Do you feel scared without a home? Do you feel alone? Are you eating your feelings?" 

"Somebody get her away from me." He recoils. 

Your head tilts. "Eh? How does not helping the guy who destroys the village on a weekly basis make us just as bad as the guy who, you know, destroys the village on a weekly basis?" 

"If anything, we'd be doing a huge favor to the villagers by throwing him to the streets! And to ourselves, since he'd be too busy rebuilding his lair to attack!" You sketch out the plan and swiftly and show it to the others, most of whom nod in thought. 

"(Name)! Heroes help people in need. Currently, Eggman needs a place to stay at. Kicking him out would be cruel," Amy scolds. 

"What? I'm just being practical!" 

"As much as I hate to agree with the scheming, diabolical government spy, (Name) is right! This is all just a ploy to get us to let our guards down! You can't trick me!" Sticks shouts. 

She then turns around to face a full-body mirror and screams. "The second dimension has stolen my image! Come! Help me get rid of this impostor!" 

Amy walks up to you, distracting you from the badger attempting to break the mirror. "Don't do it, Sticks! That's seven years of bad luck!" Tails yells from the background while Sonic tries to wrestle her away from the fragile glass, grumbling under his breath about how stupid the entire day has been. 

"Come on, give him a chance." Amy lays a hand on your shoulder. "Who knows? Maybe staying here will inspire him to redeem himself, just like you have!" 

"Yeah, I'll definitely start thinking about redemption," he draws the word out. In spite of his obvious sarcasm Amy looks at him with pride, and you send her a deadpan stare. 

"(Name) the Sword Wielder, right?" He turns his attention to you. "You used to be quite a big name in the old days. I am terribly sorry I didn't recognise you last week. Being a hero seems to have made you lose your presence." 

Your expression does not twitch at his words. "That's rich coming from a low-tier villain." 

"Low-tier?! Excuse me-" 

"The only reason I know you is because we share- used to share- a common enemy," you correct yourself, "of course I looked into potential allies back then- no matter how little assistance they could provide." 

Eggman stands up from the table. "Why, you- I'm going to-" 

"That's enough, you two!" Amy steps in between you and Eggman. "(Name), stop being rude. And Eggman, stop provoking (Name). Alright, now both of you apologise." 

"I wasn't being rude! I was being honest!" 

"And I'm just expressing my disappointment in the fact that (Name) would abandon the honorable occupation of villainy to hang out with you goons-" Eggman clears his throat. "I mean, I'm just asking, since you were so good at your job, why quit?" 

"Decided to change things up. I hardly see how that's any of your business." 

"There we go! See, now you're communicating your feelings to each other constructively! Isn't this the best? Now, for the apologies!" Amy exclaims. 

"Alright, I'll be the mature one and go first. I am sorry for judging your life decisions and saying you have no presence." Eggman apologises but mutters under his breath that he meant everything he said. 

"And (Name)?" 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you respond, "...I am sorry for calling you low-tier." 

Amy interlaces her fingers together and fawns over the display of successful apologies and communication. With her distracted, you take the opportunity to take back your words. 

"He's mid at best," you mutter. Sonic snorts and bites back a laugh. The two of you share knowing grins before turning back to the conversation. 

"I still don't trust him! He's brought those robots of destruction with him too! He has them at all times! He cannot be trusted!" Sticks screeches. 

"Oh, please. The only damage those two bumbling idiots could cause is done on accident." Eggman speaks as the robots bump into each other repeatedly. "Trust me, I've tried to make them more effective. Never works." 

"Last night's storm wasn't even that bad. How do we even know his lair truly is destroyed?" You ask. 

"I know I'm the one who originally let him in, but if drinks one more of my energy drinks, I-" Sonic gets cut off by Tails, the owner of the house. 

"Guys, if Eggman needs to stay, he can stay. Who knows? Maybe he might not be so bad after all," Tails says. 

The gang looks expectantly at you, Sonic and Sticks. She lets out a hiss at the attention, Sonic groans out a 'fine' and you roll your eyes. 

"Whatever. Sure, let him stay," you grumble in defeat, "but don't be surprised when he attacks while you're at your lowest. Game recognises game; I know he's up to something!" You wave off the situation and step out of the hut. 

"(Name) may have given up the fight against the machine, but I won't! I never will!" Sticks hisses, "you will see! Soon enough he'll turn his ugly coat on you again!" 

Sticks runs out of the house. Eggman yells one last sentence from inside, "hey! I'll have you know, my coats are all VERY FASHIONABLE!" 

You and Sticks walk together for a couple of steps without saying a word. The atmosphere grows a bit tense as you try to sneak some glances at her to figure out whether it would d be good to say something or not. 

"Don't you look at me that way! This doesn't mean anything." Sticks stops walking and crosses her arms.

"Even though I'm glad you've got enough common sense to see through Eggman's half-baked lies, you are still nothing but a con artist! Nothing else!" Sticks points at you and speeds off into the woods. 

You sigh yet again as she runs away. From the very beginning of your attempt at redemption, you could always tell it would take the longest to earn her approval. However, you cannot take much offense to it, since she barely seems to even trust her friends. 

The following day, you follow Amy to go check up on Tails and Sonic. 

"Thanks for taking the time to play FP with me again this morning! But really, I'm going to be fine. As adorable as it is, you didn't need to escort me here," she says. 

"Yes, I know you can fight, I didn't doubt that. But it's always good to have backup in battles if possible in case something unpredictable happens," you reply. 

"Are you doubting Eggman again? Come on, let's give him a chance! You of all people should know how important second chances are!" 

"That applies only when there's a reason to believe he's willing to change! If he's just here because his lair is broken, that doesn't make him a good person! Just a bad guy on a leash!" 

"Oh, relax! I'm sure Sonic is going to attest that everything is fine and Eggman has been on his best behavior!" 

To her dismay, her optimistic assumptions are disproven the moment you two step into the house and sit on the couch to talk with Tails and Sonic. 

"That's it! I've had enough of Eggman! Lair or no lair, he's out of here!" Sonic shouts. 

"You can't just throw Eggman out! Sure, he might be a difficult roommate, but it's only because you guys have a communication problem!" 

"Communication problem? He whacked me with a pillow, hard! I'm dizzy, and I have serious short term memory loss!" Tails pauses. "And I have serious short term memory loss!" 

"Why don't we settle this with a roommate meeting?" 

You roll your eyes and lean back on the couch. At least you do not live there, so you will not need to actively take part in the meeting. You will be there only as a bodyguard in case of a fight breaking out. 

Soon enough, Amy manages to get Eggman to sit on the couch opposite to you, Sonic and Tails, while she herself sits in the middle as the mediator. 

"Now, Sonic, do you have something you'd like to share with Eggman?" She asks. 

"Yes, how do I say this delicately? You're a horrible roommate and no one in this house likes you." 

"Let's frame your statements with 'when you do this', it makes me feel 'this'." 

"When you live here... it makes me feel... angry." Sonic struggles with the new manner of speech for a moment before devolving back to the old reliable one. "Because you're a horrible roommate and no one in this house likes you." 

Eggman is quick to burst into crocodile tears. Sonic shares a look with Tails. 

"You're right! I am the worst roommate," Eggman wails dramatically, "I've never lived with other people before!" 

"What about us?" His yellow robot asks. 

"You don't count," Eggman snaps before continuing to sob. 

Amy turns around to face the other hedgehog. "Sonic, I think someone here could go for two spoonfuls of forgiveness, washed down with a tall glass of friendship. What do you think?" 

"I could go for several spoonfuls of a chocolate banana split, washed down with a tall glass of strawberry milkshake..." you mumble dreamily. 

Amy sends a glare your way. 

"Make that an orange smoothie and I'll totally agree with you," Sonic says. 

"Wanna go grab those later?" 

"You bet. I'm gonna need mountains worth of sweets to get the taste of this dumb situation out of my mouth." 

"What's the situation taste like?" 

"Sleepless nights and feathers. Bleh." Sonic coughs out a singular feather and you gag at the display. 

"Ahem." Amy clears her throat. "As I was trying to say before you two totally ruined my clever figure of speech, someone should go and apologise to Eggman. Right now!" 

"Ugh." Sonic groans, but turns towards the man anyway. "Eggman, if we give you a second chance, will promise to shape up?" 

"You bet!" 

Amy gasps in delight at the progress. "Roommate meeting group hug!" 

Your eyes widen and you jump over the couch, rushing to the door. "Nope."

"(Name), get back here!" Amy yells. 

"Try and make me!" You leave through the open door. 

"(NAME)! JOIN THE GROUP HUG!" 

"OVER MY DEAD BODY, AMY ROSE!" 

However the rest of the day went, you will never know. You spend the rest of it in blissful ignorance of the torment two of your friends are still likely facing, hanging out with Knuckles instead. 

"Now that I think of it, I haven't heard you say much of anything about the current Eggman situation," you remark, "what do you think? Are you with me and Sticks or do you think he can change?" 

"I think there's good in everyone!" Knuckles says enthusiastically while lifting weights. "Even that old lady who always blocks the grocery lines by using pennies to pay!" 

"Now that's devious."

"I know, right?" He drops the weights on the ground, shattering a nearby rock. "And I think- wait, uh..." 

Knuckles pauses and scratches his temple. "What were we talking about again?"

"I'm starting to think all those coconuts that fell on your head gave you brain damage."

"Oh, yeah? Could someone with brain damage do this?"

Knuckles proceeds to run and bash his head into a palm tree. The tree shakes as he rubs his forehead with a whine, only to be knocked out by an avalanche of coconuts, for the fifth time that month. You stroll up to him to see his eyes swirling in his head, but he is at least still breathing normally. 

"Only someone with brain damage would even consider doing that." You poke him with your shoe while he continues to tweak on the ground. 

It does not take long for Knuckles to wake up again, he is a rather durable guy after all. Sometime later, both of you go to your respective homes to sleep, but agree to go check up on Sonic and Tails together the following day. Sticks and Amy join the two of you once you cross paths, leading to you four all visiting Tails at the same time again. 

Knuckles strolls in through the hut's open door. "You're still hanging with Eggman? How many hours of sleep did you get?" 

"Zero," Sonic mumbles. 

"It's stage two of his evil plot, man! We are minutes away from him summoning his big obliterator-bot with its obliterator legs! And it's obliterator teeth!" 

"Sticks, stop being paranoid! Eggman's lived here for two days and he hasn't hatched a single evil scheme!" Amy walks up to Sticks. 

She gets cut off by a loud malicious cackle from outside. You glance at her with an expression that says 'I told you so'. "Two days isn't enough to make someone change, Amy." 

All six of you then rush outside, two of you slower than usual. 

"What's so funny?" Tails asks. 

"Remember how I said my island fortress was destroyed by a storm? I may have... fibbed." Eggman promenades dramatically past the row of heroes. Sonic's head droops, as he is on the verge of passing out. 

"You see, I kind of faked the destruction of my fortress as an excuse to live with you and tire you-" Eggman slaps Sonic awake. 

"Tire you to the point of exhaustion!" He finishes once he has made sure everyone listened. "So you'd be too tired to stop Obliteratorbot!" 

A large red robot emerges from behind trees, approaching menacingly and taking a fighting stance. 

"I knew it, he did have an obliterator-bot!" Sticks jumps up and down in front of Knuckles, grabs Amy's shoulders and shakes her. "Why doesn't anyone ever believe me? It's not like I'm paranoid!" 

Sticks then notices her shadow on the ground. "Stop following me!" 

"Enough! Obliteratorbot, destroy Sonic and his four friends!" 

"Four?" 

"Oh, yeah! Five! Ugh, quit recruiting new members! It gets so annoying to keep track of!" 

"Four... tress? Fortress. Destroy fortress. Destroying island fortress" The large robot misunderstands the task. Eggman desperately tries to undo the command, only for it to be further affirmed. Not only that, the robot plays rock music in the background. You barely hold in a cackle watching from the sidelines, and this time not even Amy scolds you. 

"Sonic, you have to help me!" 

"Why? It's your Obliteratorbot." 

"Because if you don't I'm truly stuck living with you until I build a new island fortress." 

"Let's roll," Sonic says in the most monotone voice you have ever heard from the hedgehog. 

Eggman rushes to his eggmobile while the heroes' group gathers into Tails's plane. He takes off from the ground smoothly enough but drifts off as the plane zipped across the blue ocean. 

"Tails? You doing alright over there?" Knuckles calls called out with no answer. 

You take a glance at him as you sat the the closest to him. He goes limp suddenly and the plane curves down towards the ocean.

"No!" Amy yells. 

"We're gonna crash!" Sticks screeches. 

Biting your lip, you jump up from your seat to grab the wheel. You pull a lever up as high as it can go and manage to narrowly avoid crashing into the bottom of the ocean. The plane gets a bit too vertical and you have to mess with the controls until it finally stabilizes. Even though you sweat the whole way to Eggman's island, the plane drives to a relatively smooth stop on the front of the tower. 

"Whew. Stuck the landing," you mutter to yourself. Leaning your head back, you take a moment to take a deep breath before exiting the plane. The rest of the gang slips out of the vehicle too. 

"Gotta stop 'em... but so... tired..." Tails mutters. 

"Maybe there's a clue on the ground... the soft... soft... bed-like... ground..." Sonic drifts to lay down on the pristine white ground, only for Sticks to rapidly kick him on the back the second he got comfortable. 

"What?! What's wrong? Are we under attack?" He jumps up. He then remembered what was going on and yawned. "Oh, yeah..." 

"Eggman, you built that thing, how do we take it down?" Knuckles asks. 

"By activating two kill-switches at the same time! They're inside the lair! There! And there!" He points at the two switches. 

"Oh, come on..." Sonic whines. "Alright. Amy, Knuckles, Sticks, (Name), distract that metal monstrosity. Tails and I are on the kill-switches. Eggman, you'll have to show us how to activate 'em." 

"Wait, should we really give the most important jobs to the only two in our group about to collapse at any given momen-" you speak up, but get cut off. 

"Pre-mission group hug?" Amy asks. You recoil several feet back and forget what point you were trying to make. 

"No." Sonic refuses and dashes off to complete his mission. 

"Well, lets get to it then." You shrug and pull out two swords from their holsters. The others ready themselves as well. Knuckles raises his fists, Sticks pulls out her boomerang and Amy brings out her hammer. 

The four of you walk up to the massive red metal pile, which is quick to turn its attention to you. Obliteratorbot slices off part of the roof and jumps down from the building in front of the group. 

"I knew you were coming," Sticks growls, "but you will never obliterate Sticks! Because Sticks is unoblitr- unolib- unobliterilly-" she gives up after several tries. 

"You can't kill me," she declares. 

But none of you even get though chance to actually fight. The switches get taken care of faster than anticipated. Sonic rushes in out of nowhere and grabs a fallen piece of metal, knocking the bot's head off while yelling something incomprehensible. 

"I got my swords out for nothing," you mutter. They slide neatly back into their holsters and retreat into the small pocket dimension you pulled them from with a snap of your fingers. 

The lair explodes, triggered by the chemicals from Obliteratorbot's fuel. Eggman falls to his knees with a dramatic scream. 

"Eh, sucks for him." You shrug and walk off with a satisfied smile. 

Sonic speeds next to you with a grin and throws you a fist-bump. "Well said, snookums!" 

Your smile twitches. "I should've waited before putting my swords away." 

"Hah, you couldn't have laid a scratch on me anyway!" 

"Oh, really? Let's test that theory out then-" 

"Guys, stop fighting and let's just get out of here!" Tails shouts from his plane. 

The ride home goes smoothly and as a reward for a job well done, you all decide to treat yourselves by taking a moment to chill at the beach. All of you sit in the warm sand watching the orange sunset, chatting on and off casually, until someone interrupts the lovely moment. 

"Hey, fellas! As you know, my fortress is now a smoking ruin! So, I was wondering, maybe, if I could stay with you guys for a little while, just until its built back?" Eggman asks while settling down onto a beach chair. 

Sonic is quick to grab both the doctor and his bags, taking them right back to his lair. You decide to lay back in the sand lazily while he zooms back and forth before returning for good. 

"Do you think he's going to get lonely being there, all on his own with no home to go to?" Amy wonders out loud. 

"Oh, for sure. You should go and offer your therapy services to him, he seemed to really appreciate how caring you were," Sonic responds. 

"Great idea! I'll go and keep him company!" Amy claps her hands together before heading to the island. Either she was fully oblivious to the sarcasm or ignored it on purpose out of spite. 

Sonic stretches and happily sits down in the sand next to you. "Yo, snookums, still up for getting smoothies later?" 

He uses the dumb nickname again, but unlucky for him, you decided to join him in this stupid game. 

"Oh, of course, honey muffin." 

He sends a glare your way. 

You respond with a smirk. "But, are you sure you don't want to enjoy this newfound peace and quiet for a little longer while it lasts?" 

Sonic takes moment to think about it, then places his arms behind his head and lays down in the sand as well, enjoying the final rays of the setting sun. "Hm, well, I guess it wouldn't hurt." 

[httpiastri]

author's note: this is extremely self-indulgent and based on a boy i used to like (i've been over him for like two months already. i promise), who loves drinking. we went out together a few weeks ago (with our other friend, it wasn't a date) and oh how bad i felt for holding him back when he and i sat in the far corner of the bar alone. my mind started spinning, and i ended up with this. possibly a follow-up to this other blurb i wrote on this topic.

and with that, i just want to say happy birthday to two of my favorite people, clement and @lovelytsunoda. i hope you've had a lovely birthday so far darling! the day may be over where i am but it isn't for you (right?) and i hope it ends just how you want it.💗 (and obvs i was thinking abt you and our chats abt booksmart reader x partylover clem when writing this sooooo this is dedicated to you, my dear)

"opposites attract."

you grew up hearing the words, like an overplayed pop song on the radio, the most frequently used trope in romance movies. the nerd and the jock, the american with the brit, the dreamer and the realist; coming from two different worlds seemed like the best recipe for true love.

you never really believed in it fully, however. you couldn't understand how it would actually work in reality. wasn't it just something they say, that differences in people help even out and complement each other?

but then, you met clement, and it suddenly made sense.

you'd never before met someone so different yet so perfect for you. while he's all uptempo and impulsivity, you're serenity and thoughtfulness. when you first met him at that party one day, you'd half expected someone so free and careless to find you uninteresting. but he found himself drawn to you, unable not to fall for your unexpected wits and peacefulness. over the weeks that followed, you got to know how similar you were – but also how your differences in lifestyles affected your relationship.

to you, weekends are sanctuaries, sacred hours carved for stillness and recovery. to clement, weekends are an open invitation to laughter and neon-drenched nights. your perfect saturday consists of a good book or movie, wrapped in blankets on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate; clement's perfect saturday includes a symphony of footsteps and dj mixes, a kaleidoscope of noise and strobe lights that never seems to stop.

he's not really an alcoholic, and you're not a complete sober; he just enjoys drinking and partying in a way you likely won't ever be able to wrap your mind around. you just don't see the fun in it. how could fleeting lights and crowded rooms ever compete with nights of laughter woven into stories or the gentle comfort of a shared silence?

your friends, ever the overprotective guardians of your poor heart, had been skeptical when clement stepped into the picture. they knew how your laidback lifestyle would clash with the party animal inside of him. they said that there would be thousands of flirty strangers out there willing to lure him into going home with them instead. they explained to you that a guy like him wasn't looking for a relationship like the one you want. but you assured them that it would work.

you trusted him.

you trusted him with a certainty that felt almost reckless, as if your heart knew before your mind could even begin to argue. he had always sent you updates throughout the night; you had not once heard a single story about him crossing a line on a night out (even his female friends confirmed the fact and swore on girl code that they would tell you if anything happened); and he had always come home at the time he had promised, with a big, goofy smile on his lips and stories of his adventures.

when you first started dating him, you had tried to follow his rhythm and step into his world. however, you soon realized how you were holding him back. while you enjoyed sitting in the corner of the bar, sipping on your drink and discussing book plots, clement had a need to mingle, dance, charm. if it was possible to befriend and impress every single person in every room, clement would see it as his personal mission every night out.

it all just makes you cherish the times that he does stay home and cuddle with you, just like he treasures the times that he gets to bring you along with him out into town.

there's also a very specific upside to it all; drunk clement is adorable. you're reminded of it at this exact moment, actually. he has just stumbled into your shared apartment after an evening with james and marcus, not completely surprised to find you under the covers of the bed, some random christmas movie playing on the computer next to you. his tired eyes crinkle in the corners with his grin as he analyzes your pajamas – a pair of shorts and one of his hoodies – and he tosses his jacket toward a chair in the corner of the room before making his way over to you. he doesn't waste any time falling into your embrace, his nose tracing the soft arc of your neck, sighing contently when your nails graze against his scalp.

"mmm, missed you," he mumbles against you, beard scratching your skin whenever he moves. "so much."

you can't hold back from laughing, despite how you know he doesn't approve of you laughing at him when he's drunk. "we saw each other like five hours ago..."

"doesn't mean i can't miss you anyway." the pout is clear in his tone, and he presses a quick kiss to your jaw before removing his face from you. "did you have a good night?"

you nod, one of your hands reaching up to push his fringe back. "you and james behaved?"

"macus kept us in check."

"of course he did."

clement feels a strong urge to kiss you, and he can't deny himself the satisfaction. you stay there for a while, lips locked and hearts intertwined. when he pulls away, he flops down next to you, eyes droopy and cheeks flushed. "i want skin care," he whispers.

"i think you're too tired."

"i think you could do it for me."

"i think you always complain when i do it and you can't help out."

"i think i'm scared to admit that i just want your love and affection. and touch."

"i can touch and love you even without skincare if you want."

he stops, thoughts swirling at race car speed and yet snail pace. he shuts his eyes, sighing, nodding. "all the time?"

"every second, every day."

the answer drags out a satisfactory hum from him. "i will love you until forever." he chuckles at himself. "is that even a thing i can say?"

"you said it and it was perfect. now come here..."

and drunk clement will cuddle into your side forever, slow breaths tangling with yours and fingertips brushing against your skin. and there's no place he'd rather be – no club, no bar, no party – even if he's scared to admit it.

[sugawhaaa]

heyy girly!! saw your post and maybe thought you could do this with any member you like but maybe try like prince!member with Gardner!reader and one night the prince wants to sneak out to see the village and the reader does show the village and in the end reader takes him to this big pond that's covered in trees and you can continue the rest, smut, fluff whatever you like. Have a nice day or night! also can I be 🐝anon?..if there's someone with it that's alright!

YEONJUN X READER

🌷Red Tulip🌷

Warnings//genre:: friends to lovers, fluff, suggestive towards the end

Pairing:: prince!Yeonjun x fem!gardener!Reader

A/N:: Istg why do I feel like all my fanfic are so short these days 😭 it is what it is ig. Hope yall like it though and I hope its what you wanted 🐝

Txt masterlist:: 🌷

🎧::

Yeonjun sits by his window cill looking out into the village that he would soon rule over. He was grateful and blessed to rule such a peaceful land inhabited by such dear people, he will fight to protect them in the future. However, after spending so many days within the walls of this castle Yeonjun felt, lonesome. Like he was missing something and he could just barely reach it, it was grazing on his finger tips.

As his gaze falls from the stars and back down to the quietness of night among the village he notices movement, how rare. It was rather close to the castle as well. Perhaps it could be his dear Y/N? Yeonjun knew of this woman who lived in the village who had a radiant beauty that lured him in like a moth to a lamp. Despite Yeonjuns undeniable and uncontrollable feelings he could not show Y/N his interest for through words numerous reasons.

However now, in the dead of night, if he showed interest would anyone notice? Though it felt like a fever dream Yeonjun saw an opportunity and reached for it. He snuck out of the castle and rushed over to where Y/N lived, a little cottage surrounded by flowers and a flow of water. He went around back where Y/N spends most of her time, swinging in the love swing or gardening. To his surprise, he spotted Y/N. She gasps and turns to him.

"Prince, why are you up at this hour?" You rush over to him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"I could ask you the same thing," he smiles sincerely as he sees that sweet innocence on your face. "I couldn't sleep and as I watched the stars out my window I couldn't help but hear a little somebody out and about as well," Yeonjun's eyes are bright despite the cold darkness surrounding the two of you.

"Well I couldn't get any work done today because I was so tired. But now that it's the middle of the night I feel more energized than ever," You chuckle softly as you tend to the array of flowers resting below your peach tree. "I haven't tended to my flowers all day so I thought I should give them some attention," You explain before rising to your feet, your night dress hanging down by your ankles. "Would you like to pick some flowers with me? There are some herbs by the pond if you're interested in those," You offer and you can see Yeonjun blush softly.

"Why not?" He chuckles before following you over to the love swing where the flower baskets sit. You hand one to Yeonjun before taking one for yourself. You make your way back over to the flowers you were tending to earlier. You help Yeonjun collect up some for his room, make it a bit more colorful him, before leading him down the path to the little pond. It was hidden behind some willow trees that reach the ground so it was unknown to most of the people, including Yeonjun. "Wow what a beautiful place," He chuckles in awe as he watches the still pond reflect the moon.

"Would you like to take some herbs home with you?" You offer but he shakes his head.

"It's alright, I wouldn't want to take any flavour from your dishes," He chuckles and though he refused he still helps you collect the herbs. You set the baskets by a nearby bench before sitting down on it. Yeonjun, who had been crouched down water the frogs swim around the pond, notices your shift in demeanor. "Is everything alright dear Y/N?" He asks as he softly walks up to you before sitting beside you.

"I worry about you Yeonjun," You explain and he looks at you surprised before smiling.

"Why would you worry? I am protected well and our country has never been safer," He explains and you nod, but you don't feel comforted yet.

"I worry about us...I suppose that better describes how I feel," You look down at your hands clasped in your lap. Yeonjun turns to you, surprise written on his face. "I'm sure you feel it to. The chemistry between us when we're around each other, the race in your heart, and that look in your eyes," You look up into his eyes, that purity and curiosity gleaming throughout them. Yeonjun looks down, sighing softly, too afraid to admit the truth. "And that flower you gave me was no coincidence was it?" You comment and you see the blush travel up his neck, tinting his ears. "A red tulip, the flower used to quietly confess love. You gave that to me as a confession because you knew I would understand your confession without you having to say it right?"

"I knew you would bring that up," He sighs before turning to you.

"Of course, how could I just ignore it?" You chuckle and he takes a deep breath.

"I wanted to tell you but I wasn't sure how. I wanted to make it meaningful and since you love flowers so much I thought that was the most fitting way," Yeonjun explains shyly, still avoiding eye contact. "I...I realized I probably don't have much time left to live like this, live as freely as I do but I needed to tell you, express my love before it's too late," He explains, his eyes darting down to your slightly parted lips. "I don't mean to rush you Y/N but..." He brings a hand to the side of your face, tucking back stray hair behind your ear. His hand then rests at your cheek, gently rubbing your tender skin with his quivering thumb.

He leans in slowly, allowing you plenty of time to pull away or back down, but it's not awkwardly slow, he was simply building the tension and allowing you a moment to consider his offer. You lean in closer, bringing your hand to the back of his head, gently intertwining your fingers in his hair. Finally your lips meet, the warmth and plumpness filling your senses with a newfound relief. His lips were soft but held a certain amount of hunger, eagerness, desire. He gently pulls you closer by your hip, your bodies nearly overlapping as the kiss shifts from tender and patient to eager and hungriful.

Yeonjun then pulls back, the cold hitting your lips once again at the separation. "I'm sorry," He looks down.

"For what?" You look at him worriedly.

"I love you too much," He chuckles softly, stroking back your hair. "I can't control myself around you, I act like a fool," He laughs to himself with a shake of his head but you lift his chin to look at you.

"If you're a fool I must be a complete moron," You laugh softly before kissing him, this time with more hunger and desperation. Your hands start roaming over each others bodies, his hand tangled in your hair and pulling you close, your hands tugging at the back of his neck, drawing him closer as your other hand rests at his chest. "So does this mean I have a boyfriend now?" You giggle between kisses, your breaths coming in short.

"If I can have a girlfriend," He chuckles as he begins to lean back, pulling you on top of him. The position the two of you were in looked rather misleading but perhaps that was the path this was taking. "You're so beautiful Y/N, you look like an angel," He comments as the moon lingers behind you, cascading your body in a faint glow. He strokes your cheek softly before kissing you one last time.

Part 2???

[pendwelling]

okay i really need spoiler for this

When will jess stop shiping Ogmc and ml?

And will ml tell him about his though? It's just bothering me for a while now im at ch140 and nothing seems like improving between mc and ml

(Not cris making fun of cedie its so funny but now i can't take it anymore😭)

I'm not sure if this is the answer you're looking for, because to answer it would mean to first and foremost analyze the character of Jung Yeseo haha. TWSB, unexpectedly, is so much more if you look past the veneer of silliness and comedy, and it intentionally does that at the beginning of the story to lure you into a false kinda sense of security, but also because of how Yeseo, as a character, influences the narrative voice and atmosphere of the story.

I'd like to first of all point out that a large part of why Jung Yeseo is so fixated on Christelle and Cédric's relationship stems primarily because of his sister and the original novel. Subconsciously, as well as very consciously yet deeply buried within him in a sort of self-preservation tactic, Yeseo is very aware of the fact that his life has been transported into a novel. While he doesn't display it in every chapter, he is also HEAVILY plagued with homesickness and a yearning to return back to his siblings. In his mind, the universe being a Rofan means that the World naturally revolves around Christelle and Cédric, and thus they're blossoming "romance". The story cannot be completed if they do not get together—and them getting together is also important, because above all else, this is JUNG EUNSEO's favourite story, and a part of Yeseo knows this very well, and his sister's beloved story isn't exactly something that he should meddle with. The characters' happiness is in a way tied to his sister's happiness (and there's kinda a lot to be said about this but anyhow I'll move on—)

In the initial parts of the story, Yeseo still has to fully come to terms either the fact that he's not /just/ in a novel, anymore. It is his current reality. But at the same time, it is blazingly obvious to him that there are also subtle outside forces that keep bringing him and the other protagonists together, so he resigns himself to the pull of "fate" and the "narrative", justifying it as such bc, well, he's in a novel.

Gradually, however, Yeseo DOES, in fact, get to know these "characters" better, and thus, sees them as their own people, separate from the fictional archetypes that he's only heard a bit about from his sister—whose words are rule, since they were literally the only point of reference for Yeseo who has never read a single word of QPB. As Yeseo grows closer with both Cédric and Christelle, he grows to learn more about them, and their personalities, and their traumas, worries, dreams, ambitions.....

"Cédric Riester" and "Christelle de Sarnez" no longer remain as "characters" to him, but real-life people whom he loves, cares, and worries about. Through all their struggles, trials, an adventures, they grow an indescribable bond that brings them closer than ever. Yeseo cares about them, worries about their future, and above all else, wishes for their HAPPINESS. The happiness is a big thing here, because Yeseo, also, is distantly aware of the constantly overhanging fruit that is:

HE DOES NOT BELONG THERE.

No matter how close he becomes with the people of QPB, there is nothing that could ever change the fact that at the end of the day, his ultimate goal has always been "return home to my family". Even when he loves his friends dearly, he will always and forever want to be with his siblings, and a big part of the story is Jung Yeseo coming to terms with his love for his siblings is both his driving force AS WELL AS the very thing holding him back.

In a way, you can interpret Yeseo constantly hoping for Christelle and Cédric to get together as his way of reassuring himself that, when he leaves them, they would at the very least have each other to rely on. Throughout the story, Yeseo expresses several times concern over Cédric and his future, hoping whenever he can that when Cédric ascends as Emperor of Riester (presumably, once Yeseo leaves to go back to his family), Cédric would have an entourage of people who genuinely care for and support him, even if Yeseo is not there. He does this with looking at the people around them and wondering how they might fit into Cédric's support net. Élisabeth as his bestfriend and future head of the Imperial Guard; Johann as a Cardinal Holy Knight and his teacher. Jibril Diop as a combat mage and a surprising fit for a future Prime Minister, etc etc. And naturally, Christelle as his Political Companion, and hopefully, just a close partner in general, whether it be romantic or not at all. Christelle and Cédric are most often his targets of "shipping" because they are just, plain and simple, his closest companions in that world who he worries about the absolute most, and who just so happened to have been a couple in another world. To Yeseo, that's enough of a reassurance that they will support each other, be there for each other, open up and be their rock and hill—even long after he is gone.

Of course, thankfully, this dilemma of "belonging and not belonging" and choosing one family over the other gets resolved masterfully by the author, so in the end, these worries of Yeseo are finalized in a way that makes you feel content with the outcome of everything. Both he and the readers no longer worry about leaving anyone behind. They managed to fight against the forces of the narrative and stay together. In the end, that's all that matters—Yeseo reunited with his siblings. Yeseo, Cédric, and Christelle get to stay together. It doesn't truly matter in what way, only that it was POSSIBLE, and that they fought tooth and nail for it to BE possible.

So yeah, haha, Yeseo will continue having these small delusions of them getting together (defence and coping mechanisms disguised as recurring gags), but he does come to realize that his friends are MORE than just their original character settings. But it doesn't stop him from hoping that they all genuinely find happiness—and he also realizes, eventually, that both Cédric and Christelle's happiness involves him, too.

Please do not worry. The character and relationship development in TWSB is truly masterfully written. I understand that it might appear slow to some readers, but in the end, when you reach that final chapter of the main story and look back at where it all started, you truly realize just how far all of these characters have come and how they've changed. TWSB is the kind of story that you cannot just take at face value, even if it initially presents itself as a simple, comedic, feel-good healing novel. It's so much more than that, and the first 100 chapters are really only dipping your toes into what it has to offer. Things start picking up when it gets to the real core of the story, but it must first go through the foreshadowing foundations disguised as silly inconspicuous things.

But anyhow, I hope this made sense haha... Jung Yeseo's shipping gag is truthfully more than just a gag when you analyze it closely in according to his goals and anxieties. I hope this was able to soothe some of your worries in any way!

[dahliamalfoy97]

THRONE- Douma au, Douma x reader x a little bit of Akaza

Synopsis: the reader is a devoted follower of the demon Prince Douma and is helplessly in love with him and simply just wants to please him. Eventually Akaza joins in on the fun.

Warning: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, very kinky and very hardcore smut so please proceed with caution. Dacryphilia, masochist kink, exhibitionist kink, Praise kink, Degrading kink, choking, slapping, spitting, blowjobs, oral sex, penetration, double penetration, anal sex, murder, all sorts of dirty things so again please proceed with caution. And please enjoy!

You made your way to the throne room, with the prince's favorite dinner. You were a servant of Prince Douma, the current heir to the Demon Kingdom.

He had kidnapped you from your family and had forced you to serve him however he pleased. But to be honest your family had been horrible and had been close to selling you a sex slave in order to make a living. But before they could do that. Prince Douma had invaded your home, slaughtered your family and took you in as his own personal servant. But unlike your family, all you had to do for him was serve him food, run errands and sometimes kill people for him. He never touched you in anyway. And provided you with the finest clothes. All made of silk. And despite him being your captor, you couldn't help but be grateful to him. He had saved you.

He had a reputation for being evil, killing for fun. A true devil. But you never saw him as that. Actually you kind of got off on his sadistic side. Something about his dark side drew you to him. You found yourself often dreaming about him at night. Wanting to serve him in other ways.

You'd do anything for him.

Right now you wore a red silk kimono. His favorite color. There were slits for both legs to slide through. Your breasts peaked through the neckline, and a sash barely kept you clothed. You wanted to take your service to the next level. Your long hair was done up in a messy bun so your neck was exposed.

His eyes immediately focused on you, the minute you entered. Those rainbow eyes scanned you up and down shamelessly, as he sat in his usual casual position. Legs spread out, laid back, and his elbow perched on the armrest. While his face rested in the palm of his hand. His silver hair fell in waves to his waist. He was dressed in a red sweater , a white kimono and red silky pants. He was beautiful in a deadly way. Like a snake luring you into his trap. But you weren't afraid. Nothing would stop the unhealthy rapid way your heart pounded in your chest.

"Hello little lamb," he greets in that musical lilt of his.

"Hello, my Lord ," you bowed your head as you nearer the steps to his throne.

"You are dressed quite lovely today," he notes, "red is my favorite color and I love it even more now seeing it on you."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"But I didn't summon you, so what brings you here?"

You bite your lip, "I want to serve you better, my lord."

You glance up to see his eyes widen with curiosity, "but you are already my best servant."

You can't help but blush, "I think you're being modest."

He tilts his head, rainbow irises turning into crescents, "I mean you do everything I tell you without hesitation or complaint- despite what I did to your family."

"My family deserved their face," you said protest, "you saved me, honestly."

At this he laughs, "ever so gracious too, and brave. Most humans would fear me, especially with my appetite for blood and other things. But you? You look at me like I hung the moon and stars in the sky, and I can't help but find you adorable. So as in a thanks to being my most loyal servant, I will reward you, tell me do you want new dresses? Money?"

You shake your head, taking a bold step up the steps that lead up to his throne, he watches with newfound interest and amusement. But something else flashed in those vibrant eyes.

Once you get to the top, you kneel down in between his legs, "no, my lord dresses and money will never compare to giving you great pleasure if you let me."

He reaches forward gripping your chin, with a thoughtful expression, heat coursed through your veins at the mere touch. All it took was one simple touch and you knew you were a mess down below. You ached for him in places that no man had gone before. "Just know if you do this, you're forever bound to me. Which means your soul, your pussy, everything, belongs to me. For all eternity."

You nod, "I know that's all I want. All I've ever wanted was to be yours."

"That's awfully, bold but you've never been a meek one, i know you crave my darkness," he says, his normally tenor voice just slightly lower, his hand caresses you cheek softly, tracing down to your exposed neck, a predatory grin surfaces that shoots straight to your throbbing core. You bite your lip.

"Please my lord," you plead softly, "I'd do anything for you."

"Anything? Hmm?"

You nod.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Absolutely."

He chuckles, "would you die for me?"

"Of course."

"And would you sell your soul, possibly become a demon in order to be with me?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Well?" He pushes, his hand trailing back up to your chin, his thumb brushing along the bottom of your lip.

"Fuck yes," you hiss.

He laughs, pleased, "good, than you may proceed, little lamb. Please me and I might reward you."

You nod eagerly, you trail your hand up his thigh, continuing until you reach your destination. You palm him through the silky fabric. To your surprise he's already hard underneath your touch. Massive too. You glance up at him wide eyes in shock.

"Yes, little lamb, that's what you do to me every day, you're not the only one that wants this, especially when you're wearing my favorite color. Making me want you even more."

With this new found encouragement, you hastily undo his buckle. Tugging his pants down, you grip his hard length and pull it out. Gripping it with your small hands. His mere size was alone to make your mouth water. Long, thick and veiny. You stroke him, feeling him, mesmerized by the hot heavy feeling.

"Like what you see?" He chuckles, those bright orbs teasing.

“Absolutely,” you murmur, “you’re massive.”

Slowly, you bend your head down and take his head in his mouth. He hitches a breath when run the seam of your lips long his crown. Up and down in a teasing manner. His hands lace with your hair to pull it out of your face. But they remain there in tight grip. You feel him pulsing in your hand as you slowly lick down the side of his shaft and back up again before going up to suck the tip in lightly, causing his precum to leak out to which you immediately flick your tongue over to taste. Letting his salty cum coat your tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises. You continue this light teasing of grazing his shaft with your lips and going back to suck on his tip, soft moans falling out of his lips as he stares at you. His usual rainbow irises have darkened with lust. You continue to gather precum and saliva to slide it up and down his cock. Gripping the base of his cock you bring in the tip even further into your mouth. Slacking your jaw so you can take him in further. His thick girth stretching your lips wide, as continuing to suck his crown and sucking the underside of his cock. Glancing up, he was turning into a moaning mess. You stroke him as you continue to play with him, sucking and licking along his length. Letting your teeth graze his hot veins lightly, causing him to groan.

“Who knew that the little lamb would be such a fucking tease.”

You look at him wide with innocent eyes but there’s a small smirk. Focusing back on his cock, you force yourself to take it in deeper. Choking slightly at the stretch. You pull off only to take him in some more, finally when it seems like he’s in all the way, to where he hits the back of your throat, you begins bobbing your head up and down. Gagging each you go all the way down. Your nose hitting his pubic bone. His moans going higher and becoming more loud encourage you to go faster.

“Fuck, that’s a good little lamb,” his cracks slightly. “Your mouth is made for my cock. It takes it so well.”

His words of praise shoot straight to your core. You reach between your skirt. To which you have no panties underneath which catches his attention. Watching as you start to play with yourself.

“Does your pretty little cunt need some attention too, little lamb?”

You only can hum in response.

“Do you want me to fuck your needy pussy?”

Again you can only hum for your mouth is stuffed full, he tsks in disapproval. Without warning he roughly yanks your head off his cock, chuckling as a string of saliva connected to your lips and his cock. Before his gaze darkens.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

You whimper as he degrades you in that musical lilt of his. He grips your chin roughly. Before forcefully pushing your mouth back on his cock, pushing your head all the way down, causing you to gag. Tears stream down at the sudden brutality but it only turned you on even more to see the true sinister look in his eyes. To see that usual smiling face shift into something dark and cunning.

“What can’t answer because your mouth is too full of my cock?” He mocks. Yanking your head up and then forcing it down again. Seeming to get pure satisfaction of you struggling to take his cock each time. “What a pathetic slut.”

He begins thrusting up into your mouth. The back of his hitting the back of your throat harshly. Not letting you adjust at all, he laughs when you gag and cry, not letting up on his brutal assault on your mouth.

He grips your throat squeezing slightly with his long hands, causing you to choke at the sudden lack of air.

“It’s so fûcking entertaining seeing you choke on my cock, your tears also turn me on so much.” He smirks. “ you cry so pretty for me.”

You’re dripping now, you could feel your arousal pooling on the ground at his rough manhandling.

“Are dripping down there?” He taunts, “I can smell your arousal. Tell me, do you like me being rough with you and using you like the dirty whore you are ?”

“Mhfffm”

He chokes you again, “I can’t hear slut, you’re mouth is full. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

You whimper at his words, loving how he taunted you.

Soon he’s shooting down your mouth, tugging you off of him. Forcing your mouth open, “fûcking swallow everything.”

You immediately obey making sure to swallow every drop and morsel of his cum. Then opening your mouth wide to show him.

He smirks, “good girl. Now get up and strip for me.“

You shakily stand up, and begin stripping. Slowly. Teasing him even further. Smirking at the way his eyes darken again. Noticing he was still fully dressed aroused you even more. Soon you are completely bare before him.

“No panties and no bra,” he muses, resting his chin in his hands taking you in lazily but that darkness lingered in those rainbow depths. “What a slut for practically strutting around my castle naked, begging to be fucked.”

“I only did this for you, my Lord,” you reply softly.

His grin widens, “of course you did. Because you’re not just a slut. You’re my slut.”

He stands up, sheds out of his own clothes and stalks to you like a predator assessing his prey. He’s beautifully pale. Every inch of him seems to be perfectly molded, from his well muscled chest, to his thin waist and thick thighs and long hard cock, that stood angrily and taut against his stomach. Your mouth waters at how beautiful he is. His hand caresses your your cheek, running along your neck and down your tits. He runs a finger over the hardened nubs. Pinching between his finger and thumb.

“So fucking gorgeous,” suddenly he’s behind you. Pressing your backside against his naked front. Pushing his hard cock against your ass. You moan feeling it poke and taunt you. He presses you against him. Biting you ear, smirking when you writhe against him, crying out. His hands run down your front caressing your tits, teasing them as he kneeds them before continuing a path down to your aching cunt.

“P-please my Lord,” you plead breathlessly.

“Please what ?” He taunts. “What do you want slut?”

“Please fuck me,” you whimper, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm let me think about it,” he hums, “I think I want to tease you more. I love feeling trapped against me. Writhing like a helpless little lamb, waiting so desperately to be devoured. It makes me feel so good and so powerful.”

“Please,” you beg.

“But I’m not done playing with you yet,” with out warning he begins teasing your clit with his fingers. Rubbing it, causing you to buck and squirm against him. “So helplessly wet,” he chuckles darkly. “I bet I don’t even need to prep you. I can slide my cock into you with ease because you’re so wet and willing for me.”

To taunt you even more, he slides his cock in between your thighs. Running it back and forth along your aching seams. But not enough to go in. It was pure torture the way he teased your pussy. You were aching for him and he knew it, yet he continued to torture you with his cock.

“Please,” you sob on the verge of losing whatever insanity you had left. This man was driving you crazy. Crazy with need and desire. “Just fuck me already.”

Chuckling he ignores your plea, abruptly inserting a long finger into your walls. You instantly cry at the sudden intrusion. But with your wetness, your cunt sucked him in easily.

“See? You don’t need to be prepped. You’re all ready for me to fuck.”

You have no chance to breath or speak as he suddenly slides into you all in one go. Not giving your tight walls any chance to adjust before he immediately starts to drill into you. Instantly, you become a sobbing mess as he slams into you with such brutal, animalistic speed. Nothing human in the way he moves. Harsh and unforgiving. Relentless hard thrusts.

“Ohmygodohmygod,” you sob, reaching out to hold into something. But there was nothing but him to hold you up. He had full security and control of your body.

“You are so fûcking tight for me,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little plaything for me to fuck and destroy. I’m going to fuck pussy every day. Going to fuck it dumb so all it can think about is me and how I make it feel.”

“Please,” you mumble, “please use me as your plaything. Please my lord, fuck me dumb,”

He chuckles darkly, “of course you want me to fuck you stupid, because you’re nothing but a desperate little slut. My slut to fuck.”

He continues ramming into you without mercy, he wraps his hand around your throat again squeezing.

“Repeat after me,” he demands. “Say you’re my slut to fuck.”

But all you can manage is garbled words as he cuts off your airway. Which is he wants so he can mock and torture you some more.

He lets go of your throat, slapping your face, “fûcking answer me bitch. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“Y-you’re my slut to fuck,” you repeat, drunk and out of your mind.

He cackles before choking you again, “wrong words, sweetheart. Try that again. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“I’m your slut to fuck!” You scream out.

“There you go, there’s a good slut, my slut,” he slows his pace slightly, torturing you with slow strokes going deeper and deeper. As if he’s searching for something, you immediately moan and he smirks, knowing he’s found it. “You take my cock so well. I can feel you clenching around me, so I know you’re close, sweetheart.”

All you can do is nod.

“Beg for me to let you cum,” he orders, choking you again.

“Please,” you plead once more. “Let me cum.”

With a smirk, he quickens his pace, before bringing his mouth to the corner of your neck. Fangs graze your skin, before sinking in. You scream out the delicious pain of his bite and his hard thrusts of pleasure send you into a crashing wave of pleasure. You feel him releasing into you, hot and heavy. Filling your hole with every inch of his cum.

With a flash he detaches his mouth. He picks up and throws you onto his throne, he positions you so you’re sitting facing him. He yanks at your legs pushing them up so they’re perched on the armrests and you’re stretched and exposed for him to see. He’s quickly sinking to his knees, pulling you forward so you’re sitting on the edge. He runs a finger along your swollen wet clit.

“What a delicious sight, all ready for me to eat.” Instantly, he’s on you. Lapping and sucking in your clit, devouring you like a starving man. “So fûcking delicious,” he growls, against your clit his rainbow irises fix on you, never letting up as he eats you out. You cry out and arch your back at the overwhelming pleasure for you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Douma,” you choke in between moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls. “As a demon, I can never go to heaven, but fuck, you are my heaven. My little dirty Angel. You taste so fucking divine and your pretty little noises are my salvation. I am never letting you go and I will never stop devouring this pussy. I can’t get enough.”

And you get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him feasting on you with such fervor, you can’t help but grind on his face. Wanting as much friction. Desperate for that release again. It’s when he inserts two fingers that you completely lose it, once again being overstimulated by his tongue and his fingers curling within you, stretching you out again- you don’t notice the doors to the throne room opening, footsteps sound, causing you both to freeze and look at the intruder.

“Who dares to interrupt my meal?” Douma demands in annoyance. But you push his face down to continue. Not wanting him to stop. His rainbow irises flicker with pride and obeys your command, he resumes his feast on your cunt.

You watch in amusement as the stranger continues to walk in. It was one of his followers. But there was so many of them, that you couldn’t remember his name but that didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the follower stammers, “but we have an emergency.”

“And what is this emergency?” You press, in a mocking manner. Grinding your hips shamelessly on Douma’s mouth. You could feel your high building with each thrust of his tongue and fingers.

“Prince Akaza is here,” the idiot keeps his gaze averted and looking on the ground.

“Tell him he can wait,” you speak. “We’re are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Who are you to give orders? Human?” The follower hisses. “Just because you’re warming the Prince’s bed doesn’t mean you can give orders.”

Douma stills and turns to glare at the man, “that is your Queen you’re disrespecting, if she tells you we are busy and that royal asshole can wait then I suggest you fucking listen and show some fucking respect!”

“But but-“

“Fuck off,” you snap, pissed that you’re orgasm was being delayed by some idiot.

“But-“

You pick up the dagger that’s sitting on the table next to the throne and hurl it at the follower. It imbeds itself in his throat causing him to choke and for blood to fill up. He claws at his throat in weak attempts to get it out but ends up ripping it out and falling to the floor in heap. Lifeless.

“Sorry he was getting on my nerves,” you look down at Douma who’s staring at you with intent, suddenly feeling shy at what you had done.

He grips your chin and pulls you into a kiss, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. You had every right to kill that fucker, he was disrespecting you. And interrupting our time together and you handled it perfectly.”

Your eyes widen, “really?”

“Yes. You’re fûcking sexy being all cold and demanding. Being ruthless and unforgiving. You’re everything I need as my Queen.”

“Then I’m not sorry for killing him.”

“How did it feel?” He questions softly, going to sink fingers in your cunt again, causing you to arch and writhe against his fingers.

“So fûcking good,” you moan.

He grins, “Atta girl!”

That’s all it takes for you to come undone around his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him from lapping up your cum from your cunt. Sucking all of your juices with a satisfying hum.

Suddenly, he’s manhandling you once more. Picking you up and sitting down with you on his lap, “go ahead and ride me, Sweetheart.”

You nod happily, as you hook your legs around his waist, straddling him. You take a hold of his still hard cock and line it up with your slit, teasing him lightly. Before sinking down onto him in one go. You sit for a moment, reveling in the way he stretches you out in this new position. You could feel every vein and inch of his skin against yours. You swirl your hips a little wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you out.

“God,” you moan in a shaky breath.

“That’s right, I am your god,” he cooes, tauntingly. “Now take your god’s cock and worship it with that deliciously tight cunt of yours. “

You smirk as you begin riding him, going jo and down his shaft, taking him in deeper with each bounce. You’re smirk falling into moan as you continue to fuck yourself on him. You lean forward connecting your lips with his, capturing them in a hungry, needy kiss. To encouraged with his own. Your tongues dance in violent battle both of you fighting for dominance but he immediately win. Smirking when you whine in defeat, but also loving how easily he took control of you. You wanted him to have full control. You wanted to give him all your love.

“You feel so amazing squeezing around my cock and you look stunning as you fall apart riding me, I love it,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love it too,” you whine softly, your movements slowing down as you can feel yourself tiring and shaking around him, “I love you, Douma.”

He laughs and starts fucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly, to help brace you.

“Of course you do, I love you too.”

The doors the throne room open again but neither of you stop. Not wanting to be interrupted again.

“Don’t stop,” Douma growls, choking you again as he repeatedly slams into you from below. Let him watch how good I own this pussy.”

You moan and choke in response.

“Of course this is why you’re ignoring me,”’a deep annoyed voice calls out. This one more bold and cocky than the other intruder. “Ignoring your Princely duties to fuck a whore. How typical of you Douma.”

“That’s right she is my whore and not yours, Akaza,” Douma taunts, you, yourself can’t help but smirk. Glancing a smug grin over your shoulder at the other demon Prince. Something like disgust and slight arousal flickers in those yellow eyes of his.

“Well I can’t blame you,” Akaza says indifferently. But his eyes are dark with lust. “She’s fûcking stunning.”

“That’s because this whore, is My Queen, and she’ll be ruling by my side from now on.”

“I see,” Akaza murmurs. “Well I’ll come back to talk you again when you’re finished.”

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Douma mocks. “You sure to be enjoying the show. She’ll probably happily take another cock. Isn’t that right, my little lamb?”

The purple haired demon prince is behind you in a flash, palming his hard tent through his pants. He was hot too, with pale skin and blue markings running down his face and exposed torso.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, taking your chin and forcing you to look af him as Douma lazily continues to pound into you below.

You nod, “yes. Yes please.”

He smirks, “well since you beg so nicely.”

You watch with half kids as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lifts his fingers to your mouth.

“Suck,” he orders.

You oblige, taking his fingers into your mouth sucking on them and coating them with your saliva. He shoves them in deep, causing you to choke and your eyes do water. He removes them only to pry your mouth open again and spits in your mouth. You immediately swallow. He grins darkly.

“Isn’t she a perfect little slut?” Douma cooes, bucking his hips into you a little more brutal this time. Causing you to scream, your voice hoarse.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Akaza growls, he begins stroking his cock with your saliva coating his hands. He reaches in between where your cunt and Douma’s cock meet. Gathering the cum that is forming around and using it to brush along your asshole, feeling it eagerly flutter at his touch. Then he slowly begins pushing a finger in.

“Oh fuck,” you both hiss together.

“You’re so fucking warm and tight, Princess,” Akaza growls, “I can’t wait to stretch this pretty pink hole out and make it bleed.”

You whimper at his lewd words only turning you on even more. Plus Douma was still fucking your pussy relentlessly. He enters another finger, and then a third your hole scissoring and stretching you out even more.

“You want that hmm?” Akaza smirks, “you want me to make this tight little hole bleed?”

“Yes, please,” you sob.

He laughs, “so pathetic”.

Douma brings you in for a kiss just as Akaza line his tip at your hole, before slamming into you at full force. You immediately fall apart as your stuffed completely. Douma in your pussy and Akaza in your ass. Both destroying your insides without any of mercy.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, “I’m so full-feels so fucking good.”

“Such a greedy little cock slut, begging to be stuffed with two cocks? What mine isn’t enough? You need his too?” Douma laughs cruelly, “what a fucking greedy little bitch.”

You whine in protests.

“That’s right, scream for us,” Akaza growls, “scream so everyone can hear what a little cock whore you are.”

Soon enough, the overwhelming pleasure of being filled with two cocks and two demons manhandling you with such brutality, the pleasure becomes too much and you’re coming around them.

“That’s right, make a mess,” Douma laughs. “Cum all over us.”

Soon Douma is shooting his own load into you, you both watch in satisfaction as it fills you up. After a few more grunts and thrusts. Akaza follows soon after, not wasting a single second emptying his seed into your asshole. When demons are satisfied with you being filled to the brim with their cum, they pull out. You immediately feel yourself clenching at sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again but your body was too tired to go again. Even though you knew you’d let them fuck you unconscious if you could.

“Thanks for joining us, Akaza,” you murmur tiredly.

“Looks like I’ll have to visit you two more often,” Akaza grunts, as he tucks himself back in his pants.

“You’re welcome anytime,” Douma says.

Shortly, Akaza leaves, Douma presses a soft kiss on your forehead before scooping you up.

“You did so well for me, my little lamb, now let’s get you cleaned up.”

[venusloveslobotomies]

Wsg wsg, I was hoping for a Professor Chaos x reader x Mysterion, or a Vic Chaos x reader x (p.c.) Kenny

Either works as long as you’re comfortable, and if you’re not that’s totally okay!

Tyty xo

Professor Chaos x femReader x Mysterion

⚠️NSFW WARNING⚠️ please be aware! i cannot control who interacts with my posts so use your best judgement and proceed at your own risk. people have been jumping into the SP fandom complaining about age and friendly reminder that ALL of my works are aged up to 18-20s.

You hadn’t been in South Park all that long. You moved for some peace and quiet away from the big city, however South Park may have just been the worst choice.

Regardless, you were still enjoying your time, attending your classes and working part time. You’d made a few friends so far, however you’d had no luck in the dating scene. Most of the boys your age were too loud or too conservative or just plain not your type. Turns out, it wouldn’t be too much longer until you’d get your fill of love.

Finishing work, you’d gotten changed at home before heading out to the gas station for snacks and drinks. It was your usual routine, which considering it was about 11pm, probably wasn’t the smartest idea. Who knew who was watching you every night?

You headed home, tote bag slung over your shoulder. You went down the main street before turning down a side street. It was still well-lit, however the alleys criss-crossing your path that ran behind businesses were didn’t have such good visibility. Hence why you didn’t quite see the figure on the corner until you passed it.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You tensed and tried to decide whether to stop or keep moving. This falter gave him time to catch up and walk alongside you, “Pretty gal like you shouldn’t be out so late. What’re ya doin’ runnin around in the dark?” When you met his eyes, you noticed the distinct eye of your classmate Leopold. Clouded grey with a deep scar running over the center. However, your usually shy, reserved classmate was dressed… strangely. His face was partly covered in a silver crown… or helm? Was that the word? And a thick aqua jacket and slacks.

“Just… uhhh. Getting my groceries.” You stuttered slightly, not used to the domineering personality he seemed to have now.

“Well now, that’s not the best idea. Isn’t it a bit too late to be makin a grocery run?”

“I guess so, but I work too late to be going earlier.” You’d finally stopped under a streetlamp to speak more politely. You hadn’t really noticed how tall he was before, nor the lean muscles that showed through his clothes. It was definitely making you blush despite the alarm bells ringing in your head.

As he began to speak again, he was interrupted by another figure that lithely landed between the both of you, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Good evening, Chaos. Luring pretty girls astray again?” The cloaked man spoke in a low husky voice that you couldn’t quite place.

“Get outta my face.” Butters growled, stepping forward to confront the new person. This could be your opportunity to escape, but the intrigue kept you rooted in place.

“Do you need an escort home? I’m Mysterion.” He turned to you and offered a charming grin and an arm, “You don’t want to be hanging around a villain like Professor Chaos.”

Your mouth opened slightly, unsure how to cope with two very gorgeous men arguing over you.

“Mysterion, let’s speak in private a moment? Now?” Professor Chaos spoke through gritted teeth.

“Just a moment, princess.” Mysterion shot you a wink before following Butters a few feet away. You didn’t catch much but ‘share’, ‘be fair’ and your name. They stood for a moment in silence, seeming to reach an agreement about… something.

You weren’t exactly sure how you’d been sweet talked into following them, under the impression of some sort of date happening. This was possibly the strangest thing that had ever happened to you but you were missing the hijinks of living in a busy city. And maybe you were kind of attracted to both of them and the loneliness of being a new place had weakened your resolve.

As with everywhere in South Park, it wasn’t too far a walk, however before you could know where you were going, they stopped abruptly.

“So, sweetheart. I gotta ask you a favor.” Mysterion spoke softly, tracing your arm gently, “We can’t exactly have you knowing where either of us work. So… if I can cover your eyes?” He presented a beanie with a sheepish grin. This was a one-way street to get kidnapped but again, your brain was slowly being turned to mush by the attention of these two. Your mind screamed at you to stop and run but you found yourself nodding and allowing Mysterion to pull the beanie down over your eyes. One of them picked you up and began walking. You turned two corners but that was all you could take notice of before you heard a lock click and the wind was no longer brushing your skin. Down a flight of stairs, then another, before you were set down and could see again. Surprisingly, it was a simple kitchen. Mysterion was already helping himself to coffee, asking if you wanted one. You nodded and dropped your bag. Chaos was tracing shapes on your bare arm and it made you shiver as you took the mug from Mysterion. What the hell was happening and why were you ok with it.

They asked you lots of questions about yourself, slowly moving into flirty territory as you went along. Your speech was becoming more and more stuttered as they leaned in, seemingly entranced by your hesitant answers. Mysterion got up, giving Chaos a strange, subtle signal you clearly weren’t meant to notice. He left, mentioning he was looking for something. Chaos made strong eye contact with you and you blushed, looking away, not before becoming aware of the smirk growing on his face. Before you could react he was next to you, tilting your face to meet his. Your lips dropped open slightly in shock as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle, but still strong. You melted into his touch after a few seconds and as soon as you submitted to the situation, he pulled you out of your seat and against his body, one hand still resting on your jaw and the other gripping your waist. Your hands rested on his chest and he slowly became more aggressive with his kisses, beginning to bite at your lower lip, demanding you open wider. When you did, his tongue slid in, entangling itself with yours. You tried to suppress the moan rising in your chest but as his hand slid down to squeeze your ass, it just slipped out. The sound was met with a growl from him and he tightly pressed your hips into him. His hips bucked slightly against your stomach and it sent butterflies all over your body. He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. He grinned, something mischievous glowing in his eyes. He pulled off your shirt and you tensed at the cold that hit you.

Pressing kisses from your jaw down to your chest, he ran his thumbs teasingly softly over your bra, slowing as they met your nipples. You hissed at the sensation and he licked your collarbone before biting into the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder. You cried out, eliciting another growl from your classmate.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped your hips from behind and pulled your ass to meet something hard. The other side of your neck was attacked in the same manner of licking, kissing and biting. You were getting wetter by the minute, pinned between the two most gorgeous boys you’d ever seen.

You felt your bra unclip from behind and fall to the ground. Mysterion’s hands gently gripped your breasts and teased your nipples excruciatingly gently. Chaos knelt down in front of you, kissing and licking down your abdomen as he ran his hands up and under your skirt to play with your underwear and squeeze your ass.

“Such a pretty gal. So soft and submissive for us.” He licked his lips and you whined. You felt a laugh against your neck as Mysterion seemed to get even more intense with his hands on your chest. Your whining cut off into a gasping moan as Chaos ran his thumb over your clothed clit.

“She’s so wet already. What a good girl.” He chuckled and slowly dragged his thumb from your slit to your clit over and over again. Meanwhile, Mysterion gripped your neck and pulled your head backwards to rest on his shoulder.

“Best idea you’ve had in a while, Professor Chaos. She’s a gem. Aren’t you just so pretty?” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and flattened his hand against your stomach, pulling you flush against his body. You tried your best to restrain the sounds begging to be released. It couldn’t last for long.

“No one can hear you, princess. You should really make those pretty sounds for us if you want us to keep going.” Mysterion’s husky voice really just did something to you that you couldn’t explain. You weren't going to have a choice as Chaos tore off your panties and hitched up your skirt to slide his tongue into you. A strangled, breathy moan escaped you and spurred him on and he continued to lick and suck your dripping core. Your mews and whines continued, slowly rising in volume. Mysterion tilted your face sideways to meet his eyes.

"Look at me, sweetheart." He growled lowly and used your ass to grind his erection into. This really just began to undo you and as you struggled to maintain eye contact, you could feel your climax knotting in your belly. They seemed to notice your heightened state and released you from their grips. Chaos standing up and carefully removing his clothes. As Mysterion let you go to copy him, you almost slid to the ground, not expecting the sudden lack of stimulation. You caught yourself and found yourself stepping back to lean against the table and let your eyes wander over their bodies. They both had lean muscles that were easy to see but not over the top. And they were both tall and... big. Too big for you, you worried. But you were willing to try. Mysterion kept his mask on while Chaos took his helm off. You could see Mysterion's golden blonde hair though as he approached you and pulled you into him. Your legs were jelly and your body was putty in his hands.

He kissed you roughly and rolled his hips against yours to grind his dripping cock against your stomach. You tangled your hands in his hair and pushed yourself against him as tightly as you could. A dark chuckle bubbled from his lips as he felt your wetness against him.

"Use your words, baby. Consent is key." He smirked against your lips.

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, fuck me."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned and slid his cock into you painfully slowly. He lifted your leg to rest on his waist and he began thrusting, pulling whines and cries from your mouth. As his pace picked up, his hand gripped your leg so hard you were sure there would be perfect fingerprint bruises tomorrow. The low moans that poured from him only made you wetter and closer to your climax.

He suddenly slowed down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before calling out for Chaos.

"You wanna finish her off?" He shot you a smirk as you groaned in displeasure due to the sudden stop.

"Course I do. Can't let ya have all the fun." Professor Chaos took his place, eyes roaming your body in the dirtiest way possible. He took the slick from your pussy to wet his cock. You wondered how he was coping with the evidently painful erection. "You ready, darlin'?" You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him roughly, practically begging him with that kiss. He started hard and fast, lips still locked with yours as his hips snapped against yours in a subtly unsteady rhythm. His moans were more like growls as he held the nape of your neck, watching your face contort in pleasure. He used his other hand to rub his thumb over your clit. It was hard but not too fast. Just enough pressure and speed to make the knot begin to tighten quicker than before.

"I'm close, I'm close." You breathed out, digging your fingernails into his shoulders, panting as you shook with pleasure and anticipation.

"Good girl. Cum for me." He gripped your jaw and studied your face as you cried out and allowed your climax to wash over you, "Goddamn." He choked out, feeling your pussy tighten and spasm around his cock. His thumb continued relentlessly on your clit throughout your orgasm until you finally went limp. He pulled out and lowered you gently to the floor.

"I think I have an idea." Mysterion appeared beside his comrade and offered you a sly smirk. His hand pumped over his dick, watching you attempt to catch your breath. He seemed to be enjoying your fucked out appearance almost as much as fucking you. Chaos caught on quickly but kept his pace slower. You had your own idea, however, and pushed yourself up to take Mysterion's cock in your mouth and pushed your head down until the tip of his cock pressed against the soft spot in the back of your throat. You looked up at him with the sweetest eyes you'd ever given anyone and continued to keep your cheeks hollowed and bob your head in the quickest pace you could manage.

"Fuck, princess. So pretty and willing." He bit his lip and he bucked his hips in time with your pace until he began to falter. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and you pressed yourself further until your nose brushed his pelvis. You could hear him moaning and grunting in a strangled sort of way. You felt hot ropes drip down your throat and you swallowed quickly, multiple times as the squeezing of your throat seemed to draw out every single drop. When you pulled away, you licked your lips, surprised at just how much cum had been emptied into your mouth. He knelt down quickly to kiss you and lick the saliva from your lips. Fuck, that might've been the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.

Once Mysterion had released you, you turned your gaze upon Professor Chaos, who was definitely struggling to keep it together. That was definitely the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"Your turn." You shuffled on your knees to kitten lick the tip of his cock. He groaned lowly and you happily took him in your mouth, flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick and similarly sliding him all the way to the back of your throat, taking a slower pace to recover from the abuse your throat had already endured. He gripped your hair and rolled his hips slowly, taking in the view with pleasure. You offered him the same sweet gaze and he seemed to blush. Just a bit. You picked up your pace and he matched it until you were at the fastest pace you could take and you felt him getting closer and closer. Again, you applied the same trick of pressing forward to take him to the hilt and his hips jerked, finally releasing sticky, hot ropes down your throat.

"Goddamn. Shit." He stuttered out, his voice softening to its normal tone as he held your head where it was until he finished. As soon as he pulled out, he pulled you up by your arms and roughly kissed you, tasting himself in your mouth. His tongue seemed to reach all the way down your sensitive throat and you moaned softly against him.

"That was the best thing a gal has ever done to me." He admitted as he pulled out of the kiss.

"I tried." You whispered, smiling softly. Mysterion was already there with towels and you let them clean you up. Those moments afterwards you really saw the softer parts of them as they made sure you were ok and got you water.

After you'd managed to all get dressed again, it didn't take long for a soft makeout session to start, you trying to split your attention equally between the two boys. Mysterion got an evil smile at one point and pulled Chaos in for a hot and heavy kiss. You were taken aback but definitely not complaining. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and it seemed to end all too quickly.

"We ought to take you home, doll." Chaos ran his thumb over your swollen lips and motioned with his head to Mysterion, who scooped you up. Professor Chaos picked up your bag and they began to walk out, carrying you along with them.

"Aren't you supposed to blindfold me or something." You asked.

"Now, we can't be doing that every single time." Mysterion winked and you blushed, definitely not expecting that answer.

"So, we'll be doing this again?" You asked, almost in a whisper.

"If that's what ya want, darlin'." Chaos replied. You nodded and hid your face in Mysterion's shoulder until you finally arrived home.

You offered your phone to them, indicating they should put their numbers in. Once they'd finished, you shyly kissed each of them.

"I hope I don't have to wait too long." You smiled sweetly.

"Definitely not." Mysterion elbowed Chaos and chuckled.

"But who are you, Mysterion?" He laughed a bit and lifted his mask just enough for you to see and quickly slid it back on again.

"Kenny?" You were definitely shocked. You'd never really interacted with him before and you weren't complaining that he was the secret superhero.

"See you around, sweetheart. Give us a call if you're ever in any trouble." He winked and pulled you in for a last kiss before hopping out your window.

"Well, see ya, darlin'. You ever need anyone taken care of, you know who to ask." He kissed both of your cheeks before pressing a particularly sweet one to your lips and followed Mysterion.

Definitely not what you were expecting when you moved to the small town of South Park.

i hope it was what you wanted! i was struggling a bit cause ive never really posted any smut that ive written so i really hope it was good 😭.

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[rubra-wav]

Why So Blue? Vox x Reader

[ Part 2 - Never Gonna Give It Up ]

A/N Listen man, I don't know jackshit about code or hacking, and that's probably gonna become glaringly obvious throughout this fic 💀

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, intimidation and manipulation, slight mention of blood.

<< [ Part 1 ]

A month went by since the attack on his social media and hijacking of his camera systems had taken place.

The paranoid anticipation of a second attack was deeply present to Vox, but it faded at about the 2 week mark.

Surely, whatever imperfections there were had been mended! Someone would be thrown on the chopping block if not.

All his employees were on edge and were eager not to irritate him even a little bit after last time. Even more than usual. It was excellent to the TV demon, stroking his sadistic power complex even more than it already was.

Every blow done to his ego with the Sinstagram hacking had fallen away, and he was once again power tripping on everything around him. As expected, the home surveillance systems had made him a killing, and he could see places he'd never been able to make it to now.

All of these things put him in a rare string of a genuinely good mood. Everything seemed to be working out.

On the other hand, you worked hard on your next attack that'd far solidify your threat to him, that's for damn sure.

You'd given it a few weeks before you began to really step into your next plot, wanted to lure him into a false sense of security so he'd fall harder off his high horse.

You laid on your stomach in the middle of your living room surrounded by your collection of monitors, clicking away with one hand and typing code out with the other.

The next stage of you trolling him was just gonna be meme material alongside establishing your persona to properly establish your presence in hell.

The more serious pranks up your sleeve would be showing up later down the line. For now, you were just playing games with him for entertainment.

You were barely able to leave home nowadays, opting to befriending people or talking to those you knew before becoming a recluse online.

One of these friends of yours being a certain inventor who ironically very much wanted to be positively noticed by the object of your somewhat despise.

At first, it was because you took pity upon Sir Pentious, having helped to patch him up after he (literally) exploded through the wall of your apartment, however, you came to enjoy his presence.

He was power-hungry, of course. However, he also just wasn't much of a threat at all. He wasn't charming or manipulative - god, was he an awful liar - just good with making things. Pen was a glorified, awkward, and overly goofy fanboy more than anything.

You kept trying to encourage him to work on a business of his own rather than just trying displays of power against Cherri Bomb for the sake of trying to get attention from the Vees, but he just wouldn't listen.

The sound of you receiving a notification from said inventor snapped you out of spacing out at your reflection in the monitor in front of you.

I got the codes you asked for, (Name). 🫡

*Pen included attachments*

Do be careful with these, though. I had to talk to one of my acquaintances in league with lady Velvette's people for these, and they said that it seemed like bad news to have these on you!

Just what are you planning on using them for?

You hummed as you looked at the codes sent, thinking of how you would answer exactly, your eyes wandering absentmindedly to the slightly peeling painting of tree branches on the wall you had done many years ago at this point.

Your eyes snapped back to your monitor as you typed back simply.

Thank you very much! 🧡

And let's just say... tomfoolery.

....

Should I be worried?

You snorted.

Probablyyyyyy~~~

You laughed at the barrage of texts with extremely poor spelling sent to you one after the other half jokingly fretting about you. In the beginning, it was genuine panic from him, but he'd come to know you were smart enough to not kill yourself via being a menace.

Chill out, MUM. I'll be good.

I mean, you most assuredly wouldn't be good, but he didn't need to know that.

You weren't exactly going to reveal you were the one harassing Vox to anyone, even if you were friends. Doing so would be endangering you but also them as well.

You logged the access codes you had gotten from Pentious - ones you couldn't attain normally because they were physically kept in real life - humming and kicking your legs as you cleaned the attack up to make sure there wasn't some missed quotation or something which would fuck the whole thing up.

As you worked hard, a certain someone was about to wake up to the cemented vision of the series of unfortunate events you had in store for him.

-

This time, Vox woke up in a very unconventional way unlike the prior attack.

One of his main maintenance team members booted him up before his scheduled time.

He looked at the employee with confusion, which quickly turned to anger as he realised that this asshole had intruded into his sleeping quarters, he was very confident, without permission.

The embarrassment about his sleep attire of course underlying. It was hardly the same impression as what he wished to show to the world.

He instantly went to start yelling at the obviously shit scared man in front of him, but he was stopped short as he heard familiar lyrics that didn't yet fully register for him.

"What. What the fuck is that?" He asked, Vox looked at the employee who seemed to be grappling to try and explain.

"We're.. o.. angers.. o love.. u.. ow the rules, and...o do I!"

Vox's eyebrow furrowed in disbelief, mouth parting as he fought to comprehend what was going on, straining to hear what the song was.

"A.. ull.. commitments.. -at.. m.. inking of. O.. ouldn't get this.. om any other.. uy."

Seeing as the employee was useless next to him, Vox got out of bed and quickly raced to his bedroom window, ripping the blinds apart and opening the window.

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling, gotta make you understand."

Vox looked absolutely dumbfounded out at the scene of hell before him as his still tired brain fully comprehended what he was hearing and seeing.

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you!"

Who in the fuck was rickrolling hell.

It was on every single billboard and screen that Vox could see out the window of the tall building he lived in, the image of Rick Astley singing 'Never Gonna Give You Up' with a small message Vox could barely make out at the bottom of the faraway billboard.

"S-sir, it's been playing since 6am, we haven't been able to turn it off! It's everywhere! This hacker- 'U' they call themselves, its the same person as last time it seems!" The frightened employee standing behind the hunched over and now trembling figure of Vox finally found his voice.

Vox let out a cold bark of laughter, slamming his hands against the windowsill as he jerkily moved to face the employee. "What the fuck," Vox began to approach the young man, him shrinking back from the clearly furious overlord. "Do you mean that this has been p-p-playing," Vox glitched as he gripped both hands on the techie's shoulders. "Since 6 in the fucking morning!" He yelled.

His claws dug into his shoulders hard. He was about to go fully apeshit, but the sane part of his brain won over that at the last second.

This was not one of his lowest earners, and he had far more pressing things to do then prey on the refuse lest his image be messed up any more then it already had.

He stiffly unhanded the employee, eyes admiring the way blood had started beading where his claws had dug in before taking a deep breath, composing himself and then forcing a strained smile.

"My apologies," a lie, of course. "I will deal with this accordingly myself since it seems like you and your team are un-a-able to yourselves." He spat the last part out, before striding out of his bedroom with one last 'get out.' directed at the employee shaking like a leaf in a strong breeze.

It was all over the internet and Vox knew he had no chance of dealing away with it like last time.

He could do away with a stupid Sinstagram post pretty easily. It was moreso from one source - the branches from that easily clipped and made to be forgotten about nearly completely with a carefully placed broadcast that was succinct and to the point with his hypnosis ability, and constant content moderation.

This though was a completely different story.

Even after kicking you from his system (he hoped), he found himself unable to even begin to try moderate everything as he did last time. He couldn't escape 'U' becoming a viral meme overnight.

Someone with obviously incredible hacking skills using said skills not to attack or harm Vox or anyone, but to instead Rick Roll the entirety of hell?

Vox became a victim of the meme culture him and Velvette had cultivated to keep eyes on them, and he hated it.

He was terrified, which of course manifested as red hot anger. Anger which grew even worse as something was discovered the afternoon of him finally managing to remove the video loop being broadcasted.

An account on one of the many social media applications he owned. An account he somehow couldn't touch with one single post going absolutely viral - the same as the text that was displayed across the bottom of video you had infected all of his screens with which he couldn't quite see from out of his window the prior morning.

'Never gonna give it up, never gonna let you go. Never gonna let you run away and avoid me~ - U'

If anyone wants to be added to a taglist for when I update this fic lmk - I was unsure if the people I @ last time still wanted to be (sorry)

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[awakenedsalamander]

Here’s some Chronicles of Darkness thoughts for you.

So, Vampire: The Requiem (particularly in its first edition) gets a lot of flak for being kind of a watered down Vampire: The Masquerade. Whereas the other Chronicles of Darkness games really do reimagine their concepts— I mean, compare both Changeling games some time— Requiem struggles more to differentiate itself from its older sibling.

However, its second edition makes a really cool change, in my opinion.

So one of the defending aspects of Masquerade is, well, the Masquerade. Not just the notion that the supernatural hides from the mortal and mundane— that’s standard urban fantasy/horror. No, in Masquerade, that hiding is given focus as a delicate, brutal conspiracy. Part of the identity of that game is how perilous the position of the Kindred is, and how they are just beneath mortal scrutiny they are. It’s why it’s the name of the game.

Requiem… plays it a little differently, at least in 2E. They still have the Masquerade, they even still call it that, but it works in a really interesting way. See, one of the themes of Requiem is just how inhuman vampires are— and that’s a theme in Masquerade, too, but in VTM the focus is on monstrousness by way of immortality.

To lose your Humanity stat in Masquerade, you normally have to behave with deliberately cruelty, or at least reckless negligence, toward the wellbeing of others. Your Hunger makes you a monster, because it drives you to evil. It’s good stuff, I’ve written about it before!

But in Requiem, one of the ways you can lose Humanity is through— and this is a quote— “Surviving something that would hospitalize a human.” The reason being, well, humans can’t do that, not normally. But a vampire? Well, it can be hit by a truck, beaten and stabbed, hell, even shot in the head, and can walk it all off, with a bit of luck. Requiem takes the stance that, cool as that might be, it isn’t *human* in any sense. A lot of the ways you can lose Humanity in Requiem really do revolve around being inhuman in the most literal sense, in addition to being inhumane.

So what does that have to do with the Masquerade?

Well, here’s the thing about monsters: People are scared of them.

We love them too, sure. They’re enthralling, they’re fascinating, they’re impressive. That’s how the vampire lures you in. But when it wants you to go away? That’s what fear is for.

The Masquerade in Requiem is not a network of elders conspiring to silence mortal media institutions. It doesn’t need to be. All it has to be is the hesitance to knock on the apartment door of that sketchy neighbor during daylight hours, the impulse to rush home rather than linger when walking by that alley, the refusal to speak about what could be seen out of the bus window last night, if you looked closely enough.

To quote the book:

This is not about vampires needing to quake and hide, but about the fear humans have of what is hidden from them — just past the truth of Santa Claus and all the horrible adult revelations — the fear that if they shake even the most mundane structure, crawling things will fall out.

(V:TR 2E, p. 60, emphasis mine.)

And well, as much as I love the labyrinthine plots and schemes of VTM, something about VTR’s notion of what hiding from mortals really is sticks with me.

I’ve never really felt like some shadowy vampire puppet master is pulling strings to keep me from finding out about him, you know?But that there might be something horrible down there in the dark, that sends me racing up the stairs, even though I should know better… That I’ve felt.

[sherlynbrennan13]

I know I've had my Tumblr abandoned for a while, but I'm back !!! Miss me?

Anyway, I want to show you these designs I made for an AU Appleradio (which I won't write because ✨creative block✨) but in short it's as follows:

Lucifer is a widower, Charlie is going to University and he feels lonely so he resumes what was his passion when he was younger, this is the study of the paranormal (ghosts, UFOs, cryptids) and although before he only wrote about it in a blog, now he decides to open a Youtube channel, which is very successful from the beginning.

One day, a follower from Louisiana calls him to tell him that he has captured a beast that has been stalking the swamps for decades, everyone took them as a legend and the only proof of their existence were some footprints and also several deaths of hikers or people who went into the swamps and only their bodies were found. However, this man was seriously dedicated to catch the creature and finally succeeded, so he offers to sell it to Lucifer and he undertakes a journey to see it before accepting any deal.

The creature in question turns out to be something similar to a Wendigo, and upon verifying that it is alive and genuine, Lucifer buys it and somehow takes it to his home, where he installs it in a cage in the basement. Driven by curiosity, he becomes obsessed with investigating it, learning more about it and at a certain point he even begins to get attached to it, because contrary to what people say, the creature is quite peaceful with him, does not try to attack him and even seems to have some attachment to him.

From the moment he gets the creature, Lucifer begins to have very strange dreams, related to each other as memories. In all of them, he is a cop in 1920 who finds himself chasing a dangerous criminal known as the New Orleans Monster. At the same time, he strikes up a friendship with a radio announcer, who takes an interest in "helping" him solve the case, although Lucifer always feels that the man is hiding something from him. As time goes by and they live together, certain feelings beyond friendship begin to develop between them.

Then one day, Lucifer discovers a ritual that supposedly helps humans who have been transformed into creatures like the one he has, to return to their human state. He decides to try it and it actually works, the next morning when he wakes up, he finds a boy in the creature's cage, the strange thing is that he is not only identical to the man in his dreams, but he speaks to him with the same name he had in that "alternate history" and tells him things that only Lucifer could know because they happened in his dreams.

Then, thanks to conversations between them and research, it is known that Lucifer is a reincarnation of that policeman from 1920, almost identical physically so Alastor recognizes him immediately, and his strange dreams were just the small human part of Alastor that still remained in the creature, transmitting his memories to try to establish a bond and save him.

By the end of the story of the two in 1920, Lucifer was beginning to make the connection between the killer and that announcer, but at the same time he was so drawn to him that he was in denial. Alastor dates him at a carnival costume party, with intentions of confessing his feelings to him, he also planned to get away from the criminal life for a while to be with him, however, the night before the party he decides to commit his last murder and lures a victim into the swamp, however this turns out to be a trap and he ends up being killed by a group of hunters who had been trying for months to get rid of the Monster of New Orleans, who had previously killed one of his hunting companions. In that life, the case remains unsolved, Lucifer later meets a woman and marries her, but he never stops wondering what happened to Alastor.

But... To clarify, in the beginning Alastor was just a murderer, the habit of eating his victims started due to a spirit that inhabited the swamp, which began to appear to him in dreams first, and once Alastor tasted human flesh for the first time, the spirit began to possess him making him have periods of violence where he could not remember what had happened, it causes him nightmares and hallucinations and for some reason, the only way to dampen those symptoms is to continue consuming human flesh. When Alastor is about to die from the wounds caused by the gunshots and the hunters' hounds, the spirit manifests itself to him, now physically, and offers to save him if Alastor lets it take full control of his body and mind, then it will heal his wounds, It will keep him alive somehow, although what it does not tell him is that he will not be aware of anything that happens from that moment on while he is under the spirit's control, so when Lucifer releases him with the ritual, it was as if time had not passed for Alastor, and he genuinely thought that he was still in the 1920s, that somehow he was free of his persecutors and that the next day he had a date with the man he loved.

In the present life, Alastor goes to live with Lucifer since he has no money of his own and his papers are no longer valid. Lucifer tries to teach him about technology and life in this age, as well as help him overcome the fact that the world as he knew it and the people he loved in his time no longer exist. Eventually, feelings between them resurface... I haven't thought too much about that last part, though.