#evil reader

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

YOUR HIGHNESS I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU. 💍 not much of request, more of a suggestion if you ever feel like writing it, what about a necromancer yandere? or a mortician?!! OOOOUGHH im so obsessed with necromancers and everything related to them, and there's só many options!!! trying to realive darling reader? put me in! necromancer went to get body parts but when they were doing research they fell in love with one of the people they were getting body parts from, now they want to realive them! DELICIOUS!! killing unwilling reader and bringing them back as a form of punishment! IM ON! i give you full creative control thy humble lord, thank you for the food

(and of course, feel free to deny, YOU are the artist, you are what matters ❤)

Yeah, I can do this

Yandere!Necromancer x GN!Reader

CW: Mentions of death and corpses, both human and animal

The most powerful bastard to have ever lived.

The unspeakable horror known as Letum the Terrible, a powerful sorcerer that seemed to draw magic from the universe without any limitations; a bottomless pool of stamina who could wipe out armies with a snap of their fingers.

Or, as Nephin knew them, (Reader).

He still remembered the first time he met (Reader), when they were a young teenager and he was just a child. What the pitiful town's people called power hungry and malicious, Nephin understood to be ambitious and determined. Even at the age of five, the small boy could see how the people never broke (Reader's) spirit; how every time they publicly beat them out of fear, or accused them openly of evil and conspiring with dark forces, (Reader's) resolve strengthened.

Unlike wizards, who had to learn the ancient arts and memorize countless spells, or mages who had to use magickally imbued artifacts and books written by magick users of the past, the terrifying teenager was a sorcerer, who's power was instinct and perfected by trial and error experimentation.

Nephin craved the user's attention.

He studied so diligently, begging the universe to give him access to the energy of the universe or to grant him his own supply of natural mana.

The rest of the town was so focused on being afraid of (Reader), that no one but Nephin noticed their one and only flaw. (Reader) could not heal themselves.

Less than a month before the human known as (Reader) would seemingly fall off the face of the earth, they had changed the course of the little love sick child's life forever, after an encounter hidden deep in the woods.

Nephin cradled a bleeding rabbit, focusing on a simple healing spell, chanting it over and over again while rocking on his little heels, screaming in his heart for the universe to awaken his healing power. But the rabbit continued to bleed out over his shirt.

"Hel, oh breathing earth, this broken body. Hel, oh breathing earth, this broken body. Hel-"

The small little black rabbit went limp in Nephin's arms, releasing her last breath. Tears tumbled down out of frustration.

"No. No. No!" He whined, gripping the body against his chest harder. "Wake up! Wake up!"

A warm green light bubbled up from the earth like liquid, rising into the air around Nephin and the rabbit. It was working. "Wake up! Wake up!"

The rabbit stirred to life, moving within his grasp, without breathing.

Joy filled Nephin, believing himself to have finally achieved the power to heal, when he realized that the wound on the bunny never closed, and blood was still dripping from the gash.

He didn't have much time to wonder what was happening, as (Reader) emerged from the bushes, wide eyed at the sight before them.

"I.. didn't heal him right.." Nephin sadly stated, holding out the rabbit to his unrequited love.

(Reader) reached out for the beast, ignoring it's screams. After a brief inspection, (Reader) got on their knees to stand at eye level with Nephin. "What is your name, child?"

".. Nephin."

"Nephin, dear young magick user, you were born for power, but not to heal."

"-but-"

"This rabbit is dead." (Reader) angled the violently wriggling head towards Nephin so the child could see the green hue in the bunny's clouding eyes. "What you have accomplished, was quite impressive for one without training. You are a necromancer."

Nephin felt his tiny heart shatter. The tears that had begun to dry restarted, falling freely down his round, baby cheeks. "But I wanted to - to heal!"

"Look at me." (Reader) snapped their fingers, startling Nephin into choking back his sob. "With the advancements in non magickal science, even regular men can make healing medicines. With time, the doctors and the apothecaries will surely render healers useless. However, you can do what no healer has ever achieved. You can raise the dead."

(Reader) hoped that they successfully encouraged the kid, handing him back his first successful minion.

Their words would haunt him for the rest of his life.

After (Reader) disappeared, Nephin ran away from home, traveling across the continent to find necromancers to study under. They gladly accepted him as one of their own, filling him with praise over his natural talent. And as the years went by, Nephin grew in power tangentially with (Reader). He had no proof that the nearly inhuman Letum was (Reader), but with the descriptions of their abilities he had little doubt in his mind as to who they were.

Without an ability to heal themselves, (Reader) slowly became less and less of the person they once were. Stories told of the terrifyingly powerful being spread around the world, as the strongest warriors of all classes and species left to challenge them and were destroyed so thoroughly that there was not body to send back to their families. The only times (Reader) was injured was due to their hubris, which allowed their opponents to gain the upper hand. The fighters would be reduced to ash with a snap of their fingers afterwords, but (Reader) never missed the opportunity to allow their opponents to show off their pitiful abilities against them.

Scars covered so much of (Reader's) skin, that their original skin tone was difficult to determine. With a bald head and lack of a nose or upper lip, the intimidating menace was easily mistaken for a monster.

No one but Nephin remembered (Reader), but everyone knew of Letum the Terrible.

And as time went on, Nephin's love for his first crush never faded, counting down the days until he reached adulthood and could track down (Reader). He knew, logically, that (Reader) would not remember him, but whether or not they allowed him to follow them around like their loyal dog, or killed him without a second thought, was enough for him; just to be in their presence once more would be an honor.

On Nephin's twentieth birthday, when he was awarded the highest rank amongst his adoptive village and became not only an adult, but a necromancer more powerful than any other in history, he set out to find (Reader), ready to track them down by following their crimes like a trail of rose petals.

Instead, Nephin found a nation of people celebrating the death of Letum.

And it was as though his entire existence had been a waste.

Letum the Terrible was preserved with magick to be researched my magickal scientists.

Their body would not deteriorate, nor rot, as scholars from around the world freely came to poke and prod and slice open their body in an attempt to understand what gave Letum such immense power.

In the hall of intellectuals, Nephin stood transfixed before the viewing table, admiring what little remained of the neighbor he once knew. Their chest and abdomen were hollowed out, every organ except the brain removed and placed in jars to be examined. Everyone who got a chance to see the most powerful evil to have ever lived felt comfortable enough in the corpse's presence to mock (Reader).

"They died from something so mundane.."

"An allergy? Even children can heal themselves.."

"Perhaps they were bored with life.."

"Perhaps they weren't so strong after all.."

'Enough with this slander.' Except for (Reader's) body, each and every cadaver, no matter how incomplete they were, woke, and turned on the humans. The atmosphere quickly changed from cheeky to tragic, everyone scrambling in a mass panic as the dead began to tear apart the living. In the chaos Nephin stole away (Reader's) body, carrying them like a bride on their wedding day.

It took years to find every piece he needed.

Nephin searched the world for pieces to fix his precious neighbor, his first and only love. The two were now the same age as each other, as a corpse can not grow old.

Although Nephin found (Reader) just as beautiful with their scars as he did when they were children, the world knew of Letum, but only he knew of (Reader). So he hunted down pieces of the old (Reader) throughout the lands. Someone's similar shaped nose, a hide matching their skin tone and texture, scalping someone with (Reader's) hair. Bit by bit, throughout the years, with the help of a warlock under contract to resurrect her wife, Nephin sew (Reader) back together.

(Reader) woke up.

Head splitting in pain, they forced themselves to sit up, despite the voice of a stranger commanding them to take it slow. Everything was fuzzy, and they couldn't recall what had happened to cause such a stiffness and agony. The last thing they remembered was being bitten by a spider, and falling ill nearly instantly, collapsing alone in the woods.

They raised their arm to inspect their bite, but found an unfamiliar arm. Patches of skin stitched together. Their other arm was similarly foreign, and as their eyes learned to focus again, they learned that the same was true for the rest of their naked body.

"I wanted to clothe you, however I was worried the texture would be uncomfortable on your new skin." The stranger with white hair and tired eyes shyly spoke, disturbingly pale skin blushing red.

"I am in no mood for jokes." (Reader) attempted to proclaim loudly, however, their voice was nothing but a dry whisper.

"You may not remember me, but I remember you. I am the one who brought you back. And.." The red deepened as his smile trembled. "I am your master now."

"Ha! Cheeky. Regret your words, and I, Letum the Terrible, shall let you live."

"You are no longer Letum the Terrible." He bent down, caressing their left hand and placing a soft kiss on a their ring finger before pulling out a small box. "You are (Reader), my beloved spouse."

"That's it." (Reader) raised their hand, no longer amused. "This conversation is over."

And snapped their fingers.

.. but nothing happened.

Confused, they looked at their hand.

"I told you." Nephin said sweetly, admiring the green swirl of magick in (Reader's) eyes. "I am your master now."

#sorry for taking so long #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere necromancer #necromancer #gn reader #cw blood #cw obsession #cw death #evil reader

[darkprince1110]

The fire lord drops to the floor dead

Zuko stands in shock

Y/n stands behind the fallen fire lord, wiping the blood off their sword 

 Zuko : what have you done?

Y/n: this is on you y/n poins at Zuko  

Y/n: you just had to be the goody goody and confess the truth

Zuko: you knew Azula lied about the avatar you were there the truth was going to come out, especially when the avatar showed his face again it was no avoiding it

Y/n No, what do you think this is? you should be glad I just killed the man who burned off half your face

Zuko: i’m not exactly sad, but this wasn’t the way I can’t believe you committed treason out of fear of getting in trouble

Y/n says the man who hired an assassin to finish what we started

Y/n: that’s right, I know everything I’ve been watching you ever since we got back from Amber Island I knew it was only a matter of time before you did something rash but it’s OK. We all win  here Your honor has been avenged. Azula will be fire Lord, in the war will soon be over after Susan’s comment

Zuko: that’s where you’re wrong I’m the heir to the throne and I’ll use that power to end the war you will of accomplished nothing except push your self  even further into a whole. How do you think my sister will feel when she finds out 

Y/n: she won’t find out, and why would she? I have been loyal. you have motive shamed and humiliated in front of the entire nation by this man even the most ignorant citizen would suspect you.

.Zuko: so that’s how it’s gonna be. You’re going to use me as an escape goat. You’re insane. 

Y/n: say what you want about me at least I do what is necessary for the one i love. you were a traitor the minute you walk through those doors I merely just did your dirty work for you.

Zuko: I’ll tell her what you did

Y/n: you have more important things to worry about 

Y/n tried to attack Zuko, but the day of black sun was coming to an end Zuko used his fire, bending to hold them off  Zuko managed to escape in one of the air ships. His plan was to find the Avatar hopefully join up with him to end this war. But would they except him can Ang stop the new fire lord? 

Y/n comforted azula. She was sad, but she fueled it into anger. She was determined to capture Zuko and make him pay her coronation would begin after a Ozeis funeral. 

Y/n would become second in command. The first stage of their plan worked now loose ends were needed to be dealt with. At the end of the line.Y/n and Azula would dominate the earth 

#atla #azula x reader #avatar the last airbender #azula #azula fic #avatar #atla x reader #azula imagine #fire lord zuko #zuko #prince zuko #zuko imagine #yandere x y/n #evil reader

[sword-is-bored]

A Fathers Love

Link X Reader

Prequel to “A Change in Jobs”

Skyward sword!

A slash of Link’s sword to (Y/n), the were unable to dodge. Within a moment they were knocked to the ground, bleeding and gasping. Ghirahim sat upon the statue, calmly staring down at (Y/n). “Pathetic.” He whispered, snapping and beginning to speak to Link. (Y/n) leaned their head against the metal statue, cooling themself off as their father spoke. They pressed their hand to their wound across their chest. Their legs already cut up from Link’s expert sword fighting. Just a few more moments and their father would take them to heal them. Their breath was labored, the blood wasn’t stopping and the pain kept going deeper. (Y/n) looked up and met eyes with their father. The red and yellow eyes stared, disappointment and disgust painted his face.

He snapped. And vanished. The statue above them began to move.

(Y/n)’s breath hitched in their throat, realizing what had happened. “Father?” They whispered, looking around wildly. “Father?!” They needed to move, they realized. Their body cried in agony as they forced themselves up and away from the monster. Link’s face had turned from determination to horror as they crawled to the wall. (Y/n) turned to watch the battle, their vision turning fuzzy. They felt two hands wrap around their torso and drag them to the wall. “I’ll be right back. Stay there.” So cold. So far away.

This wasn’t their father. Their father may have been a part of the demon tribe, but that didn’t mean he was… evil. He was kind. He was… he was father. He had saved (Y/n) from their fall through the clouds and raised them as his own. He loved (Y/n) like his child, didn’t he? Or at least… that’s what they thought. Throughout the years he’d apologize for his behavior. “I don’t know what’s happening (Y/n), but if I ever lose myself I’m sorry. I will always love you my dear.” The words rang clear in their mind. Was Ghirahim slowly losing himself? Had he been? Was (Y/n) too blinded by unconditional love for their father to realize? It was no use now. Father had left them to die. That was the shattering truth. The only person who cared to save them was their enemy.

(Y/n) gasped awake, Link kneeling above them. He had an unreadable expression as a fairy danced over their head. It fluttered away, their wounds feeling almost nonexistent. The one within their heart felt fresh and deep. Link stood, walking away from them. (Y/n) sat up, trying to gain their bearings enough to go home. As soon as the sky child left the room, Father appeared. “You’re alive.” He remarked. “So I am.” (Y/n) bit back. “I’m sorry. I forgot you.” Ghirahim replied coldly. Almost no emotion behind the words.

Then… (Y/n) watched as Link was beat by their father. Over and over, projectiles flying at him. Their fathers sword flying up to finish off the boy, and (Y/n) threw themselves in front of the blade. Their body moved before their brain could process what was happening. Link saved their life, it was only fair for (Y/n) to repay such a favor. “Father no!” They screamed, and Ghirahim stopped. His red eyes flashed to blue, and they saw (Y/n). Those eyes saw (Y/n) for the first time in years. “Sweetheart?” He whispered, lowering the blade. “What’s happening?” Link stumbled behind the two, collapsing on the ground with a groan. (Y/n) turned, crouching down to help the boy. They heard as Ghirahim groaned, sword clattering to the ground. The groan sounded split between two voices. (Y/n) looked up at their father, a blue eye and a red eye glaring at them. “Honey, if you know what’s good for you,” his voice dropped an octave. “You’d better run.” (Y/n)’s eyes widened, and they grabbed Link. Ghirahim’s hand raised in the air and snapped. (Y/n) and Link vanished in a flash of diamonds.

“There, I repaid you.” (Y/n) gasped, recognizing the bright green forest they appeared in.

#the legend of zelda #link legend of zelda #link is a softie and i stand by that #x reader #link x reader #link x you #Ghirahim #loz skyward sword #legend of zelda skyward sword #evil reader #enemies to lovers

[evilspiritsgoneloose]

Deal with the Devil Pt.2

(Evil!Reader)

Requested by @sano-lost-connection <3

______ !Warning! Swear words, a maniac, pain, grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)

Characters Mentioned Tommyinnit, Dream, Tubbo, Fundy, Qackity, Ranboo

Summary Can Tubbo save his friend from the Devil?

Word count 1626 ______ Masterlist | Part 1

Tubbo was currently in a meeting with Fundy and Quackity. Ranboo was just about to enter the Meeting when a Panting Dream rushed inside. He started his sentence with “Tommy… He’s in danger” Tubbo got alarmed “What do you mean with he’s gone” In the same second he got out the compass that always pointed towards him. It was now spinning wildly in circles. His fave was painted in fear. Tubbo noticed how shocked and out of breath Dream was. It must be very dangerous when even Dream was so alarmed. The president looked over to his accomplices. “Get the axes sharpened and the torches on, we have someone to burn” 

Y/N was standing on the stove cooking another meal for Tommy. They were cooking the potatoes but in their own way. Sure some salt and pepper were added but also, a few drops of a weakness potion and stuffed with shredded rotten flesh. While cooking Y/N smiled and hummed a beautiful tune. “What an irony” Y/N laughed “I know what you did” They look over to their opened windows and saw no one other than Dream himself. “Oh do you…” He began “Never underestimate a friendship between Kids” Dream had a nasty smirk on his lips, but so did Y/N “I never did” 

At this exact moment, Tubbo and his folk came into the vision. They all had their axes and lit-up torches in hand. Dream moves away and walks back over to Tubbo. Y/N walked outside still standing near their cabin. “You murdered Tommy” Tubbo accused them. 

“I did not, who told you that… Dream?” Tubbo nodded with self-confidence and anger in his eyes. Anger against Y/N. 

“You know Dream is a chronicle liar. He manipulates everyone he touches but now you believe him?” 

Y/N could see in Tubbos eyes that he was thinking things over. Dream tried to intervene of course “Tubbo, Even when Tommy is not dead he surely is soon because of them. They kidnapped Tommy” 

A laugh escapes from Y/N “I thought you were smarter. Yes, I have Tommy, but It’s all Dream's fault. You see…He came to me to hide from Dream. He wanted to injure him and make his life miserable. All I did was protect him from this green maniac” Tubbo was torn apart. who does he believe? He knew Y/N was up to no good but Tommy hiding here was also reasonable for him. He then took a look at the compass, It was still going crazy. “Then tell me Y/N… this compass should always point to Tommy, but now it is broken, Why?” 

Y/N cursed in their thoughts… Of course, they had a compass. Tubbo noticed their hesitation. “Tommy is alive… you have to believe me. He is just in a secret vault so no one could track him down” Tubbo squinted his eyes together. It sure sounded plausible. Though something still smells fishy or burnt?

Smoke came out of the Cabin. Y/N turns around and remembered that the food was still on the stove. Just seconds later the cabin began to emit flames. Tubbo saw red. The fact was Tommy was inside this cabin. He sprinted towards the burning house but got held back by Quackity. He shouted at him.

Y/N on the other hand first was sad about their house but they sighed. “You can rebuild it, no worries Y/N, no worries” They talked to themself. It looked surreal to everyone how Y/N walked towards the flames. The flames were cracking loudly, some even sounded like screams. “Enough” Y/N shouted at the flames. First, the flame continued it's doing but then died down as if water had touched them. 

The homeowner forcefully opened the door and destroyed it. Some flames were still there but it didn’t bother them. They kicked the button on the floor so the secret door would open. Tubbo watched them disappear. It took minutes until they came back dragging Tommy behind them, not caring that he got hit by some objects. Tubbo’s eyes grew wide. Tommy was still unconscious. Y/N tossed the boy to their own feet. With a snap, their hand catches on fire, and the other picked up Tommy by this collar. Tommy now woke up slowly. The first thing he saw was his best friend. “Tubbo” he called him with a weak voice. He then also saw the fire beside him and began to scream and looked up. He saw Y/N’s face, filled with rage, and confidence. 

“You want him back?” Y/N asked loudly “Then suffer” A trident appeared In their fiery hand and they thrust the end of it into the floor. A huge crack appeared from it and netherrack replaced the green dirt. The trees around them turned into pillars of basalt and the netherrack caught on fire. It was like a gateway to hell opened just underneath their feed. The cabin fell down into ashes and out of the secret stairway crawled out many Piglins and brutes. The Pigmobs immediately attacked Y/N’s opponents. The others were surprised and wanted to run away. “No running away now” Tubbo shouted. He was still desperate to get back his best friend. “No matter what... We will fight” Tubbo doubted he could defeat Y/N but he would not go without a fight. 

“How beautiful, I would lie if I told you I don’t want such a friendship,” they said. While the others fought the Piglins, Tubbo stormed over to Y/N “But the Devil has no friends” Tubbo finished Y/N’s sentence. 

“I still have Tommy” They stated. “He likes me… Don’t you” Y/N looked over to Tommy who struggled to get out of their grip but was too weak to do so. “I never liked you one bit” He countered. “Ouch, That’s not nice” 

“Give him back” Tubbo shouted at the evil. “You can have him” The brunette stopped in his tracks and was confused “What?”

“You can have him” 

“Then why all this?” 

“There comes the hook” Y/N cleared their throat “What do you offer me? I clearly don’t do anything for free” Tubbo was even more confused. “What.. would you want from me then” He was curious. Without hesitation, Y/N answered directly “Dream wanted to make a deal with me ages ago, but it never was completed. Let me shake his hand and I give you Tommy back. It is as easy as it sounds” 

Tubbo was very much confused. He didn’t thought about it further and just accepted “Yeah okay sure. I think I can handle this. I already know how I do it” 

Y/N smiled brightly. “Tubbo no don’t do it” Tommy called out “Don’t trust them” But Tubbo chooses to ignore him. He would do anything to get back his best friend into the safe lands of New L’manberg. Tubbo called over Dream who just killed a Piglin brute. “What do you want” He shouted but still came over. As Dream was close enough for Tubbo he began to talk “Y/N wants us to shake hands. As a sign of peace between us. If we do I get Tommy” Dream also didn’t think a second about it and held his hand out. But Instead of Tubbo shaking his hand Y/N reached out to it and as soon as Dream felt the burning hand in his, he realized what just happened. 

All these acts of helping Tommy were just mere tools to get Tubbo to help them. He got tricked so badly. 

Y/N never underestimated the friendship between them and now it was his downfall. He thought he had everything under control but he wasn’t. It made him frustrated. Their plan was successful. 

Y/N began to laugh like a maniac and let go of Tommy, who hushed over to Tubbo.  Dream wanted to get rid of their hand but was failing in every way. The fire began to burn his skin. The fear in his eyes grew bigger and bigger. Y/n then gazed into his own eyes. Dream could see the fire in them. The pain made him drop to his knees. 

“Now who’s in charge now” Hands still connected and eyes still locked onto each other. Y/N looked down and Dream up. “You shouldn’t have stolen things from me. Now kneel before me for the rest of your life” 

The piglings stopped fighting and walked further down into the forest. Even the netherrack followed them and turned everything it touches into a dull landscape, with the fire burning down the whole forest. It created a perfect pathway in the direction of the Greater Dream SMP. The Folk of New’ Lmanberg got alarmed and followed the piglings. Only Tommy and Tubbo stayed behind. They watched Dream scream in pain until Y/N dropped the hand. 

Tubbo was curious to find out what kind of deal they made. Y/n walked past them down the nether pathway, but stopped as Tubbo asked “What was the deal?” They looked down at the two kids “Dream wanted power and I gave it to him. In return, he had to give up his greatest, his land. I hope for a good relationship between us. Neighbor” They winked at them and left. 

Both of them didn’t return anything and just watched Y/N walk down to their new home. What did they do? They glanced over to dream who was still kneeling on the ground. His hand was burned heavily. He could never hold a weapon without feeling an immense amount of pain. It’s all his doing. Everyone said… Never make a deal with the Devil.

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#evil reader #dsmp villains #villain reader #dreamsmp #dsmp fic #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x gender neutral reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp x you #gn reader #mcyt fandom #x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader

[runner-owen]

Hit on a possible reader x Owen idea but it is, well, strong and dark. Probably will put it under the mature filter and have a tag so people can avoid it. Hit the read more to see it.

"The Scarred Man lays deep and dreamless in his healing coma. You, his dearest friend among the vampire clans, have taken on his mantle of High Priest and Chief Conqueror until he wakes. But it is not serving the gods or reclaiming control over the human strays that excites you. It's finishing what the Scarred Man started. He obsessed over a human feral, a private detective called Owen Rosedown, but he could not crush the feral's spirit. Taming ferals, however, is your expertise. And you are going to give Owen one single choice - be domesticated, or die."

Probably will have significant adult content so minors beware!

If you're interested, leave a like on this post and I'll add you to a tag list when/if I write it. If you'd like something different however, let me know in an ask. I'm all ears

#runner owen series #vampire fiction #dark fantasy #vampire reader #reader pov #male reader #villain reader #evil reader #dark fiction #ask to tag

[roselilies]

There is no stronger force than that of a girl’s desperation to write about her male hyperfixation.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #fanfic #pls help #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #stefan salvatore #stefan salavatore x reader #the vampire diaries #the originals #criminal minds #resident evil #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #formula 1 #formula one #girlblogging #girlblogger

[theyrejustfictional]

Leon’s hands;

he has such pretty hands

#leon kennedy #resident evil #ada wong #albert wesker #chris redfield #claire redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy edit #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy hands

[hqkalon]

just bc he doesn’t care // nsfw +17

it didn’t matter how many times you’ve pressed your thighs together, he’d just spread them back apart. “it’s t’much!” that sentence alone was like music to his ears, hearing how he was the one making you plea in such vulnerability. “ya sure? ‘cause down here says otherwise.” he teased, stroking every spot imaginable.

your body squirmed underneath his large frame, “look how good you’re taking me princess.” his eyes trailed down where his dick disappeared in and out of your swollen pussy with his thick fingers wrapped around your thin throat, adding slight pressure. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your pussy squeezed tightly around him. "awn gonna cum for daddy?" he groaned into your ear with such a condescending tone, though his words struck straight down your core— feeling that bubble of pleasure wanting to burst. "y-yes yes!" you cried as his stroke got deeper, "then cum." his stern tone pierced right through your core.

"nghh please!" you begged as he fucked you through your orgasm, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. painting an opaque coat around his dick as the palm of your hands pressed against his abdomen. "we're not done yet, angel." his free hand grabbed onto your wrist as he deviously grinned, pounding harder into your cunt as you babbled incoherent nonsense underneath him.

matsun, osamu, toji, aizawa, gojo and carlos

#haikyuu smut #jjk smut #mha smut #resident evil smut #matsukawa x reader #osamu x reader #toji x reader #aizawa x reader #gojo x reader #carlos x reader #matsukawa x black reader #osamu x black reader #toji x black reader #aizawa x black reader #gojo x black reader #carlos x black reader #matsukawa smut #osamu smut #toji smut #aizawa smut #gojo smut #carlos oliveria smut #jjk drabbles #scripts .📃

[icefrozendeadlyqueen]

Collision - Prologue │ Viking Show

A/N: I try to keep they/them throughout. 

Warning: Death. Violence.

Word count: 2354

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X's POV

Snow crunches under our feet. Silence filled the empty words neither spoke like a none visible lullaby scream that couldn't be heard. 

Wind between us surrounded each of our steps without a mere word; I had assured (y/n) we would come out unscathed.

It was a promise, and I never fucked up promises. They are the only thing I have left in this none sequential world.

I assured (y/n) that I had to be helpful wherever I could scrub in my senses, unbiased by them or others, and secure despite my most reckless behavior. 

I had promised to assist them with any queries or concerns they made have through this journey; however, (y/n) ain't here in this little situation we found ourselves. X glances back at the pixie-like girl behind her holding a precious key between her injured hands; this is it finally, at one point our future becomes a determined bloodied mess, "Jade, I am sorry", I mumbled far beyond understanding. We are both fucked. Biblically so.

An alarm blasts in the background as x opens her eyes a ring hovers over herself. She blinks her eyes firmly no wind nor the sense of freedom everyone concerning the wind refers to. 

They wished to be birds in mere desperation to escape their destiny. The fate that had been written before them, x calls bullshit.

Nobody came around holding a gun to her temples assuring her to pick a side, nobody did. She chooses this side herself without another choice. People can't count on her for shit to provide a defeating and death-driven ending.

Despite the obvious whom she is inside and outside this futuristic hell hole. She knows down inside her. She isn't an anti-hero let alone a hero. 

She does not want anyone's safety or privacy is not her top priority all she cares about is surviving. This path she walks alone herself; this path will be the one to give her all the choices she so wishes. She is, after all, x.

One word that means nothing.

One letter that means everything.

In math, people seem to look for her. She hates math with a passion. In biology, fauna and flora seem to avoid her like the plague she is. A plague the existential crisis she preaches. She is what others don't understand. That is.

x walks the short 3 steps to her water bottle stopping her ownself monologue. She needs her head in the game before this collision ends them sooner. Last night, she was awoken to do a mission. In whispers with codes (y/n) told her to do a blind mission the epidemy and death of Dr. H. He has become a slack in their final unity.

x wore a long one-shoulder shirt with written words at the front, "Death do us part, or I might", a self-made shirt she did back before she went under. She had black skinny jeans with no shoes whatsoever. She felt as free as the snow crunch below her feet.

There can't be two masterminds in our midst. Only (y/n) can be standing; She is assigned to end the motherfuckers life as bloody as it needs to be. Basically, as sadistic as x wants it to be. We are in the middle of nowhere Antarctic in some glacier the only standing ground of this dead planet.

I will do everything in my power to ensure that (y/n) desires are made to come true. Dr. H or whomever his true name is will die by her hands. x has never failed a mission before, and she isn't starting now. 

She gulps down the bottle throwing the set plastic out in the recycle bin. She stares back into the starry skies, "Nights like this recover me some. Today is the day. I am taking that meat bag down". x mumbles under her breath, she swings her fingers along the wind as ice particles escape her hands.

"Dance along the wind just like Freedom you extinguish the fire, you stop electricity in its path, you exterminate the earth we stand, you are a plague, sweetheart. You are death", (y/n) announced only to two, they crossed their arms, a stare raising one eyebrow and looking past x towards the night.

"They don't exist you know. It was hard to acquire, but we did", (y/n) starts off taking a couple steps forward. x doesn't move seating down on the snow crunching it as she goes. The snow forms an ice platform keeping her back in place.

"right.. I ain't moving until there is proof of purchase". x blurts not bothering to look back. Her brown eyes stare into the full moon shining back at her. (y/n) stares as particles of snow dance between them and past them, "Twilight Saga first edition books. They are in the storage room next to your bed. We added a midnight sun too". (y/n) stops walking altogether; their words reach their target as x lips curl into an evil grin.

(y/n) wore a full fledge winter suit covering every part of their body from the coldness that was their inhabited planet

"How roasted do you want him? How dead do you need him". x uttered the wicked words not waiting for a response. She lifted herself up by pushing ice into the cliff she now stood at. Her fingers graced the ice with a smile, "Well done", (y/n) mutters, they turn to walk inside the cold isn't exactly their favorite season. X runs past them on her way to make sure her payment has been fulfilled for her to end the dumbs Doctor's H life is everything she couldn't get before the world went to literal hell. It ended before she could buy her own copy of Twilight Saga hardcover. She had the 130 bucks for it too.

Now that she had the chance to gain her very own first edition twilight saga full series; she will not give up such a gift. All she had to do is kill Dr. H. That's all -- no biggy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ashla’s pov.

Fortified metal from right to left; ahead and behind Ashla could see. This is our storage room for things that need to be kept cold. 

This planet has a dysfunctional temperature most times is unbearably hot beyond words could explain.

Ashla leans on the wall; she glances right seeing a blue and white hammock near it standing 3 boxes on top of each other with the color title to be read list. A single golden locket sat on the hammock unharmed by the elements.

Ashla wore thick black jeans with black combat boots. A cream long sleeves polo shirt with a black winter coat that comes to her waist that has cat prints inside the hoodie area added fur.

Ashla crosses her arms holding x's payment. Each raid this past couple of months looking for an intact first edition twilight saga book. Footsteps made Ashla look ahead towards the wide-open door; frost form onto the fortified metal as a brunette hair and brown eyes girl wearing no shoes with her outfit. 

A wide smile covers her lips as she catches the books in my hand. The payment. x wore a long one-shoulder shirt with written words at the front, "Death do us part, or I might", a self-made shirt she did back before she went under. She had black skinny jeans with no shoes whatsoever.

"What happened to your shoes?". Ashla mumbles under her breath. Ice particles escape her lips in the direction of x. She stood on the doorframe.

"I never wear them. They end up breaking 90% of the time". X blurts like that's a fact everyone should know. She takes a step forward snow forming below her feet; she stops staring at Ashla, "Sorry. I should not have run here". Ashla rolls her eyes dropping the books on top of her TBR boxes.

"You are blaming it on running?". Ashla blurts pushing the hood down to cover her hair. Her blue contacts stare at her brown eyes for a mere second before moving back to the frozen meats on the shelves, "You dont want your own room?". Ashla blurts, her head turned back to X tip-toeing like a tik-tak-toe idiot.

"What are you doing?". Ashla adds not sure wanting to know the thought process for this whole situation.

"Tiptoe my way to my bed once I seat down ice will go away." x blurts out, not bothering to put facts to her words. Ashla rolls her eyes staring at x's failure to attempt to stop frost forming throughout the storage room.

One foot up slowly putting one toe down then using her hands to move herself with ice placing another toe ahead of the other one. Her brown orbs intently stare then shoot her arms up blurting a simple, "I did it!".

"Fucking retard". Ashla calls out. She stares at x shaking her head, "You made me lose 25 minutes of my life I will never get back". Ashla replies not bothering to look at the frozen meat or x.

"There is my locket". x grabs the golden locket within her grasp. She put the locket around her neck, a sentimental smile covering her lips not bothering to look up, "I wish you had woken Jade up".

"Your younger sister hates (y/n) to death. Remember last time you got scratched by a Vampire?". Ashla affirms in small notes. She shook her head trembling within, "Your sister beat the shit out of mine for a scratch".

"I would freeze the world for her". x mumbles.

"Too late. You awake makes ecosystems freeze over in existential dread". Ashla rolls her eyes adding the mere thought. X laughs out loud at the term, "We need a fire humanoid to melt away your ice". Ashla blurts.

"I have never been awake without Jade since the incident". x said.

She ponders on that thought as both girls stood silently in the freezer. She glances over to the left of a room close down with 17 locks.

"I need Jade". x pleads a single tear fell from her cheeks though it froze completely cracking onto the metal floors.

“You can get Jade after the mission is done".

"Promise?". x blurts questioning the effect and sight."I will. Promise on (y/n)'s life". Ashla proclaims. Her cheeks were down her eyebrows normal. X grins, holding the locket tightly to her chest, "I have a bad feeling without Jade here."

"Stop being superstitious like last time. You are going to be fine". Ashla blurts pointing to the wide open door. She takes a deep breath with difficulty.

"You will have Jade in your arms tomorrow morning just get rid of Dr. H. You will be able to search this world with your sister," Ashla explains the pros of this decision. She takes another short breath hating how cold the room is.

"We can raid? For as long as we want?". x asks muttering a simple, "All right", under her breath. Ashla's heartbeat rings in x ears a short beat, no lies, she could catch.

"Yes, you will be in charge of raids means Jade and you will be able to raid for as long as you desired". Ashla blurts, and a cough escapes her lips. She takes a step as her shadows warp her outside the storage room for anything that needs to be cold -- freezer for short. x kneels and sticks a letter from her pockets onto her hammock.

"It's time?". x blurts. Her lips place a kiss on the locket as she leaves a letter on her hammock name written on it 'Jade' with a star made out of snow.

"Coming". x blurts standing up back again. She runs out ignoring the ice covering the halls following after Ashla. Darkness ahead while ice behind. A laugh escaped Ashla followed by x over exaggerated howls.

"Ladie-", The doors open widely. Dr. H didnt manage to finish his words nor turn completely around as x lunches forward fingers clench into a punch. Ice covers her hands as they contact Dr. H's face sending him flying backward.

"Your time is number, Dr. H". (y/n) mutters under her breaths loud enough for the present with acute hearing to listen. It was a mere coincidence. Dr. H coughs up his eyes glaring death at (y/n).

"I should have known something was up with all of you. You have been so nice to me more than your usual distaste; however, I didnt see you waking up another humanoid to do your dirty work". Dr. H exclaims loudly pronouncing every word. He spits blood. He trembles pressing onto his temples and fixing his glasses. He extends a hand holding it out for x to stop.

"You don't have to do this. I could go. I could leave".X swings her hands back -- ice starts forming in a thin form of a spear then forward towards Dr. H as he screams, "LISTEN! PLEASE!".

Silence filled the room like gasoline to a fire. It envelops us as drips fall from the now coated in blood. X was notorious for impaling people with a spear attack.

"To be clear, I wasn't going to lose my books to let him walk out unscathed". X proclaims her hands swing in ice particles.

(y/n) stares at Dr. H's lifeless body. His lips open wide frozen in whatever they were going to say. It was a mere agreement; the guilt none existent. They knew what they did always after a new Doctor comes around is a matter of chance that (y/n) will glow their sentence.

"Thank you, Winter", turns her head seeing them walking out of the room and saying what comes into their mind.

"Names x. I stop going by Winter after my parents died". x blurts pushing her short locks back. She seats up walking out of the room, "I am waking up Jade". Ashla calls out as x follows her out of the room knowing very well a promise is a promise.

In the room was left (y/n) and Ashla's father cleaned the blood from the room.

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rotten to the touch; luke castellan

series masterlist

wc: 3.2k

pairing: pre-tlt luke castellan x f! reader

synopsis: you’re pretty sure you’re an awful person. you’re pretty sure luke castellan is too. and you’re pretty sure you want to make out with him.

warnings: reader is flawed & not the greatest, luke is ... a little dark🫣, small mention of blood, swearing, lots of making out but no explicit nsfw, a bit toxic, & no more more ‘i can fix him’ or ‘i can make him worse’ it’s ‘he can make ME worse’

notes: this is… sluttier than my usual stuff so it’s not as good but i’m trying, feedback is appreciated! also i wonder what cabin we think this reader would be in, let me know where you’d place her im curious :) maybe i’ll write more of her in the future she’s interesting!! and thank you for 100 followers i am so grateful<3 designated song for this fic is crush by ethel cain

You are a miserable, wicked, asshole of a person, and everybody knows it. Including you.

It’s unclear to you why you turned out this way—every reason to blame never satiates the fury searing your insides. All the campers hate you. The counsellors, too. Even Chiron looks down on the viciousness inside you. You are Camp Half-Blood’s black sheep; a mean, bitter person with no love for the people around you. And it’s not just for show. You know you’re rotten. You know the anger will never go away.

It’s evident in the things you think about other people—the way you pick them apart in your head, toss them aside, because they just don’t see it. This miserable, unforgiving world, with children sleeping on wooden floors because the people who created you think you disposable. Because they can just make more of you. More, more, more, until one of you comes out rotten, born of all the ugliness they have inside them. You are the worst parts of Godly blood. The wrathful parts.

Everyone hates you. Everyone hates a person with an unquenchable anger.

But everyone loves Luke Castellan.

He’s a saint at Camp Half-Blood if there ever was one. Handsome, generous, kind. Goes out of his way to help out the new kids and gives them homes in his cabin. He’s the best swordsman in camp by a mile. Shit, you’d even love Luke Castellan if you didn’t know any better.

But you do, and you don’t, and it’s complicated, okay?

Because there’s something you know about Luke Castellan that nobody else does: he’s miserable and wicked, too.

You see it in his eyes sometimes. The way they look at you at dinner, when you’re picking at your food away from anyone else at your table. Something familiar rises in them, and your stomach twists. His body tenses whenever someone mentions his father, but the smiles he flashes are so charismatic nobody notices. But you do. It’s exciting.

During sword practice, he quips back and forth with the kids and laughs whenever they take a jab at him. He’s light, easy, carefree. But you see how he holds back, the tension in his shoulder, the way the arc of his sword never fully finishes. So you wait until everybody leaves and he’s alone, with the training dummies and the setting sun. And you. Hiding.

He slashes through them and spears through their heads. You see it, the gnashing of his teeth, the sweat curling down his cheeks. There’s something there. A chasm he’s hopeless to fill.

Before you know it, you’re going out of your way to catch him training alone. It’s creepy, you know, and awful, you know, but the more you watch him the more you see a sort of violence scabbed under his skin.

Whenever you see him now, the feeling you get is entirely foreign to you. It’s almost . . . longing.

Wherever she is, you’re pretty sure Aphrodite’s having a cosmic fucking laugh. And you’re sure she’s laughing double tonight.

The Aphrodite cabin is hosting some secret party for the older counsellors. You’re definitely of age to be a counsellor, but you’ve never been made one because that would probably make half the campers drop out. Chiron and Mr. D don’t know what to do with you. You’re sure you’ll be kicked out of camp soon for good.

But you’re here anyways, for a reason you don’t want to admit, and you stay tucked in a corner as the world around you mingles. Luke is on the other side of the room, lovely as always, laughing with a few other counsellors. He brings a drink up to his lips, and you have a startling thought of what it would be like to kiss him. And you’re fucked. You’re so fucked. Because for the first time in your life you want something tangible, something real. You want to hear him and feel him and pry him apart, and a part of you wants him to actually see you, see all the awful things that might make you the same. You feel like a teenage girl with a crush, and it is infuriating.

An Aphrodite girl comes up to you with a foolish smile. “Hey, sorry, you want a drink?”

“Fuck off, you idiot,” you snarl.

You wait for her to leave. She doesn’t. “You know, you don’t have to be so mean all the time,” she says evenly. “If you’re here, you might as well enjoy it. So yes, I want to give you a drink.”

“Have you ever thought that I’m not being mean? Maybe I just am.”

You glare at her. She looks you up and down. “Sure,” she shrugs, walking away. There’s a vivid picture in your mind of her falling through a hole in the cabin floor. It doesn’t soothe you, but at least the fantasy is there.

The night drones on. You’re sick of the smells and the laughs and the heat. And you’re sick of yourself. You can’t believe, underneath all your sourness, you came here to stare at a boy you barely know, and you don’t even know why. He’s fascinating, and you resent him, and he’s also beautiful. But he’s looked back at you all of three times tonight and you’re sick of the way your skin crawls when he does.

Leaving the cabin brings the relief of the cool night air, and the singularity of your body. You are the only one who feels this rage. You are the only one who hates.

To stave off your discomfort you walk around to the back of the cabin, to the crest of the hill facing the water. The stars above twinkle at you in spite. There’s a bitterness in your throat you want to wash down with something worse (maybe you should have taken that drink), but you know it won’t matter. Nothing matters. Those stars and whatever they hide are apparently the only important things in the universe, so why should anyone care about anything?

They stars only get brighter. It’s probably their goal to piss you off. You grunt, “Oh, fuck you,” to them. It’s not enough, never nearly enough to expel the rotten part of you. “Fuck you. Fuck off!” You groan at the sky. Nothing happens. Until:

“I’m guessing you’re not having a fun night.”

You whirl around. It’s hard to see in the dark, but whatever light is left catches a long scar on a cheek. Your stomach knots.

“Yeah, me neither,” Luke Castellan says, hands in his pockets as he meanders towards you.

Even when he’s close enough, you don’t say anything. If you do, you’re afraid it’ll be something ugly. Like I kind of want to make out with you. Are you awful too? I need a lobotomy.

The thoughts almost make you laugh. Been a long time since you’ve been funny.

He nods at the sky. “Those things don’t talk. You do know that, right?” He’s still so captivating, so self-assured, even when there’s no one around but you.

“Gods, you’re the worst,” you scoff. You really mean it, so you can’t look him in the eye.

“Then why have you been staring at me all night?”

It catches you so off-guard that you whip back to face him. He has an eyebrow raised and the itch of a smile that makes you burn with shame. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He shrugs, leaning against the cabin wall. “I’m not stupid. You’ve been brooding in the corner watching me the second you came in.” He cocks his head to the side, adding, “Actually, you stare at me all the time. At meals and stuff. I really hope you don’t think you’re being subtle.”

You huff. “Okay, if we’re really being honest here, you started that! You do it too! All the time!”

His hands shot up like he was being arrested. “Hey, I never said I minded it. A guy’s . . . just gotta wonder. What’s up with you spying on me when I’m training alone, anyways?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You watch me when there’s nobody else around. I’m not blind. It’s weird. If you want tips you can just ask me. Or if you like what you’re looking at, at least be upfront about it.”

You speak before you can take in that last sentence, or the way his smile took pride in itself when he said it, or how embarrassed you should probably feel. “You didn’t answer my question about why you started staring at me first.”

The anger (shame) blinding you made you forget how close you are to him right now. Close enough to touch, but not enough to see. But almost there. Almost.

“People think you’re mean,” Luke says after a moment, his dark eyes probing you. The words curl out of his mouth slowly, like he’s choosing them all with care. “You’re rude. You never listen to anyone. You judge everything. They all think you’re awful.” Again, he looks you over. “I’m not so sure.”

“If I’m awful, then you’re awful,” you spit before he can say anything else.

He just shrugs. “Well, I guess that’s why I’m not sure.”

It’s irritating, his calmness. He has the same anger you do. How come he can just . . . shove it down? You try to unearth any fury in his eyes, but it’s too far back. Simmering. “Jesus,” you mutter, “You’re worse than me.”

He looks genuinely taken aback by this. His scar deepens when his brows wrinkle. “What?”

“You’re a pretender—that’s what you are.” It’s your turn now, to step closer, to make his skin crawl. “Look at you. Everyone loves you. You’re this perfect golden boy and you’re sweet and attentive and whatever the fuck but you know it’s one giant lie. At least I’m honest, but you just sit pretty and act like you don’t have that . . . thing that I have. Resentment. Insanity. Whatever you want to call it. We’re the same, but I’m the only one getting shit for it.”

Now, you are close enough to really see him. The patterns on the wood behind him frame the vision of his ever-shifting face. You realize that this, like most things are to Luke Castellan, is a challenge. You also can’t remember the last time you saw him lose one.

But when you play, you play to win.

“You don’t know that,” he dares.

“Oh, I do. You’re rotten, Castellan,” you sneer, index finger jabbed into his chest. You can feel his heartbeat if you concentrate. “And you’re not owning up to it, so you’re also a coward.”

However scathing you look, it isn’t enough. If anything it only makes Luke’s manner more playful. Nothing feels playful anymore. Everything, inside and outside of your mind, feels like constant, exhausting war. Maybe that’s why you don’t slap his hand off you when it wraps around your wrist, keeping it pressed to the middle of his chest. His heartbeat thrums through you.

He tilts his face towards you, grinning, “Then why do you want to kiss me?”

All right. What the fuck. It feels like you’ve been electrocuted.

“What the—what are you talking about?” You blunder, but he knows, of course he knows, because there’s something between the two of you that has been formed and understood by eye contact alone. He can probably read your mind. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you’d like to read his just as much.

He cocks his head. “I mean, you did call me pretty,” he teases, and it’s almost endearing. “You’re pretty like this too.” His other hand comes up to your face, and you’re surprised you don’t flinch when his thumb gently smooths the crease in your eyebrows. “Don’t call me a coward, heathen. Then we’ll both be embarrassed.”

The nickname makes you want to fight, but the touch makes you dizzy. “You don’t want to kiss me, Luke,” you say with all the control you have, which, right now, is increasingly sparse.

“You’ve gotta stop telling people what they want,” he muses. The hand on your wrist traces further down your forearm. The one on your face snakes around your hips. “One of your more disagreeable qualities.”

His words fan over you. That fire simmering in his eyes has finally come to the surface.

“One of?” You challenge.

“You let me make out with you and I’ll give you a whole list.”

You snort, hoping it hides the shortness in your breath. “What a charmer you are.”

His lips brush yours. “Well, that’s what makes me so rotten, isn’t it?”

There’s hardly time to unravel if that’s a question or a statement because you grab a fistful of his shirt and he kisses you. Your heart detonates. It is not rotten in the slightest.

His body is warm and firm. You smell the cabin wood and the drink on his breath. It all matters, and none of it does. You’re warm everywhere as he wraps both arms around your back, and the way he kisses is, unfortunately, exactly how you thought he would. Your hands are tentative in his hair. So is your mouth on his. But Luke is so deliberate in the way he kisses that you know he’s thought about this, too. It makes you all the warmer.

His hand takes your jaw and tilts it up. You know your neck is shaky with breath, and you’re pretty sure he’s admiring it. You don’t complain when he presses a kiss to your jaw, then another one, like he’s testing the waters. “You’re so nice like this,” he mutters almost to himself, thumb running across your neck. “If only people could see you.”

“Then they’d see how mean you are too, no?” You huff. “You don’t want that.”

Another kiss to your jaw. “Not yet, sweetheart.”

Whatever feeling is harbouring in your body right now, it’s so fulfilling it almost makes you uncomfortable. You want to reject it. You’re not supposed to want things. Worse, you’re not supposed to get things. Luke starts marking a path down your neck and you are so determined to enjoy this that you’d kiss a fucking baby if someone asked you to. You might as well be a saint.

He bites the pulse point on your neck, sure to leave a mark, and a shudder rips through you. You’re pretty sure the bastard starts laughing. You hit his shoulder in retaliation.

“Easy, heathen,” he reprimands in your ear, and you know he’s still smiling.

“Don’t—don’t call me that.” You hate that you start to smile, too, and that your stomach burgeons with butterflies when he pulls back to look at you.

He touches the corner of your upturned mouth, kiss-bitten and red. His expression is boyish. “Hard to when it makes your face do that,” he goads. “I thought it was impossible for you to smile.”

“Be quiet.” You thread a hand through his camp necklace and bring him closer. You can almost taste his mouth on yours, but he sweeps past you at the last minute.

He gently tugs your earlobe with his teeth and whispers, “Yes ma’am.”

Fuck him. Seriously. You might have to.

It’s a tangle of teeth and hands and smiles kept hidden, as you slip your fingertips beneath his shirt and he does the same, and you’re both angry and greedy and incredibly destructive, but it doesn’t matter yet. Now you’re just teenagers fooling around at the back of a party, and it’s the first good thing either of you have had in a long time. Luke leaves you gasping whenever his mouth hits certain places, maybe too many places, and he teases you accordingly. “So sensitive,” he taunts, pressing his knee between your legs so he can see you squirm. You rake your nails through his scalp and he tilts his head back to groan. It shuts him up for a while.

He bites your neck until you say his name. You trace lines on his stomach till he takes your hand in his own. You’ve been hungry for something your whole life, and you finally have something to sink your teeth into. For better or for worse.

After Hades knows how long, laughter floats out from the front of the cabin. Sounds of feet tripping over each other and muffled goodbyes. You pull away from Luke, chests heaving together. His hair is wild, his shirt crumpled, and he looks entirely satisfied with it. Smug little shit. “Party’s letting out,” you mutter.

“What a damn shame.” His hand rubs your jaw, and it’s too tender a gesture so you angle your head away to peek over the side of the cabin. You barely pay attention to the kids straggling back to their bunks.

“Is now the time you tell me all my horrible qualities?” You ask once you’re ready to look at him again.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Actually, I came up with more since I said that so I’m pretty sure it’ll take more than one night.” He fakes a wince, “Might have to spread it out for a few days.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh, you ass.”

“I’ll give you one for starters.” You feel like a tornado when he kisses the juncture between your jaw and your neck. “Your hands are too cold.” They’re tucked underneath his shirt right now, pressed against his back. You don’t move them. “And,” he adds, “you’re incredibly crass.”

“Thanks, dipshit.”

“Thank you for proving my point, heathen.”

The commotion at the front gets louder, and you know your time to go undiscovered runs short. “You meet me again tomorrow, and I start telling you the rest?” He raises his brows.

The prospect both repulses and excites you, although perhaps they’re hand-in-hand. You tentatively reach up to trace the scar on his face. A faint, jagged line that holds scripture within it. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. “Even though I’m rotten?” You ask, and there’s an echo of mischief in your voice, too.

He’s got a strange expression when he looks at you. “That’s not true.”

He leans down, angles his head to kiss you. It’s slow, but bitter, and he bites down on your lip until you’re pretty sure there’s blood. “Luke,” you murmur, and he kisses you softer. You lean into him like a hapless, lovesick fool.

After you part, he loosens his grip on you. The bumbling campers have gotten louder. He stares at you, and you see the chasm in his eyes again, brimming with fire. Same as yours. You know you’ll see him tomorrow.

He says, “You’re not rotten. You’re right.”

And damn it, you really do believe him.

#perrie’s fics #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo series #pjo tv show #luke castellan smut #pjo #heroes of olympus #charlie bushnell #i like sexy evil people making out okay. #maybe will make a part 2 to this series because i’m just so fascinated by their weird little dynamic but we’ll see #i kind of hate this but WE MOVE ANYWAYS!!

[uslonelyone]

#dark romance #haunting adeline #dark aesthetic #evil boys #zade meadows #mafia romance #den of vipers #sick boys #smut #booktok #dark fantasy #readers of tumblr

[ivysoul]

#never seen something so real in my life #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil #resident evil 4

[dr3c0mix]

Bloody Red Roses

Yandere!Evil King x GN!Reader

CW: kidnapping, weirdo behavior, pretty mellow for now

👑 It was known throughout the land that King Alistair of the Obsidian Kingdom was a terrifying and cruel ruler. His heart held no mercy for those who opposed him.

👑 His dark magic was one to be feared, many know better than to ever go against him and his undead soldiers.

👑 Recently, he’s set his sights on your kingdom. He was planning on overthrowing a few lands and expanding his territory, and with your kingdom’s promising resources and location, he saw it as the perfect prize.

👑 But he isn’t a war mongering psychopath who declares war right then and there, no no he’s much more sophisticated than that, he’s going to kidnap the princess instead!

👑 He needed a bride anyway, so for him it’s a win/win!

👑 “Sir! We got her! We got the princess!” The door opening and the rattling of bones got Alistair’s attention. He sent a few of his skeleton soldiers to capture the princess whilst on a carriage ride through the borders of his territory.

👑 There were many guards protecting the area, but their weapons were no match for enemies who couldn’t die, and with a little bit of sleeping potion, carrying the princess away will be easy as pie.

👑 “Excellent~ and you brought her to my chambers like I told you correct?”

👑 They nod and scamper alongside the king to meet the princess

👑 “Oh princess~ are you awake ye- !!” His eyes widen and he cuts himself off. The person unconscious and tied up in his bed was indeed a royal, but the princess they were not.

👑 “What. Is. This?” He growls, the soldier’s bones rattle in fear

👑 “W-well you sai-“ “Does this look like a princess to you?! How am I going to take over their stupid kingdom if don’t have a bride!?” He scowls angrily.

👑 He hears you tossing and turning in your sleep, you let out a soft little squeak as you reposition yourself to be hugging one of his pillows.

👑 “…”

👑 “Uhm…your highness..?”

👑 “Leave. I’m done with your stupidity..I’ll deal with them myself..”

👑 The soldiers waste no time running off to who knows where as Alistair looks at you with cold eyes.

👑 “Hm…”

👑 He takes a seat by the bed, watching you as he figures out what to do with you.

👑 He’s trying to figure out a strategy, but he keeps getting distracted by your form. You looked so small and delicate, maybe he could…no that’s stupid he could never..could he?

👑 His thoughts plague him a awhile longer until he notices you waking up.

👑 Your muscles are weak, your head feels like it’s spinning, and it takes a bit for you to get back to your senses and realize what happened.

👑 You jolt awake, remember of the attack and almost scream at the sight of Alistair, but he was quick to covers your mouth and try to ease your panic. It took a while, but he managed to get you to stop fussing so he could take off your binds.

👑 “Apologies for this little..incident, I was supposed to take your sister..but now that you know my plan for your little kingdom, I have no choice but to keep you here. Perhaps I don’t need a princess to marry after all, I could just use you as ransom..” he chuckles.

👑 He sees the tea in your cup rippling in your shakes hold and scoffs, bringing his hand to hold your wrist to still your trembling “Oh don’t be so scared now, I don’t bite..”

👑 It was just supposed to be a means to make you stop shaking, but your skin…your big pitiful eyes staring up at him..he didn’t want to let go.

👑 So he kept you, for ransom of course, not for anything else..

👑 With you at his disposal, he started preparing negotiations with your kingdom to see what they’ll do to get you back.

👑 But in the mean time, he had to deal with you somehow..

👑 He settled on just letting you wander around the castle (with supervision of course)

👑 But then he starts to wonder what you do everyday, what did you even like to do? If you were staying with him, he might as well talk with you for the time being.

👑 It started off sort of awkward, he spotted you by the garden feeding some birds with two soldiers watching you. He approached and waved at the soldiers to leave them alone together. You thought you were in trouble but to your surprise, he just asked you how you were doing..

👑 “I uhm..heard you like going out here everyday..I figured I’d join you…Don’t take it the wrong way, I just had some..free time..that’s all..”

👑 The whole interaction was unusual. It wasn’t like him to be so casual and calm with someone, especially a royal of another kingdom.

👑 He enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he talks about his role as the dark king of the Obsidian Kingdom. Your nervous but polite smile masks your mortification of him, but it’s adorable to him nonetheless

👑 “What? A scared of the big bad king? How cute.”

👑 Your little talks slowly became frequent, for the king, it even became something he couldn’t help but do. What can he say? He was so used to your presence it seemed wrong to not talk to you at least once..plus he had to check to see if you weren’t planning an escape so..

👑 “Where have you been my little rose? I haven’t seen you all day.”

👑 His interest in your interactions turned to fondness the more he picked up on your cute little quirks. He takes note of the things you find funny or interesting, he brings them up in order to see that adorable little smile of yours, and that giggle, oh god that giggle…

👑 He denies it so much at first, but slowly starts to accept the fact that he wants- no, needs you with him

👑 Soon he started to want your presence even more, offering to eat meals alongside you instead of eating whenever he’s schedule allowed it, he started eating scheduled meals for you <3 we love self care guys

👑 “Of course I’m eating with you tonight. After all we never got to finish our conversation.”

👑 He loves watching you, even when simply eating or any mundane thing, you will more often than not catch him staring at you. You’re just so cute and soft! Definitely not like the snobby and overly stiff men and women he’s seen.

👑 He couldn’t have you trying to escape so what better plan than to keep you by his side 24/7? Then you’ll never be out of his sight!

👑 “What’s so wrong with letting you tag along my dear? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with me.”

👑 And what if you try and sneak out from your chambers? Clearly you need to be moved to his chambers, that way he can make sure you’re behaving.

👑 Oh and of course in case you get lost, he made you a cute collar with the royal insignia on it! Isn’t it pretty? He used your favorite colors and everything!

👑 Of course he needs to fulfill his kingly duties. But how can he leave you alone for that long? No worries, you can sit right on his lap! That way you won’t have to stand for a long time and hurt your feet.

👑 And those clothes? So simple and out of style, perhaps you should wear something more fitting to his kingdom’s styles? Like a cute outfit with lace and ruffles! You look so delicate and graceful in it! He can’t help but buy you lots more outfits like that! Tis only fair for a person of your status.

👑 “How about this one? It compliments your form…what do you mean it looks too cutesy? I think it looks perfect for you.”

👑 he’s the type to not do much physical affection, but dear god does he crave both giving and receiving it. Give him a kiss or a caress of his cheek and he struggles to keep his composure and not melt to your touch

👑 Simply put, he might not seem like it (at least he thinks he does) but he can’t live without you. He couldn’t fathom the fact he was planning on trading you for a kingdom, you’re way more valuable than some puny kingdom!

👑 He even considers his original plan, you wouldn’t mind right? Besides, he bets you look absolutely exquisite in a little wedding dress~! Even if you don’t want a dress, an elegant suit would perfect on you~!

👑 “Where do you think you’re going my rose?”

It’s finally here guys ✨✨✨ I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy with school and genshin. Anyway we got em in the end! Thank you for being so patient guys !! qwq

#yandere #yandere x gn reader #male yandere #yandere oc #oc yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x male reader #tw yandere #x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #king x reader #yandere king #evil king #opossumdoodles

[will-of-dumpsterfire]

#it’s my mental illness and I’ll do what I want #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #I know where to find my people #y’all are in these tags #oh and this #dead by daylight #dbd leon s kennedy #re death island #re vendetta #re6 #re4r #spotify #spotify wrapped #this was suppose to be a naruto blog but LMAO #here I am

[wxnheart]

He's missing you, missing his baby, and he can't help it. Can't help but think of your touch, your scent, and the way you say his name. The way you love him. Can't help but think of the way you plead for more as he fucks you, as your legs wrapped around his waist trembles with each thrust and he knows he's bringing it home.

Shit.

And so he calls you. Wants to hear your voice, wants to hear you want him the way he wants you. Wants to hear you tell him you love him. He calls you and makes you touch yourself for him, makes you tell him who you belong to. And fuck if the way you say his name isn't heaven to his ears.

He doesn't touch himself. Doesn't want to even though he's rock fucking hard. Just wants to bask in your pleasure and so he does, closing his eyes and listening to the music of your moans, biting back a groan of his own as you cum and he ruins his pants with the intensity of his own orgasm. Damn. He likes this pair, too.

But it doesn't matter, not when he's thinking of how fucking beautiful you always look after you've cum, when you're both basking in the afterglow and your love is once again reaffirmed. And he can't wait to get home. Can't wait to get to you. Can't wait to feel you under him and hear heaven once again.

Can't wait to hear you want him the way he wants you.

#cutie 𝓠. #nsfw. #multifandom imagines #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #simon riley x reader #frank castle x reader #chris redfield x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #leon kennedy x reader #carlos oliveria x reader #bucky barns x reader #black reader #dcu x reader #marvel x reader #jjk x reader #resident evil x reader #dcu #marvel #resident evil #jujutsu kaisen #call of duty #honestly it can be anyone you envision.