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confessions | priest! s. geto

synopsis: He made a vow to God and was serious about keeping it, he never wanted to stray off the path of righteousness until he met you who he swore was a demon sent to seduce and tempt him, so he has to make sure you're not.

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tags: dark content + please heed this before reading +18+ ONLY content + minors and empty blogs DNI + modern au + repost from my old blog + this has been beta read + lots of religious themes because he’s a Priest and lots of sex talk and thinking about it + praising + sacrilegious themes + anthropolatry + body worship + virgin! Suguru (virginity loss) + corruption kink + desecration + sex in a confessional booth + edging + overstimulation + Father being used inappropriately + Satoru x you + Toji x you, breeding + female and male masturbation + fingering + spitting + dirty talking + unprotected sex + creampie + teasing + spanking + squirting + fellatio + dirty talking + cunnilingus + gagging obsessive behavior from Suguru and you + stalking + voyeurism + non-consensual recording + any missing tag lmk!

AN: this was posted such a long time ago but it has been heavily rewritten and edited - this was for a collab, can't remember who it was, but I know it was for this theme and after seeing a fanart of Suguru as a priest, and since he won my poll I knew he would fit this! he might be ooc to some so please remember!!

If anyone were to pass by Suguru’s office late at night they would hear the soft prayers, him begging God to stop the thoughts that were plaguing his mind over you, the woman who wormed her way into his brain like some sort of parasite, or perhaps you were a test designed to see if he would fail.

It was immoral the way he thought about how soft your body would feel underneath him. and it sure didn’t help when you came to Church dressed in your Sunday best, a tight dress that gave everyone just a hint of what lies beneath the cheap fabric.

You flaunted what God gave you. Well, that’s what you told Suguru when he raised an eyebrow, eyes roamed your body settling on your legs, legs that he thought about wrapped around his head more than once.

You haunted his dreams, soon bleeding into his daily thoughts when he was awake. Even in prayer, he would trail off thinking about you kneeling like the good girl you are under his desk, his cock slapping against your tongue in the most sinful ways, those thoughts would earn him more prayers.

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, please, I just want to know how she would taste. That is all.”

Shame filled the priest as he stared into the mirror, looking at his dick throbbing under his cassock. Blood rushed to his cheeks when he hiked up the fabric, palming his erection wishing to God you were there.

It was something to relieve the tingle sitting heavy in his balls. Another thought of you on your knees, mouth open, tongue out and covered in his cum, your eyes glittering with the knowledge you corrupted him and a smile to boot.

Thoughts like his filled your head too as you humped your pillow or when you invited Toji over, your father’s friend and another member of the Church who often comes to your place to have you ride her strap, over and over again like the sinner you are.

You wanted to cry out your priest’s name instead when you finally came, pussy pulsing around Toji’s cock, it would be such a shame if Suguru could see you now; mouth hanging open, drool trickling down your chin with your fingers gripping on the leather fabric of the couch asking Toji to call you a bad girl and punish you because you deserve it, and who was he to disagree? After all, you’re sleeping with everyone but him.

Here Toji was fucking his best friend’s daughter, his fingers pinching your waist, slamming you back against him, and the way your back arched more into it, mewling like a cat in heat. It was a weekly occurrence letting him cum inside you, the feeling you soon became obsessed with.

Neither of you spoke about it, especially as you sat next to him the next morning, feeling your panties dampen from the quickie you had earlier in his car in the parking lot. He liked to keep his hand on your knee when no one was paying attention, or so he thought.

Suguru kept his eyes trained on you whenever you were around, but he never made it obvious, taking only small glances to make sure you weren’t doing anything that would get you in trouble.

Little does he know about the nights you would stay to pray for your sins, asking God to forgive you for the vile things you do only for you to get fucked on the pews by Toji who helped you light the candle and say a prayer for what just happened. It was a fun game you played with him, but your main focus was Suguru.

It was abominable to say the least, how your fingers ghosted over your clit at night, thinking of him above you, pinning your wrists down, grunting whilemercilessly drilling your needy cunt until you couldn’t think straight anymore.

It was an everyday thought that swam through your empty head. Most people called you airheaded but it was only because you thrived off the attention from the males who watched your eyelashes bat and lips pucker, crossing your arms over your chest, the attention was nice.

A tooth-rotting “Please?” was all it would take, especially for Toji who was quick to spread your legs and hike up your dress, pressing his tongue against your clit, feeling it throb in need, and watching your legs shake after the orgasm he just gave you, cum covering your thighs.

You felt wet and sticky as you sat down crossing your legs, listening to Suguru perform his sermon. His words flowed through one ear and out of the other, shifting in your seat, uncrossing just at the right time to let him get an eyeful of your soaked panties, making all his blood rush to his cock, so he had to excuse himself shortly afterward so he could go into his office and wrap his fist tightly around his shaft, fucking his hand as his life depended on it.

At first, he let his mind go blank, but then visions of you on his desk with your legs spread open, handcuffs on your wrists, and connecting to the ones on your ankles invaded his mind. That was exactly the way he wanted you to be. All the depraved things you could think of, Suguru had already thought of.

He lay down each night thinking of you before he fell asleep. All he wanted to do was cum in you once, feel your warm tight pussy milking him dry from all that he has to offer. The thought of you being a demon crossed his mind once when he first met you a few months ago. Your parents spoke about you after his services showing off your pictures.

His eyes slightly widened, taking in how beautiful you are. It was a shock when the first dirty idea popped into his head. Suguru dedicated his life to being a man of God, but the mere thought of hearing your moans brought him to his knees.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. Your parents told me all about you.” Was the first thing he told you months prior, reaching for your hand, shaking it softly while holding your curious gaze. The glitter in your eyes made him look twice in awe and wonder what that twinkle was.

It was the first time he thought about you being possessed because that’s the only way you would have such power over him from just one look, using your demonic charms on him, enticing him by wearing your short dresses, laying the charm on thick in order to seduce him.

For a response you giggled, looking sweetly at him, and his body reacted immediately to the sound of your voice, sending a shiver down his spine. And it was worse whenever he got a whiff of your perfume, following you like a dog, trying to ask you questions that seemed friendly.

All conversations never passed inappropriate because he wouldn’t want to be perceived as anything but an upstanding man of the Church, but that never stopped him cumming on his stomach and whimpering while fucking his fist, your name slipping out in breathy moans.

If Suguru heard you make the same noises he would surely cum on the spot, sending himself into overstimulation.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to pray away the guilt. It’s all wrong, and he knows it, but it’s human nature is what he tells himself when you come into his office on Sundays after service, holding a small bouquet of flowers that grows around town.

“Father? I just wanted to come in and say thank you for everything. You’ve shown me the light and I wanted to show you my gratitude.” You told him in a soft voice watching as Suguru leaned back smiling, holding his hand out.

“Come in. And thank you, that is very kind of you. How are you holding up with your job?” He asked curiously.

You sat across from him crossing your legs. “Thank you for asking, it’s been going well so far.”

It wasn’t unusual of him to ask you questions in small increments, hoping to learn your schedule. He just wanted to get to know you better.

Or was his behavior borderline something darker? Perhaps.

Maybe it was creepy to do so, but it wasn’t something he dwelled on for long before thinking of you bouncing on his cock, your hands on his shoulders struggling to take him all in at first, your whining about how big he is stroking his ego, sending his hips upward, impaling you deeper.

That was his favorite fantasy, that played over and over in his head like a movie until he noticed the way you sat closer to Toji, ghosting his knee with yours or the way you smiled so sweetly for him. Why don’t you smile for your Father like that? The thought enraged him at first because instead of him fucking you it was Toji.

Anger filled Suguru like hot liquid pouring into his veins. And he felt sick to his stomach every time he heard you giggling while grabbing Toji’s arm, looking at him with doe eyes.

There was nothing to be done about that, and still, he didn’t have an inkling that you made a late-night stop at the adult store looking for a dildo that would resemble what you think his dick looks like, pretty with a red flushed tip, thick and heavy, veins decorating the long shaft and heavy balls made for breeding that swung with each thrust of his hips. It was only that thought that made you achieve the blissful feeling of your climax.

You wanted to know what sounds he made when he came, knowing full well he’s never fucked anyone but his hand. The thought of corrupting him was exciting to you.

You waved and smiled at Suguru before sitting next to Toji. “Am I coming over tonight?” He asked, leaning in and whispering in your ear. You turned to him, giving his knee the same friendly squeeze.

“Yes, be at my place at eight.”

The only reason you still let Toji come over and fuck you is so you use your dildo later, pretending it was Suguru, fucking his cum back in your sloppy pussy. Something about the whole thing was a bit off, but you didn’t care when thinking of all the ways you could make Suguru confess his sins to you.

Your mind ran wild all during service, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, resisting the urge to stick your hand between your legs, which would be frowned upon to do in Church, no less during service.

Later that night, you were on your back, with Toji on top of you panting and drooling over you like a dog. “Do you like that?” He grunted, holding your waist, kneading the flesh with rough hands. You cringed hearing him talk like that, his hands moving up to your breasts squishing them, movements growing sloppy. Your head hung off the side of the bed fisting the sheets.

Suguru watched the scene unfold in front of your living room window on the opposite side of the wall. Another strike off the list of things he never thought he would do. It wasn’t something he would ever admit out loud, too scared that someone would hear with their prying ears. Besides, you were supposed to be at your friend’s house.

That’s what he heard you tell your parents earlier when you declined their invitation for dinner, so stumbling upon this sight was the last thing that he expected.

Suguru accidentally found your address going through the visitor log you signed with your new address, finally out from under your parent’s roof after moving back home. That’s what he told himself, that finding out where you live just slipped up. No one would question him.

A frown tugged down his lips, watching the way your face showed nothing but boredom almost, not the look Suguru imagined when you were getting fucked. Was it him you thought about with each bounce of your body from Toji’s thrusts? There was no way that he was pleasuring you the way that Suguru could.

His eyes traveled down your naked body, zeroing in on the way his friend held your breasts, pushing them together. A groan escaped his lips, followed by pink-tinged cheeks as he walked past your window, keeping his raven head down.

Each Sunday you were sure to bring cookies of all sorts, and at every bake sale you helped set up, you captured the hearts of everyone, cooing about how sweet you are, dedicating time to do this.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I admire Father Geto and everything he stands for so I’m more than glad to help.” That always earned you brownie points and the, “Aw, that’s very precious of you.”

Would they say how precious you are if they found you on your knees in the closet with another member of the church?

Satoru loved when you held his wrist, dragging him in the cramped space, pressing his body against the wall, digging your manicured nails in the flesh of his thighs, relishing in the hissing sound he made driving his cock down your throat, gagging around him, earning the praise that you were so desperate to hear.

“Good girl. Just like that.” He moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair to anchor himself, watching his spit-covered cock slide in and out of your mouth, your eyes glassy playing with your clit under the skirt you wore just for him per his request. You didn’t pull away with a wet pop of your lips until you swallowed as much as you could.

Satoru was always quick to help you get on your feet, flipping up your skirt, making it easier for him to bend you over, fucking you from behind, filling not only your mouth but your cunt as well with a load of his cum.

Another prayer was said when you stepped out of the closet, bidding Satoru a farewell kiss before rounding the corner, and running straight into Suguru. You reached for his arms, steadying yourself. The feeling of his hand on the small of your back and his spicy scent that filled your nostrils made your pussy clench, pushing out Satoru’s cum, and smearing it against your panties.

“I didn’t know you were still here Father. I’m sorry.” You said bowing your head. Suguru chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“No worries. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I was just looking over the plans for tomorrow’s potluck. I’m making your favorite cookies. It’s still chocolate chip, right?” You asked batting those eyelashes of yours and those lips were perfectly pouty.

“Ah. Yes, it is. You have a good memory.” This ache sparked in his hand, wanting to reach out to feel how you felt under his touch. Were you thinking the same thing as you stared at him, eyes still glossy from the tears of your previous encounter?

“Father, I think I need to confess something.” Your voice came out as a whisper, stepping forward wrapping your fingers around the hidden rosary beads under his collar and pulling it free.

Suguru opened his mouth to answer but you were quicker. “Ah, Father. I was talking. I hope you weren’t going to interrupt me?” You asked mockingly, pursing your lips, forming a small pout. He shook his head watching your sticky lips from the smeared lip gloss and spit.

“Can I come and confess next Sunday?”

“Yes, I’ll see you then. Now, if you’ll excuse me. Have a blessed night.” He grabbed his rosary from your fingers’ hold, careful not to touch you before tucking it back in his collar, leaning down with a slight smirk, “next time you attempt to touch me I’ll be sure to tie your wrists down.”

You could hear him chuckle to himself walking down the hallway, mentally giving himself a point.

It was shameless the way he flirted with you, but it felt freeing, giving the both of you masturbation material for later in the evening, him fucking his fist again in the shower, leaning against the wall, panting loudly, face screwed up in pleasure as he stood under the warm water, feeling it wash the soap away while your name spilled from his mouth, his hips stuttered spraying cum all over the tile grunting.

While you lay on your bed replaying the scene again, you thrust the dildo slowly, curling your toes, whining Suguru’s name, and arching your back. The need to have him between your legs lapping at your pussy, made you ache all over like the flu, hot and stiff muscles, mewling, trying to chase your orgasm, feeling the familiar sensation snap, sending your cunt into overdrive, pulsing around the toy.

Suguru woke each morning, adding an extra prayer when he looked in the mirror, getting ready. “I only want one thing, that’s to hear her whimper.”

It was sinful in many ways, the way he begged for just a scrap of something other than the polite tone you use with him. Everyone greeted him with a smile, only earning a meager wave and a solemn look on his face, but whenever he looked at you, his face lit up, and each time he prayed that nobody paid attention.

His only thought was you, it wasn’t just about the ways he wanted to have you, it was also how you were doing, the consuming thought of you in your kitchen, making his favorite cookies. It wasn’t something you had to do, but he’s been nothing but nice to you, and now with the promise of him tying your hands together lingering in the air, you were ready to do whatever it took.

Sunday morning, you were sure to wear the color that attracted his attention the most, white. A sign of you being pure and innocent, but he knew that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t a secret to him anymore, after him watching Toji fuck you on your couch, and after hearing Satoru confess about the quickie you two had the other day, when he thought that no prying ears were around.

Later that evening he heard you click the door shut and sit down, fixing your skirt. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last confession.” You began, clearing your throat and glancing over at the wooden window, through the small holes, watching him squirm in his seat. This is it, you thought, it’s all or nothing.

“I’ve been having premarital sex with two men. They attend the church. You know them. Toji Fushiugro and Satoru Gojo. I let Toji bend me over the pews a few times, holding my hips as he stretched me out with his cock. Then I would get on my knees for Satoru.” If you were to confess this to another priest, they would gasp, hearing the lewd way you describe your deeds, but not Suguru.

Your mind was running wild with the thoughts of your story. “Father? What should I do?” You whimpered, gripping your skirt, and rubbing your knees together.

“Touch yourself.” Suguru groaned, his voice straining to keep his composure. He shouldn’t be asking you such a thing for more than one reason.

You smiled and gasped loud enough for him to hear, feigning to be shocked by his request, but you obliged nonetheless without the slightest resistance, making his prayer come true. He heard the wood creak underneath you as you spread your legs, guiding your finger to your clit to rub the swollen bud with your middle finger.

“You want me to touch myself, Father? Should I slide my fingers inside? Do you want to hear how wet you make me?”

His cock twitched heavily in his pants running his palm over the bulge. “Y-yes, keep going.” He instructed hoarsely. Following his order, you splayed your lips open gathering your slick easily, thrusting your middle and index finger in your cunt, the wet sound filled the small booth.

The faster you went the harder Suguru’s cock got, aching to the point of pain. “Father, can I cum?” You were asking him for permission? The pure feeling he got coursing through his body tingled all throughout.

“Did you think about me when you were fucking them?” He asked, shutting his eyes.

“I did, yes. And when they left, I fucked myself with the dildo I bought after thinking of how big you were, stuffing their cum deeper in me, wishing it was you instead.” You whined softly wanting him to touch you.

Oh, this was much better than anything he’s ever experienced. It was a sin, but hearing you play with yourself next to him, everything that happened leading up to this point was worth it.

“S’close,” You moaned, grazing your fingertips against the abused swollen bud, triggering your orgasm and prayer. “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and; forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.”

“Amen,” Suguru muttered, feeling his balls release, sending thick ropes of cum in his boxers, covering his thighs making a mess.

“Say your Hail Mary before you go to sleep.”

You chucked checking a point off for yourself. “Goodnight Father. I’ll be sure to think of you tonight.” You told him, opening his door, sliding just your hand in, setting your panties on his knee, and giving him a soft pat. “I’ve masturbated in these to you many times.” With that, you left the booth heading home to say your Hail Marys.

Another week of misery. Your moaning playing on a loop in his head. Many times he almost slipped mid-conversation whenever you walked by him, letting his mind and eyes wander, and hoped that it wasn’t obvious to whoever he was talking to at the moment.

It wasn’t usual for him to catch you washing dishes after a potluck for someone’s birthday. “Thank you for staying and helping with the dishes,” Suguru told you, walking into the kitchen. “Father, good evening.” You smiled, glancing up at him from the sink, elbow-deep in dishwater. A smile stretched his lips back. Stepping further in, he walked around the counter, leaning against the edge, grabbing the dish towel, and drying the dishes you washed.

“How are you feeling since your last confession?” He asked in a low voice.

“I’m feeling a lot better. I plan on being back next Sunday at the same time. I’ve been very naughty Father.” You whispered looking at him.

Suguru’s cock throbbed watching you lick your lips. “How should I repent?” You asked, leaning forward, taking note of his rapid pulse.

“Say another Hail Mary and don’t touch yourself until your next confession.”

“That’s going to be tough.” You pouted, draining the water and then wiping your wet hands over your shirt, soaking the see-through fabric.

“Does that mean someone else can touch me?”

Suguru shook his head, still holding the plate in his hand leaning in as you did the same. “No. You can keep celibate for me, can you not?”

“Yes, Father.” You nodded, trying to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, the tension so thick it was beginning to become harder to breathe, being this close to him. Maybe an inch closer and your lips would press against his, and your cunt would graze his thigh, releasing some of the pressure building between your legs.

“Good girl.” Suguru pulled back, setting the dish towel down. “Have a good night.” He called out before leaving you alone to collect your thoughts, a heavy sigh accompanied with a soft whine left your lips leaning against the counter. You debated calling Satoru for a quickie, he didn’t live far from your apartment so it wouldn’t take him long to get there and help you out, but the thought of Suguru calling you a good girl played repeatedly in your head.

It wasn’t long before you broke your promise, letting Satoru lick your clit, his fingers splaying you open, both legs thrown over his shoulders, emitting loud slurping noises from eating you like a starved man, long fingers digging in your sensitive cunt.

Today you were greedy with how many orgasms you could get, so far you hit three just with his mouth. “Are you still cumming sweetheart?” Satoru asked, pulling away and looking up at you, chin glistening from spit and cum, reminding you of the last time you sucked him off. “Satoru, please, fuck me!” You whined wrapping your fingers around his biceps.

Your pussy hugged him tightly with each drag of his cock splitting you open, his fingers in the tender meat of your thighs keeping them spread apart. Each time his hips slammed against your ass your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When your eyes closed you imagined Suguru over you grunting instead, sweat rolling down his back rutting into you, over and over again, making you cream around him.

By now Satoru knew the routine, leaving with a small awkward hug, his feelings growing deeper for you each time you shed your clothes for him, but he didn’t know about your obsession with Suguru, nor about how it was growing deeper with each passing day. Toji also shared the same feelings as Satoru.

It was hard not to. The way you treated them so sweetly and of course, everyone else too. Sure you were a little empty-headed, but that didn’t matter each time you bounced on their cocks.

No other girl would dare do something so vile, ruining their chance of getting a good husband, but you didn’t care, because the feeling of an orgasm was something that couldn’t be compared to something such as exchanging rings.

You said your prayers every morning and night, to disperse the feeling of guilt nipping at your ankles, it was wrong to defile yourself and all your beliefs, but in the end, you’re only a person with needs.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself anyway, sliding up your skirt in the bathroom stall, pulling your panties down, and letting Toji thrust in you later that afternoon.

His hands are on your waist holding you against the wall, rutting in you. It was fruitless at this point, having him or Satoru fuck you, your face giving away the boredom you felt. Toji cleared his throat as he pulled out. “You know, you could seem a little bit interested.” He said clearly pissed that you weren’t even acting like you liked it.

“I’m sorry,” You replied, putting your hands on his shoulders. “I’ve been going through a lot lately, but why don’t you give me a call later?” With a chaste kiss on his cheek, you left him in the bathroom stall after pulling your panties up, walking out frowning. There was this pit in your stomach that was slowly growing bigger, it first started when you met Suguru, and now months later, all your thoughts were of him.

Everything about this whole situation was wrong. You knew it but it never stopped you.

Sunday evening, you opened the booth, settling on the creaky wooden bench, a heavy sigh emitting from your lips. Suguru placed his hands in his lap waiting for you to begin. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was a week ago.”

He wouldn’t admit to knowing that you sinned after shamelessly watching you pump your dildo in and out of your wet cunt, learning that you were a squirter.

The only reason he knew that was because after his plan was hindered the other night by you being home, he chose another time to come back. Luckily, the neighborhood you live in is not very frequented, so no one saw him creep in and out of your house. Unbeknownst to you, he installed cameras all over your house, obsessed with knowing how you spent your days, and how, and with who, you spent your nights.

It wasn’t the first time that he masturbated to you, but unlike the other times, now he could actually see you, and there was something about invading your privacy that aroused him beyond comprehension, it felt so wrong and yet so right.

He never came so hard before, shooting thick ropes of cum everywhere, feeling like he was about to pass out from the intensity of his orgasm. Weak and panting, it wasn’t long before he drifted to sleep, hand, and chest still covered in sweat, spit, and cum.

“I touched myself, and I let them touch me again. Their fingers and tongues fucking me. I wished it was your cock I was on instead. Your cum filling my cunt, leaking out, and making a mess. Would you fuck me, Father?” Your last sentence came out whiny, as you spread your legs stroking your cunt.

Suguru’s breath trembled as he copied your actions, before grinding the heel of his palm against his erection. “I would.” He admitted with a heavy sigh.

Your fingers slipped in your cunt, curling. There was no way it would bring you the pleasure that you truly craved. “I want you to touch me, please. What do you think I feel like?” You asked, wanting to hear him submit to your sinful ways.

“Your skin, soft and supple. Your pussy, wet and warm, pulsing around my cock. Your mouth, the same way as I fuck your throat.”

His words felt like an electric shock coursing through your blood, pooling in your cunt, making your walls restrict your fingers, on the verge of an orgasm already, your breathing becoming erratic.

“It usually takes you a while to climax, doesn’t it?” He asked, bunching the fabric of his cassock in his free hand, the other wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly, edging himself.

“I-it does yes, but when I envision you, I usually cum right then.” You were quick to admit it, but he would be lying if he said that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Thinking of his face between your breasts tightened his balls.

“Tell me, what do you think about in these fantasies, when thinking about us?” He asked stroking his dick from base to tip making sure to twist his wrist.

“How your cock would feel inside. I think you have the biggest one I could lay my eyes on, and it’s thick too. Just tell me if I’m right Father, because I’m imagining the way I would struggle to take you all the way in, squealing, splitting myself open on you. And when you climax, it’s a lot and very thick coming from heavy balls made to breed, would you like to do that? Pump all your cum inside my pretty pussy? Holding my hips down, making sure that I keep still so every drop isn’t wasted?”

Words couldn’t formulate in his brain, drunk on the thought of what you just described, burned into his mind. He never thought about having children after his vow of celibacy, but now, it was all he could think about. Your whimpers grew louder, echoing through the empty Church as you neared your orgasm.

“Stop!” Suguru demanded, roughly surprising you as he stood up unbuttoning his cassock and then heading to your booth. There was no stopping what was going to happen next. Both of you have been waiting for this moment since the first time you laid eyes on each other.

Your eyes widened, taking in his naked chest. It was visible that he has broad shoulders, but what you didn’t think about was how he still stayed in shape. Saliva pooled in the corner of your mouth as it hung open. Greedy hands tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock hearing how it slap against his abs.

“I was right, thick and long.” You murmured watching him kick the door shut leaning his arm against the wall above your head while looking down at your fingers wrapping around his shift.

Suguru chuckled darkly, yanking your shirt up, freeing your tits. “No bra… Did you think tonight was the night you seduced me?” He asked, bucking his hips at your touch, a small whimper leaving his mouth.

You laughed, looking up at him. “Seduce and corrupt you Father. It’s always been a fantasy of mine.”

“Has it now? Why-” He was cut off, feeling your lips wrap around his head, tongue curling under the most sensitive part, suckling, your hand cupping his balls gently, squeezing them. Suguru’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, digging his nails in the palm of his hand when you went further down, struggling to take him.

Slowly you bobbed your head up and down, keeping your fist wrapped around him, jerking him off, adding more drool making it easier and messier.

You gagged, feeling tears spring to your eyes. Looking up, you saw the look of sheer pleasure gracing his face, the sounds of you slurping around him roaring in his ears. It was so much better than his hand, your soft mouth warm and tight, the best thing he’s ever fucked.

He watched you pull away with a wet pop of your lips, using your spit as lube to jerk him off, pressing your thumb over his slit, slightly pressing in.

“Am I doing a good job, Father?” You asked, batting your eyelashes, glancing up. Suguru nodded his head, groaning.

“You are, but I want a taste of you now.”

It was a sight to see him drop to his knees in front of you, putting both hands on your knees, pushing your legs open, your bare pussy on display like a meal for him to devour. But before that happened, Suguru wanted to take his time. Setting the mood, pressing small kisses, he grabbed your ankle, letting your foot dangle off his shoulder.

You watched his lips leave a wet trail up your thighs, ghosting across your pussy, barely fluttering his tongue over your clit, kissing the same places down your other leg. He chuckled, feeling you squirm under his touch. “What’s so funny?” You pouted.

“I’ve barely touched you and I see your cunt dripping.”

You sucked a breath between your teeth, feeling him spread your lips apart, looking at the innermost part of your pussy, your arousal very apparent, coating your thighs and the bench below your ass.

“I’ve thought about what my cum would look like leaking from all of your holes. Have you ever let a man fuck that tight ass?” He asked, moving his hand away, trailing the tip of his finger up and down your slit, groaning as he watched the way you clenched around nothing.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Good. I’ll be the first then, but we’ll save that for later. For now, I can’t wait to know what your cunt tastes like.” He growled, wrapping his arms under and around your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulder, burying his tongue in your cunt, eagerly lapping, completely ignoring your fingers tugging on his blonde roots, and grinding against his mouth.

At this point it was no longer for you, he was eating you for his own pleasure.

Cum soaked his thigh, as he came desperately trying to fit his tongue in your tight hole. “Father!” You moaned, squeezing his head with your thighs, humping his face as you grabbed two handfuls of his long hair.

Suguru slid two fingers inside you, slowly pumping while wrapping his tongue around your clit, working both of them together, feeling you clench around him. This is better than his fantasies, he thought, finally hearing you moan for him, begging for release.

Pulling out he watched your clit throb from the orgasm that he ripped away. “Why did you stop?” You whined, fucking yourself on his fingers, making him chuckle again.

“So needy, aren’t you?” He mocked, adding in another finger.

Hearing the squelch, his balls tightened again, thrusting his fingers in and out, lapping up your juices from his hand. “You’re so perfect, the way your pussy is fluttering on the edge of release. I want to show you how good it feels to cum on my cock. Are you ready?”

All you could manage was a weak nod, your body feeling hot and tingly with each thrust of his fingers, stroking the fire deep in your stomach until it was too much to handle as you came around him, his mouth replacing his fingers, licking up your cum, softly digging his fingers in your thigh, covering your skin with your slick, both of you panting heavily looking at each other. “Who knew you were such a pro?” You teased cupping his cheek.

Suguru pressed a wet kiss to your palm as he stayed on his knees, dragging the hem of your dress up to your waist. The tension between the two of you, and the look you shared, weighed heavy on the unspoken rule of what’s to come, once he crosses the line of fucking you.

The line was crossed the first time he had inappropriate dreams of you, so he didn’t spare a second thought when he fisted the base of his cock, guiding it to your waiting pussy.

You were barely seated on the wooden bench when Suguru held your hips, pressing his cock in. A whimper left your lips, feeling his head slip past your soft muscles. Each inch that slid in made you feel impossibly full and he was only halfway in. “Oh my God, you’re so big!”

Hearing that stroked his ego, both of you gasping once he bottomed out. He held your hips, rutting against you, sliding in and out. Each time he would pull almost all the way out and then slide in slowly. Your back arched, clinging to him, trying to squirm away at first from him stuffing you, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling this full.

Leaning forward, Suguru trailed kisses across your chest and clavicle, nibbling the skin, lazily fucking you, his mind turning into a puddle the closer he got to cumming.

It frustrated him knowing he was this close already. His eyebrows furrowed, feeling the sweat roll down his face, not only from how hot it was in the cramped area but also the fact that he was desecrating something so sacred while worshipping you, his words bleeding into your skin.

“I always knew you were a good girl.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I love it when you squeeze me like that.”

“You’re doing such a good job.”

“Moan louder for me sweetheart. Let me know how much you like fucking me.”

“Keep going!” You begged sitting up, wrapping your arms around his neck, bucking your hips, the both of you desperately fucking each other. Movements became harder and sloppier, the noises went from sighs and moans to something completely animalistic. You snarled each time you felt his balls slap against your ass. He held your waist helping you bounce up and down with the heels of your feet pressed against his tight ass cheeks.

“You’re so wet. Do you hear how wet you are for me? You’re being such a good girl for me… I don’t want to let go now that I’ve had a taste of you.” He growled, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest, fucking you from below.

It was heavenly, the way your cunt hugged his cock like a vice grip, the feeling was indescribable, nothing could ever compare to the way you clung to him, mewling like a cat in heat, burying your head in the crook of his neck, rolling your hips, grinding your clit against his pubic bone.

“I’m so close. Want you to cum in me, Father. Breed me, please!” You begged, pulling away with wet eyes, bouncing harder, feeling your nipples rub against the blonde hair littering his chest.

You’ve never felt this way before, the way you ground on him shamelessly without a care in the world, it didn’t matter that he was your priest or that you took his virginity in his confessional booth.

“We’re both going to have to pray after this.” You murmured in his ear, smirking. Pink crept in his cheeks. He muttered a response, something you didn’t hear nor did you care to.

You kissed him, parting his lips with your tongue, tasting him greedily. It wasn’t every day that you got to fuck your priest, nor did you get to feel him hold your hips, slamming down, impaling you on his dick.

Suguru felt your orgasm hit, tipping him into his own, spraying ropes of cum against your cervix, whimpering in your neck about how good you feel, his hands massaging your waist, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

“How do you feel now?” You asked, slicking his blonde hair back gazing into his hazel eyes.

“Like a brand new man.” He answered, smiling softly at you.

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About Love 1

My head gets messy when I try to hide

The things I love about you in mind

Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x Fem!Reader

Summary: Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 'surprises' he left you as well. And come to think of it... was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?

Genre: Hybrid!AU

Warnings (if bolded then this chapter contains these elements) : Fluff, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Death, Abuse, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Violence, Dom/Sub, Non-Con Elements, Slow Burn, Trauma

Rating: M 18+

WC: ~7k

Tag List: OPEN- DM ONLY <3

Notes: Here is chapter 1! I’m so excited that people enjoyed the prologue, makes my heart happy(: I wonder who’s waiting for you in the house... Hmmm...

Prologue | Next>>

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“It’s so early... not even the sun is awake... why do I hate myself...” A sob threatened to spill past your lips as you numbly walked outside. The cold air was bullying you into tears as it stung your face and hands.

6 am. 6 am. Who was even up this early, especially on a cold day like this-

Oh yes. That would be you.

The city streets were painted in gold from the streetlights and the remaining leaves that were still clinging on for dear life, ignoring the snow that sprinkled the ground with all their might. It was as though the city had been tucked under a large white blanket overnight, a blanket made of glistening diamonds that reflected the warm lights from all around. Truth be told it was beautiful to look at… just not when you have to be awake and freezing. While some would find this scene breathtakingly beautiful you, on the other hand, craved a flamethrower to tear it all down and seek vengeance for your poor skin.

Just goes to show how important proper sleep and caffeine are to begin the day. It could make the difference between waking up with a smile or beginning your villain arc.

Your whole apartment was packed and loaded into the new large SUV, a surprise that came last week with Jackson. You knew you had obtained Takoda’s vehicle but it was surprising that it was brand new and could hold up to 8 individuals. Takoda lived alone with no marriages nor children… So why the large vehicle? Why purchase this large car along with the house? You didn’t miss the confusion on Jackson’s face when he handed you the keys, a hushed comment of ‘When did he even buy this?’ didn’t go past you. It only added to the suspicion of your uncle’s death.

What was Takoda planning?

Unfortunately the city left you with dead ends: the Spades family was a family full of successful lawyers, all ranging from medical to even real estate. They were the Eevees of lawyers, your family: one Spades for every type. The family slogan? ‘ Always have an ace of Spades up your sleeve!’ Every time you heard it your teeth would grind together, because for them it wasn’t about the person they were representing. No, never about their clients. It was about the money. And so trying to worm your way around and see what truly happened and what the other morticians wrote was impossible. Their loyalty (and mainly wallets) would be with your father. Rowan Spades. You were going to keep pushing however a small and short voicemail had you stopping dead in your tracks.

“Hi sweetie! Just checking in, Officer Lee mentioned you’ve been asking about your uncle’s case, and… oh hon, I know this mourning process is hard. Reach out if you need to talk! Be careful out there… snow and all!”

Lei Spades, the one person who, despite being shunned, still tried to help you. Perhaps it was because she was your mother. Or maybe she simply didn’t want Rowan to get upset. She had met Rowan when she was young and naive, hell, she was still naive at times. At least you hoped she was. It would be worse for her to know how corrupt your father was and simply turn a blind eye because the money was just too good. But she had saved you a few times in the past from your fathers wrath. This being one of them. She would never call unless she had to. And the number was unknown, not her personal phone. A quick warning for her daughter to back away. And if Lei was the one giving the warning then you knew it was best to keep low… for now. But you did have one more place to look into…

The large home that you had yet to step into. The mysterious building that your new ‘assistant’ was hushed about. Any questions asked were either ignored or cut off with him changing the subject. The one that Jackson was supposed to drive you to later that day. You didn’t miss the urgency in his voice the previous week, the way his eyes were looking deep into your own. The moment was implanted in your mind, the goosebumps could still be felt...

“We will leave Friday at noon. Agreed?” He stood at your door, hands in his pocket as his eyes bore into you. The deep brown that was usually cool seemed to be ignited with a fire of sorts at the topic of the house. You noticed this each time you tried to ask questions or pry; the man was a vault and seemed uneasy.

Unfortunately that only ignited your own flame.

You managed to laugh a little, eyebrow raised. A small test to see how he would react... “Uh, sure? I mean if I’m already up I can always head on out early and meet you-” Your words were cut off as you jumped back when Jackson stepped closer. He crowded your space, face inches from your own as his hand grasped your shoulders. You tried to step back but your heel collided with a wall. His fingers gripped your shirt, however it wasn’t painful. The fire that was in his eyes had increased tenfold and you actually felt a small shiver of fear slide down your spine.

“Together. At. Noon.” His words were cool and flat, but you could hear the underlying tone. He was stressed about something. And while every alarm was going off in your head you managed to school your face, putting on a mask of frozen shock instead.

“N-noon… o-okay.” You managed to sound meek, the act working as Jackson gave you a small smile, hands squeezing your shoulders as he stepped back.

“Not a minute early nor late.” His eyes seemed to have cooled down at your words. His flickered up and down your body, something you noticed he did before leaving each visit. “Stay safe, Heiress.”

As soon as the door closed you leaned against the wall, sliding down while taking deep breaths. He failed the test, he was hiding something and you were going to figure it out. If he can keep secrets then so could you.

After that little show you had whipped out your phone and were quick to contact the Sanity Squad, the video call was between you and your three best friends. And they were in agreement: Jackson was hiding something and whatever it was, it was in the house. Of course the first topic was if you should all go together since the whole situation was bizarre.

Theories of him killing you were out the window seeing that he had nothing to gain and too many opportunities to do so. Oh, and Jessi proclaimed he was ‘too hot’ to be a serial killer. The next theory seemed more plausible: he knew some information on Takoda’s death and wanted to make sure you didn’t find any clues. But Jackson had a key to the house so again, that was a dead end. He could easily hide the evidence or destroy it.

Hours later, and a warning from your phone that the battery was going to die, you announced you would simply beat him there and see for yourself. It was your stance and no one could change your mind.

So here you are on this fine Friday morning, beating the sassy assistant by several hours, and hopping into a brand new vehicle. It was sleek and black, the interior dark with faux leather seats. A large touchpad illuminated the space and you were thankful it was able to self-drive. Although these types of cars are common many prefer the old fashioned way of driving and just doing it themselves. But with this tank? You preferred to let it do the work while you kicked back and watched.

You keyed in your first stop in the car’s GPS, feeling it slowly ease away from the building you had lived in for years. It was odd, knowing that you would never be back but at the same time it was a relief to be going to a place that had room to breathe. And no noisy neighbors to keep you up till the wee hours of the morning. Now that you would not miss, not one bit. But you would miss the cozy feel of the small space. It was bittersweet to see it fade behind you.

Ten minutes later and you were parked outside the small coffee shop, I Need Brew, a place you would frequent with your friends. It was hybrid friendly and a great place for many hybrids to begin working, gaining skills for later careers. Or some chose to stay and continue working for the beloved company. It was run by Bang Chan with his fox hybrid Felix being a manager; you knew the two well after frequenting the quaint shop. The fox adored your visits and would often slip you free goodies when Chan wasn’t looking.

Slipping inside you were greeted with warmth and the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. The interior was designed to make everyone feel at ease and cozy, soft music playing in the background to help the customers gradually wake up without giving them a headache.

“Y/n? At this hour?”

You looked around, knowing the voice but not knowing where it came from, but then Felix peaked his head around the corner from the back. bright orange hair held specks of flour with his orange ears shooting up. His voice was light and somewhat shocked, but still held the adoration he had for you. In return you smiled and stepped further inside.

“I knew I smelt something sweet walking in,” His face broke into a wide smile.

You smiled back, walking towards the counter. “Yeah it’s a bit early for me… I’ve actually come to meet up with the group.”

“Again, at this hour? Do you know what time it is-?” A buzzing noise had the fox looking over his shoulder. “Go sit, I’ll grab you your favorites and be out in a minute.” He disappeared around back as you moved further into the shop, eyes already set on your usual table.

The past few years your group and yourself had always sat at the table located on the furthest wall, right by the counter and where the employees would mingle when waiting for customers. It was how you befriended so many of the employees, all of whom knew your favorite beverages and treats by heart. As you sat you heard the front door’s bell jingle as a blonde walked in, heading straight for your table.

“I’m surprised you actually woke up,” You grinned as Jessi sat in the chair across from you, snow flurries clinging to her winter coat. “You usually sleep through all your alarms.”

“And miss my best friend leaving to head to the woods alone? Not a chance,” Jessi gave you a grin but you could see the worry in it, leaning closer she asked, “Are you sure we can’t come along? What if something bad happens-?”

“Nothing bad is going to happen.” You waved her off, actually believing yourself. Despite the odd circumstances your instincts were letting you know that this wasn’t dangerous at all. It was more… interesting. “Besides we have that locator app, right? One click and you all know something is wrong and the police will be rushing to save me.” You could still see the doubt in her eyes as she listened.

“I think it’d be best to take one of us with you today… just for safety reasons.” Her arms crossed over her chest, leaning back and watching you. “Especially with all that is going on.”

You opened your mouth to protest once more however the familiar jingle of the bell alerted everyone of more customers. You could hear them before you could see them; quick footsteps headed towards you before arms encased your shoulders, a face buried in your neck as a soft vibration pressed against your back. Something soft and warm wrapped around your waist, tightening a fraction as a giggle reached your ears.

“Wooyoung, how do you have so much energy this morning?”

You glanced up to see Hongjoong taking a seat next to Jessi, the man looking exhausted with his iconic split black and white hair disheveled in a disastrous way. His eyes were dead set on his hybrid Wooyoung who had wrapped himself around you, acting more snake than black panther. You could feel the cat’s purring increase, knowing those vibrant green eyes were focused on Hongjoong.

“Simple,” He nuzzled closer to you, feeling a grin on his face. “I have my Y/n here.”

You remember when Hongjoong first adopted Wooyoung, how the black panther quite literally tackled you and complimented on how nice you smelt and was overjoyed to know that you were best friends with his owner. In his eyes that meant you were part of the ‘extended pack’, along with Jessi, and got to be scented just as much as Hongjoong was. Which he ensured you both were drenched in his scent, looking quite proud of himself each time.

Reaching up you gently rubbed his head, scratching behind his ear just as he liked. You could feel how anxious he was, knowing you would be leaving, heading further away. It was an hour drive to get to the new home and his instincts weren’t liking having part of his pack be so far away.

“You can still sell it and live with us,” Wooyoung mumbled into your neck, his breath tickling a bit. “Hyung wouldn’t mind.”

“Aw, Woo, I won’t be so far away. Plus you can call whenever you want.” You received a pitiful whine from the male as he slowly let go of you, heading over to Jessi to scent her. It was hard to miss the droop of his ears, his last attempt at keeping you in the city gone. Although it tugged your heartstrings and almost made you want to change your mind, one look at Hongjoong and you knew he would be okay; the other male was smiling and shaking his head at the cat.

“I know I said a minute but everyone else showed up. And these just came out fresh from the oven!” Felix was quick to hand out four mugs and a plate of mini muffins with different flavors. Stepping back his eyes landed on you with a raised eyebrow. “So, you’re going to your new home alone in the woods? I’m sure Chan can go with you if you need someone…” His voice trailed off, his tail flicking along with Wooyoung’s. Seemed like he didn’t like the idea either, his animal instincts wary of your decisions. You were thankful you weren’t part of their intimate packs- you wouldn’t even get your foot out the door. Let alone be able to grab the doorknob.

“It’s quite alright, it’s a new home I inherited.” You once again waved off the help. “Nothing wrong with it.” The fox nodded at your words, tail flicking once again to show his displeasure.

“But if anything happens you have people here, okay? Don’t be afraid to ask us for help.” With a boop to your nose he went back to baking while the four of you settled with small talk for a brief moment. Ignoring the world outside while you had the time and just living in the moment.

Truth be told you had no idea how long it would before you got to see them once more. Pushing those thoughts aside you sipped your cup, smiling as Wooyoung took a seat next to you while Hongjoong and Jessi argued over a movie that just came out. As they argued Wooyoung shoved a gift bag in your lap, grinning over at you.

“Woo got you a gift, well, he helped make it.” Hongjoong dropped the argument quickly when he heard the the bag being opened. You opened the gift and pulled out a beautiful red scarf. “The python hybrid next door, San? He taught Wooyoung how to knit.” Hongjoong beamed at Wooyoung with pride while the panther watched you, waiting to see your reaction.

There was a tremble in your lips as you pulled the incredibly soft scarf out. “Woo…” Tears threatened to fall as you turned to the panther. you felt his tail wrap back around you, pulling you into his chest as his purrs started once again.

“It’s made with love from us!” He smiled. “That way we’re never too far away… don’t cry, Y/n!”

It was too late as a few tears fell, feeling Wooyoung pull you back into a hug that soon the others joined in with. “I have the best friends in the whole world.”

“Damn straight you do.” Jessi reached over, grabbing your hand with a grin.

“We love you too, Y/n.” Hongjoong placed his hand on top of Jessi’s, a soft smile on his face.

“You can still live with us- ” Wooyoung’s quick words were cut off with a whine when Hongjoong lightly wacked his arm. Pulling you closer to him, the panther let out the weakest growl you had ever heard. “In case she forgot, hyung not the ears!” You laughed as the growls turned into whines.

Little moments like this made it even harder to say goodbye.

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It felt as though you were now living in a snow globe. Tall pines loomed all around, the roads were covered with inches of snow, all while snow flurries floated all around. The sun may have been hidden behind the clouds but the snow offered enough light to make up for it: everywhere you looked you had to squint from the jarring white canvas. You could feel the SUV cruise cautiously through the piles of snow and up the hills that were hidden from your eyes.

“GPS you better be taking me to the right place…” You mumbled, eyes straying warily to the trees that surrounded you. It felt as though you were encased in a sea of deep green and white; it never seemed to end no matter how far ahead you tried to look.

The estimated time of arrival said five minutes but you wanted to call bullshit on that. The tree’s were so dense, so dark, surely a home couldn’t be located here? Who even built this place? Crossing your arms you watched as the car slowly cruised forward, itching to get out and investigate the home in person. As well as text Jackson that you had left about seven that morning… though you were more happy to wait to send that message. More alone time for you to sneak around the place and it kept Jackson from scolding you a little longer.

“You have arrived!”

Your mouth opened, ready to yell ‘Liar!’ but it quickly closed when the car slowly took a turn and hidden was a house. Truth be told anyone could drive right by and miss it, the driveway being extremely narrow.

The home was snuggled amongst the tall pines, large and yet seemed to almost blend in with it’s surroundings and standout all at the same time. The house held a warmth and coziness to it and reminded you of the feeling of going back home after spending a long time away. It sat in a large clearing of the trees, and in the distance you could make out mountains that peaked to the sky. The early morning rays were just coming up, casting an ethereal glow all around. It was beautiful and you were frozen in your seat, watching the sun’s rays gently light up the clearing. A calling urged you to go inside, your heart was fluttering at the sight of it-

“You have arrived!”

The moment was ruined with the car clearly wanting you to get out now. Grumbling, you stepped out of the vehicle and snuggled further into the scarf Wooyoung gifted you. It was much colder out in the wilderness than in the city, the wind whipping around and nipping at your cheeks in a cruel way. Colder and quieter. You could hear your own deep breaths across the baron land of snow. You knew there was a peace to the quiet however being alone in a foreign place it was hard to find it anything short of eerie. The hairs on your arms were rising as you took a deep breath, quietly closing the car door to not disrupt the stillness around you.

The house lured you in with every step, your heartbeat quickening as the key was gripped between your fingers. Any normal person would be afraid, hell even terrified, if they were in your shoes. A family member was found dead with zero investigation done, trying to gain some answers only had your mother warning you to back off, and lastly a house no one knew of was left to you. An hour away from the city your family basically owned.

However you felt anything but fear. There was curiosity for sure and a yearning for discovering what could be hidden within the walls of this building. What could have Takoda been up to with purchasing this place? It looked new too, no physical wear and tear on the outside from the weather. You wondered what he was hiding… And there was something else too, something deep in you that wanted to run in the building. A call from somewhere inside that had anticipation swimming in your veins.

The key slid in with a soft click! The door slowly opening while your eyes were wide and surveying your new home. You were awaiting darkness to greet you; a home that has been sat for too long and was full of cobwebs and dust from the lack of visitors. A cold and dark home was what you were mentally prepared for especially since Jackson was only dropping your boxes off and then quickly returning to his job. However you were shocked at what awaited you.

The foyer was large and spacious, the walls were painted a neutral color and the floors were solid wood. To your left and right were spacious rooms that were rather empty, save for a large sectional couch in one of them with an insanely large flat screen mounted to the wall. There were tall and large windows throughout, letting in the natural sunlight and giving an airy and soft feel to the overall place. Not far from the door was a large staircase with quite a few steps, and you spotted some of your boxes placed randomly along each step.

Your eyebrows knit together as you stepped closer, noticing the boxes were opened. Some even appeared to be missing items, spotting a box that was full of blankets now only containing a single blanket. A frown tugged on your lips, wondering what Jackson had been up to… he wasn’t stealing from you… was he?

You crept up the stairs, spotting more and more of your boxes placed randomly along the steps. Books had been looked through, some missing; blankets were taken out of the box, one box even being completely empty. Finally making it to the top you felt your stomach knot as you found some of your clothes scattered around the large landing. Thankfully it was just shirts and hoodies, nothing too personal, but it still made your blood freeze.

Jackson was the only one who had the other key… right? No one else should have been there… What if your father found out and sent someone to spy? No, no professional would make it look this terrible. What if this was a warning for you? To leave? Fear shot down your spine as you followed the scattered clothes towards a pair of French doors at the very end of the landing.

Almost like a trail.

Your legs felt like lead as you moved closer, steps silent as you crept along, throat dry as a million thoughts and scenarios ran through your mind. What if someone broke in and was needing a place to stay? What if they were dangerous, a criminal on the run? Or a dangerous hybrid? If the intruder were human you stood a small chance. But if they were a hybrid, a being designed to outperform humans in many ways... and if they were a predator... the very thought had your limbs locking up.

Despite the fear that shook you to your core, there was the feeling again: you needed to be there. Something important was waiting for you in that house. An instinct that pushed you to keep moving, a need that fought against the fear that dwelled in you. As if you found this certain thing, you’d be safe. You’d be fine.

Perhaps you have lost your mind.

Standing before the doors you took a moment to gather yourself, gain some courage, and then you had the doors flying open. Body tense as your eyes scanned the entire area, prepared to face the intruder head on-

No one was inside. But what you saw had you shaking.

Your lips turned downwards at the sight before you, hand gripping the door to try to keep grounded. The room was large, a master bedroom that was fit for a family really. Like the rest of the home it was rather empty with the exception of the large bed, an Alaskan king, and your brain was fried trying to process why a bed that large was there and why all your belongings were all over the bed. You felt a chill roll down your spine as you stepped into the room carefully, mentally waiting for someone to jump out and attack you.

But again that other feeling, the part of you that you called insane, felt secure as well. Something about being in that room had you feeling at ease as well as afraid all at the same time. You felt nauseated with the mixed feelings swirling in your head.

All the blankets, clothes, and books that went missing were right there. A part of you wanted to grab your things and go through it all and see what was done to each item. But a larger part of you wanted to curl up in the warm blankets and hide away, ignore all the craziness that you were facing, and seize to exist. If only...

‘Come on, Y/n. Put on a brave face.’ You mentally scolded yourself for being weak; this was your home after all. Taking a deep breath you strolled into the bedroom with more confidence and was going to begin your investigation when the sound of a door closing echoed across the empty house.

‘Fuck the brave face.’ Your blood turned to ice, instincts taking over you flung yourself under the bed. You pressed your hand against your mouth, trying to calm your breathing as you waited and listened as well as you could. You closed your eyes, willing your ears to straining and hear anything. The silence was torture, not even footsteps could be heard. You wished you could at least hear where they were-

A low growl echoed against the walls of the staircase. An actual growl... an animal? You don’t recall leaving the door open, but perhaps you did when you noticed your belongings scattered about...

Did you accidentally let in a wild animal?

As you tried to decipher how the creature got in you heard heavy paws hitting the stairs, the growl low as it came closer and closer. Every step had your heart pounding in your chest and for a moment you wondered if you would die from a heart attack before being mauled by a beast. The thought died as soon as you realized that the paws had stopped somewhere near the landing.

Then, ever so slowly, you heard the paws approach the bedroom. The growl was coming closer and closer, your body nearly shaking as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. The paws stopped at the bedroom entrance, the growl lower, more of a rumble now as it continued forward. It got closer and closer, the air feeling heavier with each passing second. The rumbling was now right in front of you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you slowly opened your eyes.

A cloud of browns, blacks, blondes, and silvers invaded your vision at first. Fur that was so thick and long you felt an urge to reach out touch it, knowing it must have been so warm and soft. But you remained frozen as a pair of eyes, lilac- no... gold? You could have sworn they were lilac for a moment but now they were a brilliant gold, stared you down. Eternity could have passed and you wouldn’t have known, not while the canine was intensely watching your every breath. A moment of silence, a moment of stillness-

It lunged and you screamed, your throat immediately burning from the raw strength behind it. Faster than you thought possible you managed to leave your hiding spot just as the large beast arrived. Your feet were moving too fast for you to keep up, heart leaping up your throat as grunts and whines followed you. When you heard those heavy paws hitting the floor you cried out again, the staircase right there.

You believed you could easily dash down the stairs and into the car. You’d be safe there and maybe you could easily call for help. For a brief moment you wished you had waited for Jackson. At least you could trip the man and give yourself some extra time to escape... unless he did it first, which you knew he would.

However fate was a cruel mistress to you today; wet shoes slid against the wooden floor, propelling you face first down the steps. Your voice was stuck in your throat as you sharply inhaled and braced yourself for impact. You felt something solid, but it wasn’t wood. It was... warm and inviting...

Two arms snaked around you, pulling you closer and easily catching you from the fall. Your feet were dangling off the floor with your cheek pressed against something solid that held a low vibration. Whoever this was was strong enough to hold you carefully around the waist with ease and you stiffened as your realized you weren’t alone with just that canine anymore.

“Relax Beautiful,” The voice was right in your ear, a murmur to help ease you. The voice was soothing to hear and you obeyed immediately as if it were natural to trust a stranger like this. The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to break free and run. But there was another part of your brain, something instinctual, that wanted nothing more than to obey. That there was safety and comfort within these arms that would shield you from the whole world...

The voice let out a soft hum, pleased as you listened without a fuss. The arms were still tight as something soft traced your neck, the vibrations increasing before stopping all at once. “My, my, Beautiful. it’s no wonder he was upset, smelling the way you do.” Their tone became deeper, displeasure stirring just underneath the words. Something in you nearly whined- as if you couldn’t stand the thought of displeasing the stranger. Thankfully the logical side of your brain kicked into action.

You snapped out of the trance you were in and physically flailed yourself away. You could tell the stranger was surprised by your sudden outburst and used it to stumble back, feeling your heel collide with a step, causing you to fall and land on it with your butt. Your nearly fall had thrusted you forward, passing the first flight of stairs and nearly onto the midlevel landing. Which was where a new figure was now peering down at you.

A handsome man with beautiful features stood before you, bright blue eyes watching your every move with plump lips forming a soft smile. His hair was jet black and on top was a set of fuzzy black ears. Something swayed out of the corner of your eye and you saw a fluffy tail that had black fur with white underneath, the tip of the tail was also white. He wore dark denim jeans and a white tee, the letter’s DRF embroidered on the top left corner in crimson. A hybrid was in your new home-

A low growl was behind you and for a brief moment thought it was surely going to attack you now. But you were shocked to feel something cool against your head as another high pitch whine was right by your ear. It’s muzzle was nudging you, whining, trying to get you to move but you were too shocked to move a single muscle.

“Wh-who are you?” You wanted to sound demanding. You wanted to sound strong. But your voice cracked and hands slightly shook as your eyes remained focused on the hybrid in front of you.

He gave you another soft smile, lowering himself on the landing to meet your gaze properly. “My name is Seokjin, but please call me Jin. The wolfdog behind you is Jungkook. You, Beautiful, must be Y/n Spades.” His smile widened as you slowly nodded your head, your own eyes staring at him with mixed emotions. “Your uncle, Takoda Spades, left us a letter detailing that you were to inherit us if anything were to happen... this is correct, yes?”

“I... the will never mentioned hybrids...”

“For all of our protection, yes.”

A new voice. This one deeper than the last, all eyes snapping to the foot of the stairs. He was taller than Jin and seemed to hold more muscle as his white shirt (the same exact one Jin was wearing) had a tighter fit, muscles threatening to breakthrough. His hair was a light ash blonde, smoky and seeming more white/gray, with fluffy dark gray ears on top, pointed and standing alert. Your eyes met his and for a fraction of a second you could have sworn they were glowing lilac but it must have been the lighting, instead they were a warm amber that held a fire inside. A fire that invited you to get closer, to feel his warmth and embrace him. You were lost in that warmth, body leaning slightly forward without your knowledge.

Jin’s tail softly wagged at the sight of the male, bright eyes looking between the two of you. Your actions didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. “Y/n, this is Namjoon, our pack alpha-”

Swoosh!

A blur of movement ran passed the three of you in the matter of a second. The air hit your bare neck, your eyes wide as you realized the wolfdog, Jungkook, swiped your scarf and took off down the steps. There was shock for a brief moment before panic ensued- what if it was destroyed? The worry you emitted had Jin whining, stepping to you while Namjoon growled after the shifted hyrbid.

“Hey-!”

“Jungkook!”

You jumped up and ran past the two, much to their surprise, and ran down the stairs. You were ready to hunt the wolfdog down, get the scarf back and maybe even exile him to the woods for the night. He could freeze out there for the night, and then maybe he would appreciate the scarf a bit more-

“Oof-!”

You felt something solid and warm once again, this time face first. A hand locked on the back of your head, firmly and carefully, while another wrapped around your waist. Warm breath hit the top of your head, blowing a few strands gently, while you felt pressure rubbing your head.

“Please don’t be mad.” The voice was new one and you could hear the pout in it as well as the worry. It was heartbreakingly sad, could even make the world’s smallest violin sound mediocre in comparison. “It’s safe, it’s just in the wash. I couldn’t take it. Just his scent all over you and clinging to you like that-”

“Jungkook.”

Namjoon was right behind you, voice low with a displeased growl. In response Jungkook whined and clung to you, body locking to yours. His tone reminded you of a kid who got caught doing something bad. “Hyung, his scent is all over her! The scarf in the sink, I’ll wash it and have it dried by tomorrow!”

Scent? Wooyoung. It took a second but you realized he was on edge about Wooyoung’s scent, on your and the scarf. It was what Jin was talking about earlier, you smelling with another hybrids scent was making them uncomfortable. You tried to step back but Jungkook refused the space. Instead he held tighter, face buried in your hair, cheek rubbing against you in a rushed manner.

“Jungkook, I’m not mad.” Those magic words had the hybrid loosening his grip on you. It gave you an escape, putting some distance though his arm was still wrapped around your waist with his hand still in on the back of your head. Finger were softly twirling the strands.

He was just as handsome as Jin and Namjoon; hair was a chocoate brown that was kept longer than the others, his ears were triangular like the others and matched the beautiful shades of his fur when he was shifted, as well as his long and fluffy tail. His eyes were doe-like and gold, trained on you with emotions you didn’t understand. A smile broke out on his face, his teeth looking more bunny-like than wolf. The smile and eyes settled your earlier thoughts and put out the angry fire that he had stirred. The idea of putting him outside nearly made your heartbreak.

“You’re not mad? You don’t want me to leave?”

At his question your lips curved up slightly. “I’m not putting you in the doghouse Jungkook. I kind of understand why you did what you did.” His tail wagged, eyes brightening, and toned and bare chest rumbling-

Your cheeks turned red as you realized that Jungkook was lacking clothes. You were still being held close, so close you could feel the toned muscles flush against you, as well as something hard pressed right against your stomach-

“Jungkook. Clothes. Now.”

Namjoon was your saving grace, face so red you didn’t want to face them. But they didn’t need to see you to know how you were feeling. To put it lightly, Jungkook was more than pleased to be the one to have your scent become mouther watering and nearly impossible to ignore. You kept your gaze on his collar, refusing to look elsewhere.

“Yes sir,” You could hear his amusement as his warmth almost disappeared. Almost. “Wait for me in the living room, Honey.” His voice was right in your ear and something sharp nipped at your earlobe. You jumped and squeaked as you hybrid walked out of your view, chuckling at you.

You could feel the burn in your face, still refusing to move incase you got a whole view of the male. Not that a large part of you didn’t want to look, but damnit you were going to at least have some of your dignity.

“He’s gone now, Beautiful. You can turn around.” The tease in Jin’s voice brought a pout to your face as you looked at the other two hybrids. Seeing your flushed cheeks and lips stuttering out had them almost cooing. Jin smiled softly at you. “Jungkook’s very playful, though he doesn’t mean harm.” You wanted to snort because the man was obviously trying to give you a heart attack.

Namjoon stepped forward, a smile trying to form though he held it back. Trying to save you some face at least. In his hands were a few files with DRF stamped in large letters across each one and one envelope with Namjoon written across it. “Mr. Spades left a letter for us and lightly explained a few things.”

Your heart picked up as you wondered what was written to them. Perhaps there was something hidden inside that letter that you needed. What if they knew what happened to him? What if everything written inside the envelope and solved what happened to your late uncle?

“Let’s head to the living room, we’ll wait for Jungkook and then talk.” Jin offered, already taking your hand and leading you towards one of the large room. His thumb rubbed soft circles on the back of your hand as those bright blue eyes seemed worried. You could almost feel Namjoon’s own worry radiate from behind the two of you, and you couldn’t help but wonder...

What was in that letter?

While you were pondering what could have been written you failed to realize you had left your device in the car. The screen lit up once more, 7 missed calls from Sassy ASSistant and followed by one text:

Sassy ASSistant: Y/n Spades you are in serious trouble when I get there.

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machinesonix · 25 days

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Somehow I have made it this long without realizing that none of the screen adoptions of Dune so much as mention the Butlerian Jihad. Like I guess it's burned into my brain so hard I sort of assumed it was part and parcel of the universe. Don't get me wrong, I think that's probably the first thing you learn if you want to dive deeper into the setting, but it still hits me like if the LotR movies showed us the big flaming eyeball tower and was like ‘Oh, that's why there are bad things, but don't worry, that's just background stuff.’ Yeah, you can understand the movie, but if the story is just like Frodo vs. The Witch King you are losing out on any of the conversation about the corruptive allure of power or theological undertones. So without further ado let's pretend this is for the benefit of interested new fans roped in by the movies and not part of my desperate attempt to silence the howling specters of literary analysis that live in my blood.

The Butlerian Jihad is an event set ~10k years prior to the events of Dune in which humanity won their freedom from the machines that they had enslaved themselves to. As a result, it is a religious taboo to create a machine that thinks like a human. That's frankly the bulk of the information presented by Frank Herbert in the text without dipping into books 7+, but whether or not those are canon is frankly an enormous can of worms, which really makes sense when you consider the size of the worms. But boy howdy, Frank loved his subtext and parallelism. Everyone has a foil character, every theme is hit from multiple angles, and Villinueve has been doing an excellent job of capturing a lot of that in repeated imagery and dialogue. The Butlerian Jihad happens off camera, but it's themes are absolutely critical to the big picture.

The Butlerian Jihad was a holy war. It was not merely a rebellion against the machines, it was a crusade against them. The prohibition against thinking machines isn't just a law, it's in the pan-universal Bible. Absolute psychopath Pieter DeVries himself claps back at the Baron for insinuating he might have a use for a computer, and this is a guy who has been hired specifically for his preternatural absence of morals. Let's hold onto that idea for a minute.

Probably my favorite scene in the first book is the one where planetologist Liet-Kynes is dying out in the desert. As the last of his strength fades to dehydration he hallucinates conversations he had with his father concerning terraforming Arakkis for human habitability. He's told that the means are not complicated. There is already enough water on the planet, the Little Makers just have it all trapped deep underground as part of the sandworm reproductive cycle. You just need to isolate enough water to start irrigating plant life, and once it's established that'll keep the water on the surface on its own. The hard part is making sure everyone on the planet is environmentally conscious enough to foster a developing ecosystem. Nobody can drink any of that water while it's being collected, because they'll just introduce it back into the water cycle where the Little Makers are. It's going to take generations, so that sort of water discipline is going to have to go above and beyond a social convention. People need to be willing to die before they'll take a sip and compromise the plan. Ghost Dad Kynes concludes that the only mechanism in the human experience to enforce this consensus is religion.

In the context of this whole parallelism thing, you have probably noticed that the Butlerian Jihad is not the only holy war in the narrative. Paul sees a new jihad as the only way of creating a future where humans can flourish. Now you might be saying ‘Wait now, Machines. I thought the point of Paul’s holy war was to avenge Leto and disempower established power structures by taking away the control of the spice!’ And you’d be right. The thing is, without getting into spoiler territory, Dune Messiah is not going to be about how everything just gets so much better now that Paul has destroyed the economy, government, and untold billions of human lives. This isn’t the endgame. Dude can see the future and the way he does it involves looking into the past. Paul lives in a society defined by a holy war and his goal is to redefine society.

Putting it all together you can see what I mean about the Butlerian Jihad being essential to the themes even though the story never shows us a thinking machine or a narrative beat where the absence of computers changes the outcome. It helps us see the big picture. I’ve seen a lot of dialogue lately on whether Paul is a tragic hero or a consummate villain and I’m not here to answer that, but I am here to underline the critical detail. Paul intends to be seen as a tyrant. Just like Kynes’ hallucination says, religion is the lever to make a value stick around forever. He wants to traumatize humanity to hate chosen ones and emperors the same way the machines traumatized humanity to change them forever. The Water of Life ritual doesn’t invert his values, it lets him realize these visions of war are the means, not the ends. He is absolutely not happy about it, but this is Paul’s terrible purpose.

#dune #paul atreides #dune meta #dune part two #butlerian jihad

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silv3rswirls · 8 months

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bts - dark content

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Worship me: Didn’t you deserve it? (yandere, obsession, online stalking/harassment, 18+)

Fawn: Hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? (18+, age gap(reader is 18), corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, very vague mentions of familial abuse)

Scrap: “You’ll always be trash to be thrown away; but not to me.” (pseudo-incest, obsession, manipulation, degradation, light smut, light mentions of neglect and depression)

Worm: Even a worm will turn. (Yandere, slight violence, implied kidnapping)

Cicada: Something was changing around you, you could feel it. You weren’t sure what was happening, but something had changed. (note that this isn't a Yandere/dark fic perse, but it also doesn't fit on my main masterlist so it's going here)

Garden: “I’ll plant thousands just for you.” (Yandere, stepbrother Jimin, murder, very minor descriptions of violence, fluff)

Frenzy: He’d have to force himself to stop feeding; he wasn’t an animal after all. (Vampire au)

Grin and Bear it: part one(Mentioned stalking and violence, fear, reader is yandere, Tae is some kind of otherworldly being or something.part two(Fear, tears, blood, minor descriptions of sex, Yandere otherworldly Tae, degradation(?)

Stalker: He wanted you alone, but now that he's got you where he wants, Jungkook can't help but act. (Yandere, stalking)

Angel: He caught an angel, kept her locked in his basement. (yandere, angst, murder, kidnapping)

I’m Not Human At All: Something seems rotten in him, gross and morbid, and it’s starting to spread. (Stepbrother Jungkook, yandere, descriptions of violence, angsty, disturbing thoughts)

Lamb: Saw you love you, want you, love you (werewolves, yandere, blood/injury, kidnapping)

Untitled smut (18 +, yandere jk, jealousy, possessiveness, minor talk of violence/fighting (not towards reader), implied fighting, hair pulling, name-calling, degradation, spit, finger sucking, some blood)

Hound: What did a suffering lamb even accomplish? Who did it save, when would it end? (serial killer/yandere jk, kidnapping, religious themes, death)

#bts masterlist #dark fic masterlist

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museofthepyre · 3 months

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Assigning the CHNT cast TMA entity alignments… add on if you wish/ have any differing ideas! I have yet to assign some ppl still.

Sydney: The Corruption

(Connection to concepts of decay, mushrooms worms, bugs n decomposition, illness and deterioration, consumptive/ unhealthy attachment style, self-destructive desperation for love/ “always wanted to be killed by something that loves me”- that whole squash monologue captures my point pretty well.)

Jedidiah: The Web/ The End

(He’s hyper-aware of the string pulling us all along to our inevitable fate, serenaded by the unstoppable ticking of a clock. He tries to know, control, and change that. He tries to pull the strings and turn back the clock hands. He manipulates/ hides things from Sydney, who’s all wrapped up in the web he strung. Themes of fate, inevitability, death, and the cheating of it!)

Elijah: The Distortion

Infectious hysteria! His presence is accompanied by confusion, (what’s regarded as) delusional religious beliefs, and just a general aura of dreamlike surrealism. He’s cryptid-like. Those who look at him are overtaken with his religious fervor. Sydney worries that he’s a hallucination for a while. Themes of madness, unreality, and not trusting one’s own mind (manipulation falls under that category).

Adam: The Flesh

Yeah. Next. (Takes on other people’s appearances! Cannibalism! Blood! Mutilation! He knows how human brains function and he uses that understanding to toy with them, that could be interpreted as taking advantage of the fallible nature of flesh. So easily destroyed!)

Ok short spitfire round for some of the counsellors/ others that I can think of atm

Rowan: The Extinction

Juniper: The Distortion

Lucille: The Web

Soren: The End

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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Would it be okay to request some NSFW Yandere Kakashi x unwilling reader? I really love the way you write him! ❤️❤️❤️

Mud Puddles Aren’t Fun

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, murder of another character, blood, a little graphic, non con vaginal sex, breast slapping, slight degradation, slight bondage at the end, Reader will probably get a yeast infection after this just sayin.

Note: Your special jutsu technique is the ability to create additional arms and legs, but they are made with water. So, imagine an arm made of water coming out of your hand or stomach.

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How uneventful. Another shinobi unmatched with your jutsu. Whatever. It’s one more ninja to get rid of in your organization’s desire to obtain all tailed beasts. Holding him at eye level with a limb made of water protruding from your throat, you grow a fourth arm from your stomach and slowly, as if time is barely passing by, shove your fist through his heart.

He drops to the ground, and you look at your partner, a newer Akatsuki member. He’s too young for your own good. You had requested a new partner, someone who could actually help you in a fight. However, your request was denied by your great leader, and you knew you would have to pull all of the weight by yourself.

Regarding your partner who is hunched over in the mud while pressing his hands against his bloody abdomen, you roll your eyes and grab the back of his cloak. “Come on, Rendo, I’ll get you fixed up,” you relay as you drag him towards a cave.

He clutches his belly as he coughs. “It’s Kenji.”

“What’s a kid barely out of the academy doing with the likes of us?” you can’t help but question him.

You let him slump against the wall as you get to work on starting a fire with a bunch of sticks.

“Just think the whole Kage thing is corrupt. All government is shit. What about you?”

“I agree with their cause. I was recruited four months after turning eighteen. Guess you could call me lucky,” you wink at him.

It doesn’t take long to fix up the stab wound. Nothing too serious, but definitely something you’ll need to keep an eye on.

“Get some rest. You’ll need it. If you’re not up to walking tomorrow, I’ll have to send a message.”

A quiet “thanks” is all he mutters as his eyes slowly close.

Sitting down next to the fire, you lean your forehead on your knees. It might not be safe to stay here for too long considering your partner’s wounds, but what other choice do you have? You can’t abandon him. It will look like you wanted him to be left to die on purpose since you didn’t want to go with him in the first place.

Fuck, if I catch hell for this, I’ll kill him myself.

You fall asleep quickly after, the mission taking a toll on you. You’re proud of yourself for taking on so many Hidden Leaf ninjas. You didn’t know you could handle twenty by yourself because you’ve never been given the chance. However, you really wanted to take on one specific shinobi. It’s a shame that he didn’t show up. You were so confident that you could have fought him and won. Maybe, next time, you’ll be able to fight the feared Copy Ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village.

These are your last thoughts before you fall into a deep sleep.

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Something gurgling causes your eyes to shoot wide open. Could it be some wild animal who has roamed back to their dwelling? Sitting up, you notice that you fell asleep with the fire still lit. How could you be so stupid?

In the dim lighting, Kenji holds his hand out to you while clutching his bloody throat. The choking gurgling noises are coming from him? But how?! When did this happen?! You rush over to him and turn him on his back, holding his head in your lap.

“Kenji, you can’t die on me! Please?! You have to stay awake. No, don’t close your damn eyes! Kenji!”

Lowering your head, you feel dread fill your chest. You take a deep breath, looking at the face of the little brat who wormed his way into this organization. He was a good kid, way too young to die. He shouldn’t have his eyes closed forever at the tender age of sixteen. What a damn shame.

You don’t even hear him until his breath is on your ear. “Finally, my little cloud is awake.”

Grabbing your kunai from your waistband, you crouch as you turn on your heel. Kenji limply slides off of your thighs with all of the movement, hitting the ground with a dull thump.

With one hand on your throat and the other on your wrist with the kunai, the intruder slams you into the wall.

The wind gushes up your throat, tumbling out of your mouth. He smashes your hand against the wall twice until you’re forced to drop your weapon.

The mask, the hidden eye. From this description, he must be the ninja you’ve been waiting for.

This isn’t how you thought your meeting with him would begin. You thought you would be on the same playing field as him. Instead, he has you trapped against the wall like a mouse.

No, you won’t fall victim to him!

You try to distract him by punching him in the chest with an extra fist made of water. You thought it worked until Kakashi disappears in a puff of smoke.

“A copy?!”

How could you not tell it was just a clone?! There’s no time to dwell on this. Your partner is dead, and the Copy Ninja is somewhere near by. You have no other choice but to flee the cave and try to find somewhere else to hide out in until you can get a message to the Akatsuki.

You take off into the dead of night, a pale moon in the sky being your only guiding light as you head for the line of trees outside of the cave. Keeping your breathing steady, you duck under a branch. As you straighten out, you notice a kunai stuck in a tree, but what’s that it’s stuck to? You can barely see with how dark it is, and then all at once, there are too many lights.

You groan in pain, a ringing pounding in your ear. Opening your eyes, you cough into a puddle of mud. You crane your neck to look up, eyes adjusting to the bright moon up above, and you attempt to push yourself onto all fours.

Then, there’s a weight on your back, pushing you down into the puddle.

“Are you the one they call Kakashi?” You need to know if this is truly him.

“Yes, and you are Y/N L/N, a former shinobi of the Hidden Cloud Village.”

“Well, isn’t this a lovely way to meet,” you grumble, half of your face dirty from the element.

“I will admit, I’ve never met such a beauty face down in the mud before. It almost makes you look naughty.”

Your cheeks blush quite furiously. “I’m not a dirty whore if that’s what you’re trying to insinuate.”

The weight on your back only grows stronger, the pressure making it hard to breathe. You gather what’s left of your chakra. Hoping you can distract him with your words, you grow an extra leg and hand, shooting them out of you in an arc so that you can attack him at two different angles.

It is laughable how Kakashi deflects your jutsu with such ease. That was the last of your energy. All of it went into that attempt. You had used up so much of your chakra earlier during your mission. One hour of rest wouldn’t be enough to replenish your chakra, and now, you just spent it all.

He reaches down and disrobes you of your Akatsuki uniform. The black cloak with red clouds lays in a crumpled heap in the mud not far away. Turning you over, he kneels next to you. His face is so close to yours. You can feel his mask on your dirty cheek.

“You’re filthy with the scent of other men. It’s disgusting.”

The ninja grabs the waistband of your skirt, pulling the fabric from your body with one sharp tug. He rips your shirt and tights off as well.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Get away from me!” You push at him. You can’t cock your arm back as much as you want to, but you go for the shot anyway.

Unfortunately, he catches your wrist in a crushing grip, just like the hold his clone had on you earlier.

As he holds your wrist, he mounts you. Kakashi slips his hand beneath him. You feel his fingers travel down to your bare cunt. The pad of his thumb works your clit in slow circles, and in complete shame, you find yourself crying out in pleasure.

“Stop it, you fucking freak! You creep! Get off of me!”

A sharp slap across your exposed tit shocks you into silence momentarily. A red handprint is left in the wake of his palm, and the spot he just hit begins throbbing.

“You bastard! You fucking son of a bitch!”

In your rage, you snap at him with your teeth. You have no chakra to build up even with all of your gut twisting fury, but you still try to fight.

Kakashi turns you back on your stomach. Holding both of your wrists in one hand, he pins them to your lower back. Your feet kick against the mud, splattering it everywhere. You have no choice but to turn your cheek against the earth as you take deep breaths from all of the squirming and fighting.

You feel him, all of him, his bare chest to your bare back. You feel his muscles leaning against you for support as he drives himself inside of you with ease from the mud.

“I’m going to get rid of their scent. I’ll fill you up with my come until it’s gone. You don’t know who you’re dealing with, but I know all about you. I know everything there is to know about you. You’ll learn your place soon enough.”

The pounding from behind you causes you to gasp sharply. You spit out as much mud as you can, trying to wrestle your arms from the shinobi so that you can get your face out of the mud puddle.

He thinks your attempts at strength are so cute. He coos at you for trying, making you even angrier. Your temper is palpable, but he pays you no mind. To him, your threat level is the same as a puppy’s. There’s no way in hell you could beat him like this, and you both know it.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” You have to know. He’s acting as if you’re someone special to him, but this is the first time you’ve meet him.

“This mission- fuck -I was supposed to bring you in for interrogation. Your picture, your report- damn, you’re so tight -I couldn’t resist after seeing you in person.”

His primitive grunts feel hot against the shell of your filth covered ear. Your eyes sting with tears. You can feel mud lining your lashes, coating your eyelid.

You never thought you’d hate mud until this very moment. The sticky texture molding against your skin. You feel even dirtier with how Kakashi is treating you.

You feel his slick cock rub against your sensitive walls, and you hate your body’s natural reactions to his ministrations. You thought it would be fun to fight him. Now, you feel completely different after waking up to your partner bleeding from his throat, being attacked, only to end up being violated by one of the most feared ninjas of this generation.

“I’ll guide you. Ah, I’ll teach you right from wrong and show you the better path. There’s a good girl somewhere under there. Just need to find her. Fuck!”

You ball up your fists, feeling mud accumulate underneath your fingernails with every dig into your palms.

You don’t want to be a good girl. You don’t want him to show you the “right way”! Who the fuck is he to tell you what’s right from wrong? Who the hell does he think he is trying to be your guiding light?!

Your body feels heavy, weighed down with the body of another man on top of you. You’re not sure you could hold yourself up even if he did let go of your wrists. There’s a soreness spreading across your back, a tightening between your shoulder blades from being trapped in this position for so long.

The squelching of your throbbing pussy can be heard along with the sounds of his animalistic groans and your guttural cries. Your brain doesn’t know what to make of what’s happening to your body. It’s trying to process things so quickly, and it ends up going blank in the wake of a ball of pressure building up inside of you.

As Kakashi continuously drives his hard length further into you, almost punishing you with it, you find that you can no longer squeeze your thighs anymore, and as you relax, you feel a wave of overwhelming sensations wash over you.

You never imagined you’d feel so horrible after feeling so good for a few moments. You feel guilt, shame, anxiety, bitterness, and hate churn in your stomach as Kakashi pulls out of your leaking sex.

He lets go of your wrists, knowing you don’t have any fight left in you. Beyond tired, you crumble like cake against the mud.

———

After having to endure four more rounds with the Copy Ninja, he pulls rope from his pants that are nearby. Kakashi makes quick work of tying you up with intricate knots.

Coming to a stop at a river, he threatens warns you to behave as he unties you. He’s at least decent enough to clean you up near a river and let you put your shirt and skirt back on, but you are still aware of the fact that both of your clothes are still caked with dirt.

The ninja ties you up again, carrying you over his shoulder back to the Hidden Leaf Village for your inevitable interrogation, but you gulp, knowing that the village is far and you’re traveling alone with Kakashi Hatake.

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slavonicrhapsody · 11 months

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Hi uh you’re kinda my designated Elden ring guy so I just wanted to drop some thoughts I had on you since like who else would get it. If Rykard made the hand monsters (and I assume so due to their look and rings) I feel like it could read of almost another mockery of Radagon and the Will since oh look I can also make finger creatures

I think you’re so spot on with the idea that the fingercreepers make a mockery of the Greater Will!! First of all, though, I’d like to use this as an opportunity to examine Rykard’s relationship with the fingercreepers, since I’ve never made a dedicated deep dive on them before.

The fingercreeper description reads:

“Extremely grotesque creatures resembling malformed hands with many fingers. They often lie in wait, crushing victims as they pass by, and can fire immobilizing projectiles from the ring on their finger.”

They can be found in Caria Manor, the Carian Study Hall, Mt. Gelmir, the Leyndell sewers, and the Mountaintops of the Giants.

Their appearance isn’t a 1:1 match with Rykard’s hands, but they are undoubtably visually similar:

And, it’s noteworthy that the locations the fingercreepers can be found are mostly related to Rykard and his family (similar to the placement of the abductor virgins).

There are also some items that more directly link the fingercreepers to Rykard’s hands:

Recusant finger:

“This furled finger is covered in snake scales. An heirloom of the lord of the Volcano Manor, bequeathed to Tarnished who have become family.”

It sounds kinda crazy, but this description could imply that 1. this is literally one of Rykard’s fingers, and that 2. he cut them off to give to Tarnished, and they presumably grow back? This isn’t out of the realm of possibility… Rykard in his original form had a perfectly normal amount of fingers, but now he’s somehow grown several extra fingers and toes. weird!

Ringed Finger:

“Bludgeon made of an enormous finger sheathed in several heavy rings. Thought to have been cut from an ancestor of the Fingercreeper. Some life yet remains in this legacy of an ancient act of blasphemy, as evidenced by the barely perceptible warmth it still exudes.”

There’s no way this isn’t explicitly one of Rykard’s fingers. It’s sheathed in rings, (in the same style as his own fingers), it’s found at the Gelmir Hero’s Grave, and the item description specifically uses the word “blasphemy.” Which means that Rykard is all but explicitly meant to be the originator of the fingercreepers. This severed finger also lends further credence to the idea that Rykard’s fingers have been severed and grown back, with the severed finger still retaining life inside it.

Taking all of this info into account, my weird theory about the fingercreepers is that Rykard has the ability to cut off his fingers and grow them back, with the severed fingers retaining a life of their own… somehow, some of these severed fingers were able to regrow a whole hand, similar to how in real life, the severed tail of a planaria worm can generate another whole worm. As for the hands in the Sewers and the Mountaintops, I have no idea why they’re there… perhaps the fingercreepers Rykard made went feral and their severed fingers also began to propagate and spread into other areas like an invasive species?

Anyway, back to your original point! I absolutely agree that with the fingercreepers, there’s an intentional theme of mocking the Greater Will’s two fingers. The Recusant’s finger is already a corruption of the Tarnished’s furled finger, twisting the ability to assist your fellow Tarnished into hunting your fellow Tarnished (something seen in-universe as a rejection of the Two Fingers’ guidance). The act of the fingercreepers’ creation is referred to as “an ancient act of blasphemy,” with the result being a grotesque amalgamation of many fingers (a marked visual contrast with the Two Fingers). In this way, they very much read as Rykard’s mocking imitation of the Two Fingers… which slots into Rykard’s wider theme of becoming a grotesque imitation of the Golden Order.

#asks #elden ring #elden ring lore #rykard #rykard lord of blasphemy #it’s like giving the middle finger to the greater will so to speak…#the fingercreepers that cast from the ring literally do that exact motion too LOL

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vellichorom · 1 year

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hey!! That Anon that’s new to the TSP & Narratorverse - thank you so much for explaining things! I’ve gone through the threads you’ve linked and looked at some of the creators connected to them. Also, I have another question (I hope I’m not intruding on your time, and you have no obligation to answer this), but what is the Lovebug sickness thing? I’ve also seen that around.

ok admittedly I actually don't think I'm as knowledgeable with the Lovebug Virus concept as I would be with Paraverse, but as I've actually been engaged with it a LOT as of late & at least understand the base concept ( I think? ), I'll try to relay ALL that I know to you, dear non! & i thoroughly encourage anyone who may know more to add onto my post!

TDLR; in essence an AU / trend begun by user @things1do that stems from the idea of The Stanley Parable, particularly Stan/Nar, getting infected by a particular love-virus! that's pretty much it I think. lovecore parable, baby!

SO - the " Lovebug AU, " also known as " the Love Virus " is a concept originated from the user mentioned above ( Bubo ) in which, if we're to take the tags from this original post to heart, the/their Narrator opened an email with a virus attached ( implied to be the infamous IRL computer worm ILOVEYOU / LOVE_LETTER_FOR_YOU.TXT.vbs or some variation of it? ) & ended up getting the game bugged.

rather than your standard computer bug effects though, said worm corrupts the parable & simply injects a lovecoric aesthetic into everything, which includes - of course, Stanley & the Narrator; shown through individual outfit, aesthetic, & personality shifts to befit. given their popularity as characters & as a couple, they're most often the characters you'll find if you search the AU anywhere, though I believe any character IN the parable can be lovebugged!

MORE INTERPRETIVE LOVEBUG DISCUSSION BELOW;

& beyond this concept, I don't think there's been much other story added to it? at least, not from Bubo, from what I can tell. truth be told, i think the concept of the Lovebug Virus is just a good, canonically appropriate excuse to draw Parablites in lovecoric outfits & doing shippy/affectionate things with one another!

...but that's not stopped some people.

given the rather open concept with no apparent set story beyond a simple shtick, people have taken it in NUMEROUS different directions with their respective Parable renditions & interpretations.

some stick with the simplicity of the original concept; some others decide to take it a bit further & really harp on the " virus " side of things, either turning it into a literal sickness on cold with a flu or some kind of unfavorable phenomenon in terms of bodily health or the game's code; some others make it a one-sided thing from either Stanley or the Narrator's POV, with the other trying to avoid or cure them- & on that note, I've even seen it translated as a sort of lovecoric zombie virus ( hi @blackkatdraws ); some take it in a more Visceral or thought-provokingly disturbing direction with the virus enhancing the affected's feelings to an obsessive / destructive degree; & then you've got some that take it as an excuse to depict stan/nar as more Lustful, with befitting, revealing / promiscuous clothes to boot. ( you know who you are & i know WHAT you are )

etc etc -- & to each their own, i suppose! it's a very loose, interpretation-based concept that you can really push & play & have fun with, so long as you stick to the main " hearts, pink & red, lovey " theme!

ALSO HI-

I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR ACTUALLY TAKING YOUR VALUABLE TIME TO LOOK THROUGH THE LAST POST & MAYBE EVEN THIS ONE; it makes me so very happy to know you took the time to look into my ( maybe needless ) ramble esp when i tried putting a lot of dedication in it, & i LOOOOVE to talk to excess & i love to be thorough about WHATEVER it is i'm explaining, so thank you forever & i'm so VERY VERY happy that hopefully it'll lead you to finding some TSP creators you may want to get into! this is going to be us if you keep that up

#anonymous #inbox #The Stanley Parable #The Stanley Parable Ultra Delxue #TSP #TSP blogging #kissing op on the head #& giving THEM THE VIRUS #BUT YEAH IT'S A FAIRLY STANDARD CONCEPT FROM WHAT I'VE GATHERED #Lovebug AU

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Been another very tiring week so I won't be able to get the next update out today -- in the meantime, I'll toss some ask responses under the cut! Ended up getting pretty into the weeds with these ones, haha.

Edit: Someone sent in an ask less than a minute after I posted, so I snuck it in at the end.

Alalia doesn't know the exact circumstances that led to the burn scars (i.e. the doll), but she can extrapolate that it's related in some way to him being the Wall of Flesh. She doesn't know every minutiae of how his whole deal works (her comment of "I didn't know what would become of you!" was originally written in the script as something along the lines of "And you made it to adulthood too -- truth be told, I didn't know what would happen to you!". Basically saying that she didn't know if he'd even grow up, or if he'd go the other route and end up an old man with an unnaturally prolonged life, or be continually reborn young, and so on. In reality, he just ended up not aging after reaching maturity).

Andrew often doesn't bother concealing his scars when he's alone (ex. here and here) for casual comfort, and while he doesn't know Alalia on a personal level he knows what she is and implicitly trusts her because of that. She's older, a direct creation of Terraria, and a part of the natural world. If she comments on it it becomes a segue for him to talk to her about the circumstances that led to making the doll, and if she doesn't, then he can assume she either doesn't care or made a guess but most importantly isn't judging him about it.

So to explain my thoughts on this I first want to talk about the Wall of Flesh's design. The Wall of Flesh visually serves as a very neat intermediary between pre-hardmode and hardmode (specifically Moon Lord):

You've got the obvious design parallels of the Eye of Cthulhu's first and second phase // The Wall of Flesh's two eyes shooting lasers and mouth design // The Twins and their attacks // The Moon Lord and the True Eye of Cthulhu's beam attacks.

Then there's the leeches spawned by the Wall of Flesh paralleling the Moon Leech Clot: the Wall of Flesh's leeches are described as "a worm-like parasite spit forth from the Wall of Flesh, filled with the lifeblood of its host. This blood has healing properties." This contrasts with when (what is apparently the Moon Lord's tongue according to the wiki, haha, but is in my opinion visually similar to the WoF leeches) grabs the player during its fight and produces a Moon Leech Clot, which heals the Moon Lord instead.

And if you're running a Corruption world, you can at least make an argument connecting the Eater of Worlds both to the leeches and the Hungry (at least in theme), then tying in the Destroyer as well, though the official bestiary lore is kind of a mess in this regard (the Destroyer is meant to be Cthulhu's...spine? And the Eater of Worlds is just a thing? It's confusing, so I've been taking some creative liberties in the comic to tie it together nicely).

Then if you're on a Crimson world, the whole "flesh" theme of the WoF serves as a nice in-between for the Brain of Cthulhu and Moon Lord's actual design.

This is a lot of words to explain that within the context of Purity Town, the "reason" for many of these design parallels is due to how it all links back to Cthulhu/Moon Lord.

Ripped-off pieces of the Moon Lord, or beings that arose from the chaos it wrought --> The Eye of Cthulhu, the Eater of Worlds

The ancient magics and chaos and light and dark all locked away until the world has healed enough to release them again (or the Moon Lord is near enough return that their power is necessary to kill it once and for all) --> The Wall of Flesh

Artificial constructions designed from the aforementioned parts of Cthulhu and monsters made from its power --> The Mechanical Bosses

The Moon Lord itself.

Malik's comment about Andrew being the Moon Lord's son, as much as he's clowned on immediately after about it, isn't entirely out there. Malik has a good sense for monsters and magic and curses (as do other characters like the Witch Doctor), and can put together that Andrew gives him the same vibes as a lot of the eldritch monsters out there. He just doesn't know that it's due to Andrew being the sort of human-avatar-thing for what is effectively the barrier/guardian holding back a lot of that power.

(On the other side of things: Andrew doesn't know who his actual, biological father is. He had a father figure of sorts in the form of his mentor, James, and was content with that. At the end of the day, everyone involved except for him has been dead for around four centuries at this point, so he's never going to get an answer and doesn't really care. And if he did have, say, a half-sibling out there or something on his dad's side: once again, it's been four-hundred years, so any living "relatives" will be very, very far removed from his family and culture. Technically this means he can't personally dispute the idea that he's not the son of Moon Lord or whatever, but as far as he knows his dad was a human, and he and his brother share the same dad.)

All that out of the way: your idea of the Guide's father being related to the cult is super cool!! Andrew does still have some ties to the Lunatic Cult in Purity Town, though it's less the Cult itself and more just the Cultist. The idea of his father being a manifest of Cthulhu and kickstarting the Cult and all the ideas that could spiral off of that- I really like the concept!

Yeah of course!! My tagging system on my main blog is non-existent (i.e. I really ought to actually start tagging things), but I reblog fanart there!

Of course if you want to just draw the characters for fun and not share you're not obligated to, but I'd love to see it if you choose to share!

#purity town #not an update #pt asks #I didn't mean for this to be so late but I ended up adding a lot of details

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rollinouttahere-writes · 2 months

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I am begging for literally anything for Lafitte please I'm desperate

At His Mercy

Laffitte x GN!Reader

2.8k words

Warnings: police brutality, power imbalance, coercion, Laffitte being a warning in and of himself, yandere themes

Corruption was a common occurrence in this world. The laws- if you could even call them that- were based around the whims of some high and mighty pricks that thought they were better than the rest of the world. Worse yet, these whims were enforced by the marines without question. It was easy to feel like justice was a mere concept to be thought of but never realized.

Doubly so when your local police officers were just as bad, if not worse. Particularly one of them.

Laffitte was a man to be feared, and of course he managed to worm his way into a position of power, like most of his kind do. Having someone like him in the position of a sheriff was nothing short of terrifying.

Every second you spent out on the streets of your hometown were spent in terror, wondering when he would find some minor infraction to assault you over. For whatever ungodly reason, he seemed to have a special interest in you. Oh, what you wouldn’t give to know why he was intrigued so that you could change immediately.

Right now, all you wanted to do was get home as quickly as possible. Unfortunately for you, the only place to get groceries in town just so happened to be opposite of where your home was. You couldn’t even run home, lest you risk giving him “probable cause” to “investigate” you. Instead, you had to settle for walking.

The bag of groceries you’re carrying are almost dropped when loud screams sound out from an alleyway. In a better world, you would run to help. But in this one, the real one, you keep your head down and walk faster. It isn’t hard to guess what’s happening in the alley. Especially when you hear the man plead and beg, swearing that he’ll never do it again. It’s best to mind your business around here.

You don’t make it more than a block before you hear a voice directly behind you.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

The voice is almost sing-song. Light and melodic. A stark contrast to the owner of said voice.

Swallowing your fear, you do your best to speak evenly, “Good evening, Sheriff Laffitte.”

He chuckles, “How formal. I’ve told you, you can simply call me by my name.” Laffitte fell in step beside you, his towering form casting a large shadow.

“Ah, right. How could I forget?” The implied closeness and familiarity of just using his name disgusted you, but you couldn’t show that.

Mercifully, Laffitte didn’t carry on the conversation further, rather choosing to whistle some tune you didn’t recognize. He continues walking directly beside you, something that he was most certainly doing intentionally. With his long legs, he could outpace you in a second. Instead, he kept right by your side.

Despite knowing you shouldn't, you hazard a glance at the man beside you. You watch out of the corner of your eye as he pulls out a handkerchief and begins wiping down his weapon of choice. A large, wooden baton. Blood was splattered over almost every inch of it and dripped onto the ground. Laffitte continued to casually whistle while cleaning the gore off it. The red liquid stained his white handkerchief more with every swipe.

Laffitte caught your stare, his burgundy lips pulled up into a smirk. He spoke in a tone of mock concern, “Oh, don’t worry your little head about this. That no good purse-snatcher won’t be trying anything again anytime soon, definitely not with all of those broken fingers.” The now clean baton was slid back into its holster, and the bloodied handkerchief was stuffed into a pocket on his uniform. “It’s hard work, but I’m happy to make this town a safer place for obedient citizens such as yourself.”

The way he emphasized the word obedient made your skin scrawl. You saw the way his gaze lingered on you expectantly, and you knew what he wanted. You weren’t bold enough to not give it to him. “Thank you for keeping this town safe, Sheriff Laffitte.”

A quiet, strained chuckle came from him, “If only you would follow my personal requests as well as you follow the law, dear. Laffitte, just call me Laffitte.” His stare hardened, waiting for you to correct yourself.

“R-Right, sorry. Thank you, Laffitte.”

“That’s more like it,” his voice lost the edge it previously had, thankfully. Much to your dismay, he continued to walk alongside you with slow and measured steps. People ahead of you were crossing the street to get away from him, something he appeared to be taking delight in if his growing sneer was anything to go off of.

“A little birdie told me you picked up another job recently.” The words were spoken evenly, “Is everything okay? You’re not having financial troubles, are you?”

Internally, you cursed. Of course he would catch wind of that. You hug your bag of groceries tighter, “No, nothing like that. I just wanted some extra money… You never know when there will be an emergency.”

“That is true.” He hummed in thought, hanging his head slightly to be able to stare at you better. “Still, I wouldn’t want you to work yourself to the bone. You know, if you ever need anything, you can come to me. I am here to help after all.” One of his hands settled on your shoulder, guiding you ever so slightly closer to him.

“That’s… very kind of you.” It took everything you had not to openly cringe from his touch. He is the last person you would ever ask for help, you would rather take your chances with pirates than him.

“Of course, it’s my pleasure.” His fingers started to knead your shoulder with more force than necessary. It was bordering on painful, and wholly uncomfortable.

A loud commotion broke out in the bar nearby, bringing Laffitte to a halt. You were forced to stop with him thanks to the iron grip he had on your shoulder. It sounded like a typical bar fight with drunken yelling and furniture crashing.

To the sheriff next to you, this was like blood in the water. A wide, malicious grin spread across his face as he released your shoulder after a brief squeeze in favor of grasping his baton. He tips his hat to you, “Well, duty calls. Hurry on home now, I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

The instant he strolled into the bar, a hush fell over the crowd. You didn’t stick around long enough to hear the silence turn to screams. You break into a light jog now that you know Laffitte is otherwise occupied.

Having such an exchange with the sheriff left your heart pounding. He was absolutely suspicious of you now, that much was clear. You would need to be extra careful going forward. Him figuring out what you were up to now would be the worst case scenario.

In two weeks time, a large cargo ship would be docking at the island for a couple of days to sell goods to the locals. They travel all over the four blue seas. If you offer enough money for room and board on the ship, you’re sure that this could be your chance to get the hell out of here. You’re unsure of how much this will cost, especially since you want to go as far as the East Blue, so you’re working your ass off to scrape together as much money as possible. Both for the sake of getting onboard, but also to help you get your new life started.

You aren’t the only one planning on doing this. With how much Laffitte and other officers have been escalating, everyone is terrified. This fact does make you a little nervous since it could very well increase the chances of Laffitte noticing your departure, but you had to take the risk. While what you were doing wasn’t illegal, you wouldn’t put it past him to invent a reason to arrest you and keep you off that ship. The less he knew, the better.

Once you’re home, you set your groceries on the table and go to your closet. Inside, you rip up a floorboard and pull out a small box. You unlock it and pull out today’s wages from your pocket and stuff it inside. You’ve got a nice little nest egg here, so you feel confident that you’ll be able to get on the cargo ship. The box is put back in its hiding place and you return to the kitchen to put the food away.

If you can just keep your head down, everything will be fine. You’re sure of it.

—

Today was the day. The cargo ship departed tonight, and you were going to be on it. The cost was a bit higher than you initially expected, but it would be well worth it. As long as you were off this hell hole of an island and could kiss the West Blue goodbye, you would be happy.

Night had already fallen over the island. You had a small bag packed with the most crucial essentials in it, not wanting to slow yourself down by carrying too much. It was risky, but you decided to head for the docks by taking back roads and alleyways. Sure, bad people could be lurking around these areas, but if you took the main roads, you ran the risk of encountering Laffitte. There would be no believable way to explain away your suitcase.

The docks weren't too much further now, and you walked faster, excited for this nightmare to be over.

Something odd caught your eye. There was this bright light coming from the docks. You slowed your gait, and crept closer to the exit of the alley you were in. Hesitantly, you peek around the corner, and your heart sank when you saw where the light was coming from.

The ship was on fire.

Dozens of people were strewn about the docks, all appearing to be handcuffed and surrounded by police officers. Your hand flew up to your mouth to keep yourself from making a sound as you slowly backed away. This was bad. This was really bad! You need to get home now! You turn and run, only to immediately crash into something. No… Someone.

Hands clamped onto your shoulders, keeping you from trying to run again. Laffitte towered over you, clicking his tongue. “I must say, I’m awfully disappointed in you. Truly, I thought you were better than this.”

“I- I- I don’t know what you’re talking about! I haven’t done anything wrong!” The terror coursing through your veins made it impossible to stay calm and collected.

“You don’t? Is that your story? You have nothing to do with that ship over there?” His voice is nothing but condescending, and the wide grin on his face only makes it worse. He’s bent down so that your faces are only inches apart.

“I don’t! I was just out for a walk and came closer when I saw the fire! That’s it!” You were pleading with him desperately now to believe you.

His grin widened, and he returned to his full height. “If you truly had nothing to do with that ship, then why,” he pulled a booklet from his back pocket and flipped to a specific page in it, “is your name in the ship manifest?”

Your heart falls into your stomach as he holds the booklet out, with your name written plain as day on the page amongst all the other people who were supposed to be onboard. “It.. It’s not what it looks like,” you can barely get the words out past the lump in your throat.

Laffitte slams the book shut and returns it to his pocket. “It’s not? Then why do you have a suitcase? Most people don’t take one of those on a late night stroll with them.” He holds his hand out expectantly with a pointed look. You don’t want to hand it over to him, but you know better than to do something to upset him. Shakily, you hold it out to him.

He takes the suitcase, only to immediately toss it to the side and grab your wrist. He spins you so that you’re facing away from him and you can feel the cool steel of handcuffs clamp around your wrists. Your panic is instinctual and you try to wrench yourself away from him. The effort is all in vain, you’re unable to make his hands budge at all.

A gloved hand grabs your chin and twists your head around to force you to look Laffitte in the eyes. “Stop that. You are only going to make this worse for yourself. Do you really want to also be charged with resisting arrest and interfering with an investigation?” His voice maintained its typical playful tone, but the look in his eyes was downright predatory.

Hot tears poured down your face as it fully hit you how bad this was. “Please! I haven’t done anything wrong! I just bought a ticket!”

Silence hung in the air as Laffitte distinctly didn’t answer you. He backed you into a wall in the alley and brought out a second pair of handcuffs. He locked one around the chain of the pair you were already wearing, while the other one was put onto a pipe jutting out of the wall. Not only were you handcuffed, but now you couldn’t even move. This only made you sob harder.

Laffitte started rummaging through your suitcase, paying your cries very little mind. After a lull in conversation, he speaks up again, “Do you know why the cargo ship is on fire?” He took your silence as a cue to keep going, “We got a tip that there may be some illegal activities going on, so of course I had to do my due diligence and investigate. And you know what I found? All kinds of contraband. Drugs, weapons, and many other things that they shouldn’t have had, and were trying to infect our community with.”

“I didn’t know about any of that, I swear!”

Your suitcase was shut and pushed to the side. Laffitte crouched down so that he could be at eye level with you. An expression of faux-compassion decorated his face like a mocking mask. “I want to believe you, I really do, but you have to look at this from my perspective. I caught you sneaking around alleys with a packed bag, ready to board a ship full of criminals. It’s your word against all of my evidence.”

This is so unfair, none of this was supposed to happen. You should be setting sail to start a new life, and now you’re about to be brutalized and thrown in prison. In a last ditch effort, you repeat your previous pleas, “I promise you I didn’t know, I just wanted to leave and get a fresh start somewhere else.”

It was remarkably brief, but there was a flicker of irritation across his face before it was replaced with a sickening grin. “Tell you what, let’s make a deal.”

The offer leaves you dumbstruck, “H-Huh?”

“Since I’m so nice, and this is your first offense, I’m willing to work with you. Let’s talk this out. Maybe if you come clean and are completely honest with me, I can pull a few strings and drop these charges.” He reaches behind you and removes the second set of cuffs from the pipe. “However… I do have a reputation to uphold. I can’t let just anyone witness me giving you special treatment, so we’re going to have this talk at my private home rather than the sheriff’s office. Alright?”

All you can do is gawk at him and try not to break down in tears again. You know that nothing good can come from this.

“Unless you really want to go to jail tonight? It’s an awfully rough place, I can’t imagine you would fare well. So tell me what you want. Do you want to spend your foreseeable future in a cell, or do you want to come with me?”

You’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t. But… if you go with Laffitte, you’ll only have to deal with one officer. The voice you speak in is hoarse and barely above a whisper as you resign yourself to this fate, “I’ll go with you.”

“Wonderful, I knew you would make the smart decision.” He picked up your suitcase with one hand and guided you with the other. “I’m sure we’ll be able to get something worked out between us that will make this whole, awful mistake of yours disappear.”

What this mistake will be replaced with makes you shudder in fear, especially as you feel Laffitte’s hand drift further and further down.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #laffitte #laffitte one piece #laffitte x reader #yandere #reader insert #x reader

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look-how-they-massacred-them · 9 months

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Orko

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Orko is a wizard from another dimension that operates on logic backwards to our own - in his home dimension of Trolla, Orko is a powerful wizard, but outside of that dimension he is unable to perform magic without the use of an aid like a wand or amulet. Due to circumstances beyond his control, he is left stranded outside of his dimension on the planet of Eternia, but is taken in by the Royal Family as gratitude for saving the prince and made the Royal Jester/Magician (this title tends to vary depending on what series you're looking at). In the series he was created for (the 1983 Filmation Masters of The Universe cartoon), Orko's inability to do magic on Eternia tends to leave him depressed and feeling as if he needs to 'prove' himself or be 'useful', but his friends constantly reassure him that they love him magic or no, and a major theme of Orko-centric episodes, even when they aren't dealing with his feelings of insecurity, is that he's surrounded by people who love and support him.

Whether it's Adam, the prince he rescued/essentially grew up with and who trusts him with his secret of being He-Man, Man-At-Arms, his father figure of sorts who starts off the series not liking him that much but grows to genuinely care for him by the end, or any of his family and friends on Trolla once he finds a way back to his home dimension, the people in Orko's life love him no matter what. Personality-wise, he's a very sweet (if occasionally smug or overconfident) person, who's quick to judge and can hold a grudge but also deeply cares for his friends and loved ones. He can be a bit naive at times, but he's not innocent, and he's equal parts theatrical and anxious depending on how well his magic is working that day. This characterization stayed mostly consistent throughout the first generation of Masters of The Universe, which was comprised of the Filmation cartoon and numerous comics, books, and magazines (the Egmont comics changed his backstory so that he just shows up one day and is secretly mentoring Adam which is a whole can of worms that numerous other fans have discussed much better than I could and the German audiodramas made him much more self-centered and smug, but those two are really the only major changes), but after the first generation of MOTU ended in 1988 and the series moved on to New Adventures in the 90s and numerous reboots from the 2000s until now, things changed.

Orko disappeared from the 90s series entirely, although there were plans early in development to include him, and in the 2002 series the message of "Orko is loved regardless of whether he can do magic or not and doesn't need to prove himself to anyone" becomes "Orko is useless and only kept around because he makes people happy, but that's okay because he can become useful!" When Orko plans on leaving Eternia in the 2002 series, instead of assuring him that he's loved and wanted his friends HELP him with his runaway plans, and instead of him realizing that he doesn't need to be 'useful' to stay in Eternia he ends up finding his wand and staying because he's 'useful' now. Beyond that, he's treated as being in the wrong for wanting things for himself, isn't allowed to fix his own mistakes, and is implied to not only be trapped in Eternia forever, but also doomed to get stuck in the past and take on a new identity as the Oracle.

The 2012 DC comic massacred him even further by making him an outright villain, then eventually retconning it so that he was being controlled/possessed/corrupted by the skull of Horde Prime, but this is treated as a plot twist and something the main characters had no idea about despite the skull turning him into Dark Orko, A MASSIVE FLAMING DEMON WITH HORNS AND A NIGHTMARE FACE (which is more of a massacre than it seems on the surface because Orko's species, the Trollans, only show their faces to the people they love but with this edgy redesign his face is now on display to everyone in the comic who fights him).

When not possessed, DC!Orko seemingly only has two character traits ("sweet" and "funny,") is called a "would-be wizard" and referred to as Grayskull's "mascot" despite being an entire living sentient being, and never shows up in-person again after the Dark Orko arc despite it ending with Adam swearing to save him. He appears in a "bad future" story, and his silhouette appears in the final issue, but other than that he's gone.

Loo-Kee, a character who Adam never even meets face to face and is essentially only included as a cameo character, is shown more respect than Orko in the DC comics, showing up in Adam's mind during a scene that supposedly contains every person he's ever known while Orko doesn't even get mentioned. The Classics series of comics and toys utilizes Orko's Egmont backstory of "super special guy who was sent to watch over Adam and was always planned to come to Eternia", reduces him to nothing but "the funny one," and then HAS HIM COMMIT GENOCIDE AGAINST THE SNAKE MEN. Even the most recent two installments in the franchise, Revelation and the Core/CGI series, are not immune to Orko massacring.

Revelation changes his backstory so that he was ALWAYS bad at magic instead of only having issues when he came to Eternia, which would be fine and an interesting interpretation of his character (the 1987 Power Tour managed to pull off a similar concept quite well), except it gets 'fixed' in the same episode it gets brought up and he instantly becomes a mega super hyper god of magic after getting a single pep talk.

Core/CGI Orko gets it even worse - in this series, he's a robot named Ork-0 who has the memories of the original Orko implanted into him by accident and has to learn how to become his own person while still honoring the legacy of Orko the Great, except his arc is never treated seriously, cut short, and eventually just reversed altogether with Ork-0 suddenly becoming a-okay with being referred to as Orko in Season 3 and learning how to become a mega super hyper god of magic after getting a single pep talk AGAIN despite him FINALLY accepting that he couldn't do magic as a robot and learning to find joy in science! And from the looks of the Core/CGI art book, his storyline next season will end up possibly being even worse, with him stuck on Eternia while most of the main cast go to Earth and having to make a new Masters team despite there already BEING a second Masters team!

80s Orko wasn't perfect - the Filmation series was prone to flanderization as it went on, and the Marvel Star comics are atrocious with the way they treat his character - but for the most part he was a good, oftentimes even great, character that could be interpreted numerous ways, most commonly as a metaphor for disability. As the years have gone on, however, he's been massacred over and over again, most likely due to an influx of fans in the early years of the internet who considered him 'dumb' or 'annoying', and we're only just beginning to move beyond this viewpoint now. This man has been massacred SO BAD, which especially hurts because he's been my favorite character since I was a high schooler.

(my apologies for this being so long, I just love this character a lot and he means a great deal to me)

Orko started out as the goofy little comic relief, sure, but he had character to him. He was insecure about his inconsistent magic abilities. Since he grew up extremely skilled with magic, he came to associate this skill with his self worth, and so when he ended up on Eternia, which operated with a different magic system and scrambled his ability to do magic, it left him struggling to believe that anyone would want him as a friend if he couldn't be of use to them.

There is one episode, the Rarest Gift of All, in which he decides to return to Trolla under the belief that no one in the palace wants him around after he accidentally causes a fire. He goes to the Sorceress to get her to send him home and she ends up showing him that the others are searching for him worried sick and that they actually do care about him and love him regardless of whether he can do magic. Then came the 2002 show. It made its own take on the same premise, with Orko messing up his magic and causing billions in property damage and deciding to run off to the sorceress to get him home because, as an incompetent jester, he's of no use to the rest of the palace while they are in the middle of a major war. The Sorceress (or rather her disguised as some random old guy idk they never explain why she did that lmao), in this version, instead shows him that he DOES have use to them; his failure is funny and makes them laugh!! Which is bad enough, since it makes no attempt to claim that they actually do love him unconditionally.

But also... Orko's role in 2002 is SO diminished that he is hardly EVER shown actually entertaining others outside of this flashback. Once the war starts in episode 1, all his attempts to do what is shown in the flashback, cheering up others, is ignored at best or harshly reprimanded at worst. This gets even worse by the time we get to the garden episode. Orko wants a new job because he's sick and tired of not having anything important to do while everyone else is sent on missions, so he finally gets a job refurbishing the garden. Ultimately, he can't do it and the episode treats him admitting it as a good thing...

AND THEN NOBODY EVER ACTUALLY TRIES TO FIND A REPLACEMENT JOB FOR HIM. HE JUST GOES BACK TO BEING THE JESTER NO ONE WATCHES BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL OUT ON MISSIONS ALL THE TIME!! Late season 2 episode ""Second Skin"" does actually try to involve Orko more in the plot, sure. But despite ending on a note that would imply that Orko is going to involve himself more in the story, that episode ends up being the LAST EPISODE HE EVER APPEARS IN.

The tie in comics tried again with the ""Orko runs away"" plot and introduced A New Problem that would plague this and future iterations: the insistence on Orko's end goal to be ""get good at magic again""

This does not work because that is not a good lesson. He'd only be getting better at magic solely so he could be liked. But the writers i guess just kinda missed this important part of his character arc because the comic ends with him being rewarded with the wand that he lost that was supposed to keep his magic working (they don't explain how it survived being digested by a swamp hopper) and thats the last we see of him. He doesn't even appear in the 200X portion of the multiverse comic. Revelation came along and things got somewhat better, I mean, at least the characters treated him better than they did in 200x. But it still fell into the trap of having Orko's competence in magic being the end goal!!! It even changed his backstory so that he was ALWAYS bad at magic, even on trolla, which is just. erasing half of the dynamic of his intended character arc. Barely anyone gets to even react to his grand return where he's good at magic now because this show had ridiculously quick pacing to the point where characters did not get to properly react to ANYTHING towards the end of the show. CGI technically split orko into two characters, Ork-0 and Orko the great, Ork-0 being a robot with the latter's memories. ork-0 is decent as a character but there's a whole episode where he's insecure about his lack of magic since he's a robot now and the others reassure him that they love him either way... and then due to plot shenanigans they later just abandon him to babysit his clones and only come back to see him when they need him to do some magic for them, forcing him to learn on the spot. Nice. Great. Fantastic. Orko the great on the other hand is fine except. They gave him horrific Legs for exactly one shot and. Why did they do that. Aside from that, we have the comics. Won't go into them too much since they're not as well known as the cartoons but from the top of my head we got: - Marvel Star, in which everyone was really mean to Orko for no reason, and they put him in danger WHILE HE WAS INCAPACITATED without even an ounce of concern - Classics, which changed his backstory to that of Oh, Actually, he was deliberately downplaying his magic ability so the villains wouldn't see him as a threat! and he actually Can do magic now :) Yayyyy he can participate in the many many battles now!!! - 2012, the most infamous of the orko mistreatment, where they decided to make him a twist villain who was actually super evil and this was so poorly recieved they had to retcon it and say he was brainwashed instead. He man promises to save orko and he never does because the canon reset shortly after that.

Propaganda:

Tumblr user whymustablogbenamed has a post called ""How 200x Mishandled the Runaway Plot"" discussing the differences between the ""Orko feels he's not useful and runs away"" plots of the 80s/generation one and those of the 2002 series that goes into much better detail than I could here, I highly recommend checking that post out. Likewise, Tumblr user relatable-pictures-of-orko has several excellent posts about Orko's treatment throughout the franchise's history, such as their ""WHY LESSONS EXEMPLIFIES EVERYTHING WRONG WITH 200X"" analysis. I have a post on my own blog (madamegemknight) where I go into detail about CGI's Ork-0 and how not even the showrunners knew what to do with him as evidenced by the numerous contradictory claims made during interviews and in the artbook, but it doesn't have a title - if you search 'ork-0' on my blog it should be in the first few results though. I would also like to point out that the treatment of the Trollans parallels Orko's own treatment, and that him getting massacred typically means that his entire species will in turn. Sometimes it's even a LITERAL massacre, like the 2012 DC comic turning them into mindless beasts who exist solely for He-Man and Superman to kill in a fight scene or Revelation implying they might all (minus Orko) be dead due to a lack of magic. This isn't always the case - the aforementioned Power Tour does a great job at handling Orko's character, but doesn't mention the Trollans at all because of the limited time available in a live show to tell a story - but it's usually a prevalent connection.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qq3_YC8SyK8 picture of the aforementioned horrific legs (leg warning) https://64.media.tumblr.com/227eeba7d93d71833c4fd95037873418/2c0fcbe4cb43c1d6-fd/s640x960/2758c9ba6b56e9ce81eb0841c28d065c5849d620.pnj https://64.media.tumblr.com/3509190914fb08dcaf9c020d149f6569/f6ded1e537416cce-3e/s1280x1920/72e283d934df183ea32cff10ad51b2fded3160fc.jpg

#look how they massacred them poll #look how they massacred my boy #he man motu #he man 1983 #he man #masters of the universe #motu #motu orko #orko

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wellwrittenevilbitch · 6 months

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Who is the better written evil bitch!

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Erebus

Anyone vaguely aware of Warhammer may know that pretty much everything is horrible for almost everyone involved. Erebus is responsible for a surprisingly large amount of it.

His horrible crimes started when he was boy, back then he wasn't even called Erebus. When she was a kid he already was known to be such a horrendous kid that his parents told him to be more like their neighbour's boy: Erebus. His response was to kill the original Erebus and steal his identity.

After this he joined the space marines under command of another man named Lorgar Aurelian. Erebus, in this time, followed the chaos gods, a set of four gods who pretty much rule over hell/afterlife. The chaos gods are very malevolent and Erebus was very much okay with that as long as he got what he wanted from that. Erebus used his position to slowly corrupt his lord Lorgar to follow chaos as well, and after that he corrupted Horus (another lord of another group of space marines) with a poisoned knife and magic gained from the chaos gods. This kickstarted the Horus Heresy: a galactic civil war in the imperium which culminated in the death of the emperor of mankind and a large group of the imperium falling to chaos and causing irreparable damage to the imperium at large. Meanwhile Erebus never stopped scheming to gain more power. Backstabbing and turning on friend and foe alike if it would gain him more power, sadly never getting what he deserves.

All for one:

Tbh, there's so much to tell about him, I'm kinda at a loss where to start and what to tell here. This is gonna be very rambly, so, sorry lol.

So. All For One. He's the Evil Bitch Supreme. He does awful, evil, terrible things for his own profit (and also for fun), he's completely unapologetic, he's fully self-aware, he knows that the things he's doing are evil. In fact, he's doing all that heinous shit on purpose. He's being evil quite literally on purpose. Because he's playing a character. His favourite comic book villain, to be exact, and essentially is trying to write a 'fix-it' fanfic where his blorbo wins into reality. I'm not gonna go into how exactly he operates, his parasitic nature, his extremely weird and complicated relationship and obsession with his younger brother (that's a whole other can of worms), just gonna talk a little bit about his overall personality.

Unlike other villains in the story, he avoids being humanised. He doesn't want to be humanised. His face is hidden from the readers for 3/4 of the story. His real name is unknown. He glorifies and takes power in the idea of being dehumanised, being just a villain, just a monster. But knowing MHA's themes - no one is inherently a villain. There is no 'inhuman' monsters. They are all very much human. His villain persona isn't just him playing a character, it's more than just him playing a character - it's a form of escapism. So what is he escaping away from? What would force someone to go that far into their own escapism? What would make someone feel that being seen as a monster is better than being seen as a human?

He believes that a person's destiny is defined by their quirk, and that everyone are characters with roles and paths they cannot stray away from. And in his mind, he's also the one who defines those roles and writes the narrative for them. Shigaraki Tomura (Real name: Shimura Tenko), his pupil and 'successor' (whom he kidnapped at the age of 5 and groomed into this 'Shigaraki Tomura' persona for 15 years, btw), is essentially his OC that he based on an evil and obedient version of his late younger brother and that he later tries to quite literally self-insert himself into. And he applies that to himself, too. His villain name is the name of his quirk. He even implies a few times that he is a bit of a kleptomaniac when it comes to quirks, and that he cannot help it because it's HIS (quirk's) nature. In fact, any time someone does not follow his narrative, and acts outside of the little box AFO put them into in his own mind, he goes absolutely livid, shaking, crying, shitting himself, because they're breaking his Immersion the story that he's writing. By trying to be not just the writer, but also the main character and the main villain, he inserted himself into the story, and became bound to it's rules. And if there's a rule in this story, it's that all villains are just people. The further we go, more and more glimpses of his humanity are being shown, despite him desperately trying to hide away that he's just a weak, pitiful person who chose to perpetuate the cycle of abuse done to him and other meta-humans during the Emergence of Quirks era.

#Erebus #All for one #Mha #warhammer 40000 #Warhammer #erebius

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jo-harrington · 6 months

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Hymn's of Heaven request: nachzehrer

A Nachzehrer, which translates to "afterwards devourer/sapper of energy," is a cross between a vampire and a ghoul. As the lore goes, after someone commits suicide or dies an accidental death, their body transforms into a flesh-hungry undead monster in the grave.

Sounds like a toxic relationship. *ba dum tsss*

We find ourselves with another Requiem from Hell and much like Kraken was for Heaven, this is going to get a little...abstract. Bare with me. Suspend your sense of disbelief.

Pairing: Kas!Eddie/Reader -OR- Kas!Eddie/OC (The Knight)

Themes/Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort (sure), Supernatural Elements, Smut, Handjob, Dry Humping, Sexual Encounter with a Ghost(? In theory?), Monsterfucking (kinda), Bloodletting (I guess)

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

In a place where everything belonged to Henry--even him--you solely belonged to Eddie.

Even if he didn't want you.

You were a parasite. A tiny bit of gentleness in the harsh terrain of his mind with a loving voice in his ear and your phantom touch at the most inconvenient times. Clearly a figment of his imagination or some last remnant of his humanity that clung to the very corners of his being. The last bit of Eddie Munson that simply would not die, personified by you.

It made his skin crawl.

But he craved it. Hungered for it as much as he hungered for blood. Maybe even more. You were cathartic.

He hated you.

He began avoiding the trailer, which was where he believed you resided. You always showed up when he stopped by to "pass the time." He'd destroyed the guitar some time ago, as much as it pained him to do so, simply because he thought that would destroy you too. But you remained, hissing in his ear.

"Now why did you go and do something so fucking dumb like that."

There was venom in your voice. He imagined the patronizing grin you'd give him, even though he couldn't see you. He liked it. Wondered if he could corrupt you further. Make you more like him. But you didn't stay for long, simply phased through him and dissolved into the void once again.

He wasn't sure why he didn't just tell Henry about you. Perhaps you were some kind of trick, another one of his creations, a test of obedience and loyalty made from memories. One mention to his master and surely you'd be removed. Extracted from his head, torn to pieces, obliterated. Test passed, loyalty ensured.

But every time he thought about it something akin to pain would form beneath his ribcage and he let it go.

Then he'd take the opportunity to visit you again. His hunger for you insatiable. He'd let you dote on him for a while.

He loathed you.

At some point in this never-ending eternity that he was bound to in the Upside Down, his hunger turned.

He could say that he didn't know what sparked it, but that would be a lie.

He was a disgusting being.

Henry had told him that as he dug and ripped through his mind at the end of his human life and the beginning of...whatever this existence was. Images of him rapidly pumping his fist while he flipped through a magazine, quick fucks in dark hallways, desperation to be one with someone, be understood and accepted by someone, whispered confessions of love as he transcended the earthly plane through pleasure.

Used the images to taunt him, remind him that he was a hedonistic worm that simply sought out his own pleasure. Even worse, sought out connection with others. Only to remind him that in the end, he was still alone.

So as he soared above the vastness of the Upside Down, as he stared down into the quarry and witnessed the writing masses of creatures as they engaged in their primal mating, as a different hunger was sparked, he realized how truly alone he was.

He was one of them, but so unlike any of them. Perhaps something that was given to him by his master, some feral body part so entwined with his, felt the physical reaction. Felt the appeal. Perhaps the need was something broadcast through their shared consciousness. But his stomach turned at the thought of joining them.

Something in his dead heart panged to know there was no place for him.

A yearning that was coldly denied.

There wasn't another like him. Not any of them, not even Henry. Not in physical form or cognizance. Even to his friends in this realm, he was other.

So he retreated, as far as his wings would take him, to a corner of the Upside Down that was so desolate, the mirrored Hawkins didn't even exist. It was beyond Henry's imagination and memory, beyond his.

As soon as his feet touched the ground he found solace. To be lonely was one thing but to be alone. Every nerve was alight, synapses firing, every need he'd had to push away now on the forefront of his mind. He didn't have to feel everything the others felt, he could simply feel...himself. It tasted like the freedom he might never know again.

There were no trees, no grass, not a soul to be seen.

"What a relief," your voice echoed his sentiments.

"What are you doing here?" he growled, startled that you had caught him off guard, yes, But it also meant that you weren't just tied to the trailer. You were tied to him. "Leave!"

"What you thought you left me behind? I will always be with you."

Rich words, considering you left him.

He clicked his claws together impatiently, glancing around him to try and catch you when you least expected it. How embarrassing for you to catch him here as he was about to...what...what was he going to do...fuck a hole in the ground?

"Don't be in denial," you sounded smug as you interrupted his train of thought. "I've walked in on you doing worse things. It's not like I don't know what you want."

"Then you know I don't want you here."

"Hmmm." You paced around him, footsteps crunching on the ground. Your fingertips brushed against his wings and he shuddered. "I know you want to want that. But you like me here. It's why you haven't gotten rid of me yet."

"So I can get rid of you."

"'When you cease to dream, you cease to live.' Some rich old guy said that once."

"So this is a dream?"

"Do you even dream anymore Eddie?" You were in front of him now, his eyes fluttered and he could swear he felt your breath against his face. "Do you even sleep? Close your eyes. I'll show you this is as real as either of us."

He wasn't convinced you were real. But he was curious.

Curiosity often got the better of him, even when he was still alive, still human. How many times had he gotten into trouble simply because of his overly inquisitive mind? Even now it's how he pushed himself, his new body, to amazing feats.

So he complied.

What an interesting thing though, once his eyes were closed...what little light that was able to penetrate through his eyelids was blocked by the rough shape of your form before him. Startled, he blinked them open again and you were gone.

He gritted his teeth and lashed out, claws swinging because surely this was a trick. Again.

"Rude," you tsked, voice circling him, taunting him. "Here I am trying to give you what you desire Eddie and you try to hurt me."

He roared then, an infernal roar that caused his comrades to quake. That would one day instill fear into the hearts of his former friends.

You just laughed. He could see it in his minds eye, your scrunched face that accompanied the honking, obnoxious sound.

He loved you.

He despised you.

"Alright, enough games," he felt your hands on his shoulders, negotiating the space between his wings as you got him to stand upright once again. "Do you want your treat? Or not? You've been a good boy, you deserve it."

"I'm not good."

"So you think," you muttered. "You've survived. That's good enough for anyone."

He huffed and felt your hand over his eyes, shutting them.

An odd sensation. Once sight was no longer a factor, he could feel so much more of you. See the way the light shifted as you moved around him, feel the drag of your skin against his and not just the weight of your touch.

You were gentle, just like you always were, but purposeful.

You drew your fingers over his chest, his arms. Kissed the angry scars and the places where Henry and his minions had stitched him back together. He growled every now and then, impatiently--you purposely avoided where he wanted your touch, where he wanted relief--and to his surprise, your teeth dug into him.

His eyes shot open and you evaporated.

"So impatient," your words were inside of his head now. No longer corporeal, floating around. No longer footsteps but inside of him. Echoing within his skull. "Even Orpheus wasn't this doubtful. Just trust me. Don't you know Eddie? Don't you know everything I would do? Have done? For you."

"Yes."

The words were instinctual and strained as he forced himself back to the sheer Hell that he went through when Henry first found him. The moments where he no longer existed...because something...someone had taken his place. Gave him a much-needed respite from the torture, until he was shoved back inside to endure worse.

"Do you want me to thank you? I never asked for your help."

"You never needed to ask."

"You left me."

"I'll always be here."

He snarled at the realization that as other as he would be to his comrades in the Upside Down, as lonely as that would make him, you would always be there too. Your pesky presence always lingering, always knowing and taunting and testing the last bit of humanity left within him.

He loathed it. Despised it.

Craved it, needed to possess it. Devour it.

Consume it.

Consume you.

His anger was stoked now, a tumultuous mix of rage and desire and bloodlust.

"Let me take your hunger away."

"Take it."

He eyes slammed shut and you were real once again.

Your hands were upon him, working the button and zipper of the worn, threadbare jeans that had barely survived his metamorphosis. You stripped him bare and then you climbed him, clung to his terrifying and elongated form. Rested your body in the junction of his hip, like a strange puzzle piece that slotted right into the divots of him.

He refused to grasp you for fear that you would disappear again. Not only from his sight, but from his touch. And he so desperately needed this release.

Your hand wrapped around his cock, and you both shuddered at the electric relief that shot through him. Your head rested against his shoulder as you worked him, as your hand moved down and squeezed and turned and back up. Over and over again.

His thoughts churned as he tried to understand just how this dynamic worked. You were...a ghost, a figment of his imagination...you weren't real. There was no friction, but there was enough friction. There was no lubrication to help him glide through your hand, but damn you had no trouble pumping him faster and faster, oh so deliciously. Your fingers were non-existent, but still created the perfect warm hole for him to buck into.

He knew that you had been so...acutely in tune with his pleasure when he was...alive. When he was Eddie. So it shouldn't have been a surprise as you played with the ebbs and flows of it, as you let him ride the wave to his peak only to pull him back.

But he had been equally as in tune with yours, so although he rumbled his annoyance, he was intrigued to feel you squirming against him, searching for your own release.

"Didn't know ghosts could fuck," he huffed, only to earn a punishing strum of your fingers over the sensitive head of his cock. He stuttered and almost fell, but his strong, willful limbs kept you both upright. He was shocked; it was a trick you'd never been privy to in life, something he'd only discovered once you were gone, but somehow you knew about it...here in shadows of death.

"Forgot how chatty you got," you chuckled.

"Forgot how vengeful you got."

"Did it ever occur to you that in order for this to work, we both need to find pleasure?"

"I don't need you for that."

"As we established before," your grip got lighter, and your fingers danced up his shaft instead, drew patterns and lines and words and prayers until he was sure, even here in the forgotten depths of the Upside Down, he could see God. "You need me for a lot more than you realize."

He tilted his head towards you, ducked to where you rested against him. He nuzzled his nose against yours, the only touch he might allow himself, and enjoyed the sigh you made. It was not a thank you, it was not agreement or submission, and he refused to let himself feel...but it was something more human that he could offer to whatever it was you were.

Desperate, is what you were. You rolled your hips against him and mewled the most pathetic little sound. Together you climbed higher and higher. You let him use you and he let you use him, until you reached the precipice of the mountain of temptation and fell back down to the depths of Hell together.

And as he fell, as his knees hit the ground for the first time since he became something else, as his spend rocketed his body and vacated a space in him that quickly demanded to be filled, he grasped you.

His hands pulled you from his side and pinned you to the dusty ground beneath him. He sunk his fangs into your neck through instinct alone, a knowledge of your body against his that would eternally be singed into every cell, every inch of his being. No matter how other he became. How monstrous.

He pulled deep, great mouthfuls of your blood, savored the way your life-force ran over his tongue and down his throat.

It was a strange taste. Not like the blood of the creatures. Not even what he thought human blood might taste like, as he had yet to have the pleasure of devouring like Henry had promised.

It tasted like...memories.

Of laughter in the quiet confines of a bedroom, of wicked words spat at one another in anger, of desperation as you kissed him one last time before you left him.

His hand grasped your throat, tighter as he pulled further still, as tears stung his eyes.

And as you took, what he thought was, your final breath and stilled beneath him, his hunger subsided.

He pulled away and opened his eyes, ready to be rid of you once and for all.

He expected to find nothing. The ground beneath him void of life. But instead he found you there. The sight of you shocking, not only because this was the first glimpse he had since you had made yourself known to him, but because your mouth was smeared with blood. A mirror of himself, he was sure.

Your eyes glistened as they locked with his. And as your mouth moved, he felt his own follow suit.

"Thank you," your voices echoed in tandem.

And then you were gone.

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Request: Yandere gets asked by the darling if they can pretend to date each other for a while since they’re so good looking (Yandere doesn’t know darling at that point in time). But when darling doesn’t need them to pretend anymore, the Yandere has become obsessed.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, delusion, obsession, manipulation

Please pretend to date me!

Caesar A. Zeppeli

🫧Caesar rarely finds himself putting down a little damsel in distress, especially if you have a reason for requesting him to date you for a while. He gladly offers his help, tells you that you don’t need to pay him money for his favor. How could he have said no to those big doe eyes back then? He’s a master in courting too so there are no flaws in his acting. You feel flattered, know of his scandalous past with women though so you never get your hopes up high. Both of you have a deal after all. That all is fine and valid but the time you spend with Caesar changes something within the man. He’s exposed to the entirety of your quirky charms and habits during the following months and suddenly it’s like his eyes have been opened for the first time.

🫧You’re like a rare jewel among the crowd and all of a sudden his heart is engulfed by passionate fire of love. The presents he gifts you multiply in number and price and there’s a noticeably more possessive side on him when he catches someone staring at you or flirting with you. His gaze is always trained on you, a infatuated haze keeping him from thinking logically. Maybe he forgot within all of his ecstasy about the deal you two had, he’s genuinely shocked when you inform him that you don’t need him anymore since you’ve accomplished your goals. Haven’t you felt during all this time with him never once genuine affection? He’s hurt in his feelings and pride when you shot him effortlessly down.

🫧The Zeppeli man isn’t one to give up easily though as his mind is set on you and how perfect the two of you would be. He doesn’t leave you alone nor is your family left alone. Caesar worms his way into your inner circle of loved ones with his charm which is relatively easy. They don’t know about you two technically never having been together and convinces them that you two had a bad argument and that you refuse to listen to him. Nearly everything you say makes it look like you’re really pissed at him and your friends end up trying to make you at least listen to Caesar, utterly charmed by him and willing to help you not lose a lotto win like him. He even pops up in places where you are where he picks up on being the doting and loving boyfriend right away.

Wave

🐟Despite working for a corrupted empire, Wave has a good heart. That is most noticeable when he is gullible enough to let himself get talked into accepting your pleads to pretend to date him for a while. You’ve noticed him for his good looks for a while now and know that he’s a good option, not to mention that his position is a bonus. He has no choice, he just starts panicking when tears appear in your eyes and you’re about to beg on your knees. Kurome and Run tease him later for this entire ordeal but Wave plans to pull through. At least you’re pleasant and nice, don’t force him into anything he doesn’t want to do. He tries to balance his time between work and you somehow although you understand when he’s busy. You’re understanding and sweet side when he’s all exhausted are key factors in the start of his blossoming feelings.

🐟You’re charming and funny and even if kind you don’t hesitate to scold others if they did something stupid. You’re so refreshing from the violent life he has right now, Wave eats your kindness and your attention up at one point. All the affection suddenly has his heart beating out of his chest out of flattery and giddiness and he’s more willing to go a bit further with affection, if you’re fine with it too. He tries to be more helpful for you too when he’s there, buys you small presents and things you need. His heart breaks though when you one day tell him that you don’t need him anymore as he sort of forgot about the promise you two made.

🐟Run and Kurome console him after they asked him about the gloomy aura surrounding him and Wave tells them that he gained feelings for you. They might not even be very surprised about this. Wave sort of stalks his darling for a while after, uncertain what he can do now yet he trails behind them like a attached puppy. He still has the strong urge to protect you from the bad people in this city but how to approach you is a different matter. Esdeath, when finding out about his unrequited love, probably just told him to take you if he wants you, although Wave didn’t listen to her advice. The man probably starts from the beginning by attempting to court his darling the normal way in hopes that he can get them to fall in love with him normally.

Asuka Ryo

👼Ryo is a menace yet he is with his young years already a professor and also very good-looking so here you are, asking him to date you for a while until whatever problem that has appeared has disappeared again. You think the young man is less perplexed and more amused by your request as he asks you what exactly has happened for you to want him to pretend to be your boyfriend and what exactly he’d have to do. You’re just glad that he hasn’t downright rejected you so you tell him about what he would have to do and why you need help in such a form in the first place. Ryo agrees in the end as he finds himself entertained with your situation and is sure that this all could be quite interesting.

👼His behavior is unfitting at times though as you realize with time, he’s extremely eccentric and somewhat apathetic to the people around you and even you. It gets maybe to the point where you start regretting asking him but that’s when Ryo all of a sudden switches a bit. Suddenly he attempts to be more friendly with you, is holding back with his more cold words even when you or someone of your family or friend circle did something stupid. He still does whatever the hell he wants to do but he tries not to drag you into his mess as much anymore. The thought that he has taken a liking to you never crosses your mind, you’re just relieved when you don’t need him anymore.

👼Although the grin he gives you before he drives away in his car unnerves you a bit. Your bad gut feeling becomes very much a reality when Ryo indeed appears in your life again, unwilling to leave it now that you’ve let him in. You’re such a wonderful person after all, Ryo finds himself having a hard time leaving you alone. He pops up wherever you are and it freaks you out, you’re unaware he manages to track you down with ease because he took some precautions. Ryo knew that you’d throw him away as soon as the problem would be solved so he made sure to install a tracker in your phone just in case. He knows that what he does makes you hate and fear him but he doesn’t really care as long as no one else can have you.

Sohma Ayame

🐍Ayame sticks out with his extremely gorgeous looks and his flamboyant personality to match. You think he might be the right person to ask until you’ve cleared up the mess you got yourself in which is why you seek him one day out in his fashion shop. You tell him about your problem and that you need him to pretend to be together with you for a while. He hesitates a bit but you insist that you two don’t need to do anything affectionate if he doesn’t want to. Eventually you get through him with your pleading eyes as he sighs dramatically and says that he can’t reject you whilst you sit there looking like a damsel in distress. Ayama holds back with physical affection, even if darling is male or if this plays after the curse.

🐍He tries his best to act the part though by calling you all sort of nicknames which sometimes make you uncomfortable when he gets too immersed into his role. Is this still a play? Certainly not as Ayame finds himself turning more and more infatuated the longer he gets to see what a great person you are. Suddenly he’s texting and calling you every hour and wants to know where you are, wants to be constantly with you and starts spoiling you with presents and clothes he made for you himself. If he can touch you, he definitely does now. You shatter his dreamy state when you one day call him and tell him that you’ve solved your problem and don’t need him anymore. Mine hears him a while later crying in a locked up room. How could you break up with him? You two were two pieces made for each other.

🐍Ayame, by now a delusional individual, is unable to leave you alone as he has become obsessed with the thought of you two being lovers. He’s sure that it was fate that brought you into his shop that day, believes that you two are soulmates of some sort. You find yourself surrounded by the white-haired male as he still messages you and calls you, sometimes even follows you. He doesn’t drop the overly sweet and affectionate boyfriend, sometimes is downright overbearing. He knows that you never intended to be serious but that’s just because you don’t see the potential of you two yet. He’s not very afraid of getting your friends and family on his side, might even guilt-trip you to give him a real chance if he knows that he can.

Miroku

🕳️Especially if his darling turns out to be a beautiful woman will Miroku be quick to agree to their request even if all of his friends wind up talking behind his back again. Miroku insists that he’s not only agreeing because his darling is pretty though, he senses their slight distress with whatever situation they stumbled into and need his help for. It’s only for a little while after all, nothing too serious. Miroku himself is more eager to engage in the whole act of a couple than his darling probably is and once again, especially if his darling is female he will exhibit a lot of his perverted traits. Sango usually scolds him for it and apologizes on his behalf. He’s still flirting with other women at times although you don’t feel offended, aware of his womanizing habits.

🕳️You’re surprised though when you notice after a few weeks that he’s stopped with it but you don’t question it. He’s not looking at other women anymore, he seems to solely look at you and grows more genuine with his affection. Sure, he’s still a little bit perverted here and there but he’s exposing his more mature and charming side to you. Miroku is at a little conflict though as he knows that this is only a temporary deal with you and on top of that knows that he’s grown quite obsessed with you. He shouldn’t feel this way but he can’t seem to hold back his heart that is overflowing with love he didn’t know someone was capable of feeling for someone else.

🕳️There’s pain flashing shortly on his face when you eventually break it down to him that the problem has been solved and that you don’t need him anymore but he quickly composes himself and wishes you the best of luck. Maybe this is the best way for the two of you, you don’t need someone who is utterly obsessed with you in your life. He should try to forget you. Miroku can’t forget you though and he starts growing very uneasy at one point since he hasn’t seen you. There’s this bubble of irritation inside his chest, one that mingles with his logical thinking. When he travels one day all the way back to your village to see you, he’s still contemplating what to do. His heart tells him to just take you but he knows that he shouldn’t force you. Miroku tries to be mature but he can’t help the immense jealousy when someone else is making a move on you.

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