#Evil reader

[darkprince1110]

The fire lord drops to the floor dead

Zuko stands in shock

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

 Zuko : what have you done?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zuko: I’ll tell her what you did

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

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

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

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

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men If You Turn Evil

AN: istg I keep getting all these ideas while working out 💗

Pairing: Lads boys x gn reader

Genre: DRAMA

Summary: after eons of nurturing the world with fragments of your heart, you learn the truth. Every death, every rebirth, burns in your heart. And now you want to burn the world.

(I do not own these characters)

Rafayel:

He looks at the destruction around him, the fragments of a broken city, the wrath in your eyes.

You pace the room, your steps unyielding to the passage of time.

He has been awake with you for countless nights, his ears filled with the cries of his kin, burning, drowning in the boiling seas.

He tugs at your arm, pulling you into his embrace, his fingers threading through your hair.

"Why can I not be at peace?" you whisper, cupping his cheek. "All our enemies have fallen, but why is there no relief? Who else must I seek to bring us justice?"

"It is my fault... I should have prevented this," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I should have never allowed it to come to be."

To watch you fall was his fall. To witness beauty drain from you was his failure. He has you back, but at what cost?

"But I will make things right," he whispers, pulling you closer.

"No more pain."

A gasp tears from your lips as his dagger pierces your back.

Your fingers clutch at his shirt, your blood soaking into his hand. "How dare you…" you seethe, your rage flickering even as your strength wanes. "I should have—"

Blood gurgles in your throat as he pulls your head against his chest, his shoulders trembling.

He would rather bear your hatred than lose your soul.

The cries of the world fade as a new one begins to take shape.

But all he can hear now are his own ragged sobs as he holds your cooling body.

Xavier:

"You have lost your mind!" Xavier’s voice is sharp, his fury barely masking the horror in his eyes.

He looks down from the castle walls, your castle now. Below, corpses rot on pikes, writhing with maggots.

Philos will never come to be. The world has already shifted on its axis.

You pin him to the wall, leaning him over the edge. "You will not talk to me like that, Xavier." Your voice is quiet, but the weight behind it is absolute. "This is my world. I may do as I please. It would do you good to listen, to stay as my consort, not the crown prince of Philos."

His breath hitches as he stares at you, searching for something, hesitation, remorse, restraint.

But you are resolute.

Your eyes soften at his distraught expression. Gently, you pull him back from the edge and release your grip. "Do not let this drive a wedge between us. I do not wish to lose you...I’ve only just remembered you." You press a kiss to his lips, warm, fleeting, achingly tender.

"This is merely a necessary cleansing," you murmur, as if explaining the weather. "A precaution, so the world understands the new order. So all who bled me for ages finally know what it means to bleed."

And so, bound by love, Xavier became a puppet to your wishes.

He waited for the new world you promised, sought desperately for the salve to soothe the wounds your changing forms left in him.

With time, he learned to ignore the mangled bodies outside the capital. The sunken faces beyond the castle walls.

He learned to be happy.

Zayne:

He never stands idle.

Not even at the first signs of your fall. Not even when the shadows lengthen, and the world begins to crumble at your feet.

He does everything he can to undo the damage.

He is a doctor, ridding people of pain is his purpose.

He funds revolutions, smuggles food and medicine, seeks to turn your heart away from vengeance.

But he does not leave you.

Not when you’re hurting. Not when the weight of the world fractures your soul. He stays, doing all he can to hold the world together before it collapses entirely.

For the first time in years, he prays to Astra.

He begs his god to aid the world.

Until you find his secrets. Until you strip him of the power you once gave him.

You lock him away in a tower, bound to you. And then...then, true helplessness sets in.

He watches his betrayal fuel your madness. Watches as your fury, once directed at tyrants, turns upon the innocent.

In the frozen chamber, you loom over him, his knees pinned to the ground by the weight of your power.

"Do you wish to leave me, Zayne?" Your fingers tilt his chin upward, forcing him to meet your crazed gaze. "Tell me, do you wish to escape?"

He does not flinch. His neck is littered with the climbing scars of his evol, of his futile resistance. It is all a proof of the turmoil within you, that settles upon his skin. He knows it better than any.

"No." His voice is steady. Resolute. "I wish to stay next to you."

He means it. Earnestly.

Even if your presence comes at this cost, he is willing to pay.

He has never wished to abandon you.

Not even at the cost of himself.

Sylus:

You are his moral compass.

So when you fall, he falls with you.

There is nothing to stop you both.

His days are spent treasuring the reality of having you back, of having your love.

And if the cost is the world, then let it burn.

The core in his eye revels in the doom. It rejoices in the love that blooms within you, in the hunger that consumes you both.

It is fulfilled.

He is fulfilled.

He does not make you ruler of just the Earth, he crowns you sovereign of the universe.

After all, he has always been willing to kill and die for you.

Devoured by your bloodlust, he kneels.

Your consort. Your ruin.

He is content in this fall.

Caleb:

He is your sword.

The day you pledge destruction, he is the hand that pulls the trigger. No questions asked.

He is content, more than content, being the only one to receive your love.

The world had it coming. To condemn you to such pain was their undoing.

He bleeds millions to warm the world that once sought to devour you. He has no mercy for those who cower beneath your gaze.

He has your love.

But why, then, does his heart fall at the sound of your hollow laughter?

Why can he not bring himself to burn the memories of the past?

Why has he kept your hunter’s gear, carefully stored away in his rooms?

He so dearly wishes to keep you pleased. But he knows, this destruction is not born of greed. It is the consequence of centuries of pain.

And no matter how much blood he spills, it will never ease that pain.

No matter how many bodies pile beneath your feet, he cannot bring back your joy.

That was stolen, broken, snatched by those who now rot in unmarked graves.

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hear me out . Invincible variants with a powerfull (scarlet watch powers maybe ?) reader that's just pure chaotic evil like am talking world destroying unhinged .

She doesn't care about anything other than getting pure entertainment from the suffering of others . She doesn't care about conquering world or managing the viltrumite empire . Just wanna be out there causing as much chaos as physically and mentally possible for her .

I just know some of the variants would love to have a woman like her on their side .Well some of the others would try and do anything possible to try and tame her .

TRIGGER WARNINGS: torture, murder, violence, mild gore, mild swearing

Inside a dingy little cell in an abandoned asylum, Samantha Eve Wilkins was forced to stand by the chains on her wrists, digging into the flesh of her arms as they kept her upright. This room was empty except for her and the pulley contraption keeping her in place. There were no guards, no special machine or cameras to monitor her. The door wasn’t even locked. It was her captors’ unique way of reminding her that she was no threat. She wasn’t worth jack shit. 

She couldn’t remember how long they’ve been keeping her here. There was no clock or window, and she found herself fading in and out of consciousness far too often to rely on her circadian rhythm to tell the time. Her meals weren’t regular either, sometimes a random person would walk in and force a disgusting broth down her throat, leave for what, thirty, maybe forty minutes, then come back; other times she was left without anything to eat for so long she passed out standing. 

She thought back to where it all started, or better yet, back to who started it all–

You weren’t like anything Earth has seen before. You arrived one day and just started destroying everything. Immortal and the other veteran heroes came to stop you, but it was embarrassing how they couldn’t even land a single blow. When Immortal sought diplomacy in an act of desperation, you snapped your fingers and he was just…gone. The GDA threw everything they could, but you made quick work of them too, throwing their quantum bombs back at them and smiling faintly the entire time.

Eve and the Resistance she formed spent a year formulating a plan to defeat you. But one day, one hot and humid day, while her team stood around their makeshift war room, you appeared out of nowhere. She remembered how stiff her bones became at the mere sight of you. You were smiling at them like a child who poured water on ant hills to see “what would happen.”

“I’m not here to kill you,” you kindly reassured them, tracing a finger on one of their blueprints. “But here’s a tip: my real bedroom is on the fifth floor, not the third.” 

When it was time to finally attack, you gave them a look of disappointment. “Is this it?” 

Eve gave everything she had until the day you killed her. When her powers brought her back to life she woke up here.

“It’s truly disappointing,” your voice interrupted her train of thoughts. She didn’t even notice you coming in.

And you were here with him. Your alleged “bodyguard.” You didn’t actually need anyone protecting you, but this man followed you around and slaughtered anyone that even glanced at you the wrong way.

His eyes weren’t on her but on you. He was always looking at you. It disgusted Eve how much affection his gaze carried, like you hung the moon and stars.

You clicked your tongue. “You had the ability to manipulate matter on a sub-atomic scale and you used it for what, flying? Making pink shields? I thought I found someone who could entertain me for a while longer, but I haven’t even done much and you’re already this hopeless.” You sighed dramatically. “I guess I’m cursed to be alone.” 

The man put a hand over your shoulder and you gave him a smile–a true smile–and patted his cheek. “I’m joking, sweetie.”

Eve found her voice and snidely remarked, “You really are a match made in Hell.”

Like two meerkats, you and your lover glanced at her at the same time. He seemed displeased. But you just laughed and walked over to her. “I do like the sound of that.” You waved your hand and her head exploded. Her blood stopped before it could touch you, they remained suspended in the air like deep red marbles.

“What if she comes back?” He asked. “You killed her over a thousand times before and she recovered every time.”

“Your analytical skills require work, Mark.” The blood marbles lost their shape as they finally fell with gravity. “Think back to all those times I tortured her, I always left her with a partially intact skull at least.”

You raised your knee and then stomped down hard on the gray and white matter scattered in the blood. “But even she can’t come back without a brain.”

The truest definition of a match made in Hell. If there is such a thing as soulmates then you two are proof of that. Designing a species-specific zombie virus? Leave the spreading to him! Death games that force superheroes to kill each other? He’ll be the best enforcer ever! Stealing someone else’s dog? He has your back! He has ripped children out of their mothers’ bellies for your “experiments,” made millions kneel to your name, ravaged planets by your side–there are few lines he will not cross for you. 

NO GOGGLES, head cap, mohawk, shiesty, sinister

He doesn’t understand your obsession. He wished he could get it, that he could let go of his humanity and allow you to fill the void it leaves, but it’s not that easy to change. Even with everything he’s suffered, he still finds himself hoping, yearning for a better and peaceful world where you two can be happy. But he hides that hope, snuffing it almost as much as you do. If being a monster is what it takes to have you in his life then he will throw away everything. 

FULL MASK, maskless, prisoner 

He’s much more stringent than the others. There are limits to how many cities you can level and who you are allowed to hurt. The people who get sucked into your madness beg him for help thinking he’s a hero, but the truth is that he simply does not derive pleasure from torture. He doesn’t join in on your “fun,” usually he’s just there, watching over you. He keeps a loose leash, not because he cares about the lives of mere ants, but because even he knows the folly in being a king without a kingdom. 

FLAXAN, omni-mark, viltrumite, target

a/n: I kept humming the chorus to Evil Love while I wrote this lololol

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As promised in this poll, the Attraction is here ! I hope you will all like it.

TW : brutal death, people burning to death, execution, springlock failure, decapitation and child death.

Taglist : @baldieboi, @fantasticarcadefan , @fallen-angel2470 , @feral-childs-word, @bbmgirll, @hai-there-how-are-you

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Word count : 8592, not proofread

Co-author : @baldieboi

Jane's appearance

Attraction's suit appearance

The birth of Evil

Quiet beginnings :

Some say that evil isn’t birthed but made, there is always an exception to the rule and it was you.

Your father always knew you would be like him, special but misunderstood. He could see it in your eyes, that glint, always in need of violence and not a simple fight but blood, suffering and death.

It started with some insects you found in the garden, a cricket ? You removed a leg and looked with wide eyes as it frantically tried to escape, the panicked movement of it’s legs were hypnotizing. Then came the ants, so many possibilities ! Crushing them, microwaving a few or feeding some to a spider.

It’s almost like you could taste it, the impending doom. The final moments of life and it was intoxicating.

Death was fascinating to you, people feared it but you always loved the morbid, what did people felt during their last moments ? What does death feel like ? You would give so much to see the life leaving their eyes, hearing their last heartbeat or their final breath.

You soon discovered that prolonging the suffering was another source of anguish, instead of ending it quickly, why not torture these poor insects more ? You were flooding ants hill, burning a moth’s wings and tore legs from centipedes and you could only wonder how the pain felt like, such monstrous curiosity !

Your father noticed and he couldn’t be more proud of you, you were an Afton ! More than that, you were both alike, cruel and merciless but he always told you it was normal.

It truly started during middle school, you brought a bird you captured and showed your classmates the funny noise it made when you snapped some of it’s bones.

They didn’t understand, how silly of them. “you are hurting it !” they said, “it’s cruel !” they exclaimed.

You showed them how to play the game.

You broke the boy’s arm and he screamed, such a beautiful noise. You snapped the girl’s wrist and she cried out in pain, music to your ears. Only one of them understood, a pale girl calling herself Jane and you were glad to finally have a normal friend.

The teachers came running only to find you and Jane peacefully talking while two children were on the ground crying, safe to say you were almost expelled but your father was quite charismatic, he assured them that you were only defending yourself after these mean children dared to hurt your bird, and it was true ! Even Jane defended you and you were eternally thankful for that.

Your father was happy about this development, even at such a young age you already fought someone and won. In public he scolded you harshly but at home ? He hugged you and told you how great you did.

“Reader, you will be even better than me one day, you will show them what it means to be an Afton and I cannot ask for anything better from my son.” he told you warmly as he showed you the workshop he was spending most of his time in.

It was full of blueprint and metallic suits resembling animals. You were to young to understand most of it but you liked the yellow rabbit suit, you excitedly jumped around asking him to have it. “Grow a bit son, and I’ll gladly give it to you.” He smiled as you looked at the suit.

Other children at school were terrified of you and Jane, she told you that it was because of the two children you brutalized earlier in the year but you didn’t care, you had a friend and it was all that mattered.

She introduced you to her family and they were wary of you, much to her chagrin as her parents always pressed her to find a friend, although you did hear some joke that she finally found a boyfriend.

“Boyfriend, what is that ?” you asked confused, you were a boy and her friend so why was she blushing ?

“it’s nothing” she tried to play it off but she was obviously embarrassed, luckily for her you didn’t understand that word yet.

The darkness grows :

Middle school went without much incident as your father insisted on you not getting into trouble, he wouldn’t always be there to get you out of trouble and you needed to lay a low profile. “I know son, you want violence, you crave it but for now. Stay quiet and calm alright ?”

High school was a playground for you, your father taught you to control yourself more and Jane was with you in class, you two often fought during sport class and you both loved it. She was fast and moved with such class, it was hypnotizing, like watching a ballet dancer.

You still got into some trouble but it was easier to get away with it, just teenagers messing with each other right ? How wrong they were, the school staff never knew. How could they ?

It started with another guy, he was getting close with Jane and you didn’t understand that feeling in your chest, a weight on your heart while your feelings were confused. Why were you feeling like this ? They were just talking but you didn’t like that so you got rid of him.

It was pathetically easy, he ran fast but you were faster. You had to do it quickly since you were supposed to be at Jane’s house for a sleepover and she was covering for your absence, she didn’t like him either and unfortunately for him, You both had the same idea: killing him.

the poor boy never got a chance to scream, you covered his mouth and slowly sank the blade in his chest. The haunted look in his eyes was intoxicating. It was an exhilarating experience, one that you wanted to try again.

The walk back to her home was quiet but unique, you had just killed someone. You climbed back to her room and changed into some pajamas instead of the clothes you used during the chase and Jane simply asked “how was it ?”.

She knew how the first time felt when killing someone and she was eager to know how you felt. “I can’t say, excited, scared and asking for more I would say” you replied as you sat on the bed, she could practically feel the excitement rolling off of you in waves.

She smiled as she looked at her nails, “I figured you would be, it was similar for me.” you smiled at her “you always know what to say, who was your first victim ?” you asked her with interest, this was the first time you truly spoke openly about killing.

“A girl who made fun of me during the summer, I did it the night before we left the camping. Poor girl fought and thrashed but I managed to cut into her guts, she was bleeding too much and begged for me to call someone, I waited until she died and even when she was looking at me in her final moments I did nothing to help her. Seeing the light leave her eyes was something words cannot describe.”

Jane explained it to you while reading a book and it was the moment you two realized something. you weren’t just the same, you were meant for each other. It wouldn’t be long until you would both act on these feelings.

The two of you didn’t know it yet but killing this boy would set a terrible chain of events written in blood and vengeance. Events whose consequences will forever haunt Gotham.

Then came the prom, you were nervous and you didn’t know how to ask Jane out. Your father was an absolute tease about it but he gave you some solid advice (and an outfit that rocked, thanks dad) on how to resolve the situation. Listening to him and your heart you asked her and she jumped in your arm, it was rare for her to be this expressive but she kissed you and told you that she’d be more than happy to accompany you to the prom.

The day of the prom was magical for the both of you, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw her in her dress, a beautiful black dress with silver lines all over it while her hair was a flowing river of black strands. She wasn’t one for jewelry but she wore a magnificent golden necklace that compliment her dark dress.

It felt like the rest of the room didn’t matter when you saw her enter the Prom, you made your way toward her and you suddenly felt nervous with your purple costume but she found it to be exquisite on you. You didn’t know what to do or say until a stupid idea came to mind.

“Want to dance ? Jonah is the DJ and I know he has some good tunes to play.” it sounded better in your head but to hell with caution, now was the time to spend some quality time with her and show the school was the two of you were made of !

She took your hand and you headed toward the dance floor, it started with a few energetic song and the two of you were killing it ! The synergy was perfect between you two, laughing and dancing like there was no tomorrow.

You were having fun until Jonah decided to play something slower and romantic, you sheepishly told Jane you didn’t know how to dance on these type of songs and she gave you a small smile.

“Don’t worry and follow my lead.” you tried and you stepped on her feet a few time with her joking that you wanted to kill her shoes, you joked back and told her that dancing like you were was punishment enough.

Quickly enough you two were leading the dance, you saw some jealous glances from other students you snickered and Jane followed your gaze. “let them watch, it’s the two of us today” she told you quietly and she was right, it felt like all the light were on you and the room didn’t exist.

It was honestly a magical dance for the two of you, you were lost in her eyes, her beautiful black orbs. You could look at her eyes for hours and in that single instant no one else mattered in the world as you finished the dance with a spin.

People clapped and you decided to take the lead, you looked at Jane and… the two of you kissed there. It was honestly special, you never knew such a simple action was so good, so meaningful. People didn’t believe it, the outcast with Jane ? The mysterious Jane chose the creepy kid ?

You wanted to shut them up the hard way but Jane stilled your hand, “ignore them, let them be jealous and let’s grab something to drink” she told you as she gave a glare to some of the boys.

The Prom ended on a good note, a few more dance with friends and some drink that teenagers definitely shouldn’t drink. You decided to walk back home with her and you stopped at a park, she held your hand the whole time and you just took the time to talk about anything and everything.

It was refreshing to be honest, in that moment you both got to be who you truly were. “I had fun today, you were mesmerizing.” you told her, sitting on a bench and tilting your head on her shoulder.

She tilted back, her hair tickling your skin “I had fun too, who knew you were such a good dancer ? You should dance with my uncle, he loves disco and rock.”

“sounds like fun, count me in” you squeezed her hand and looked at the night sky, all the stars were looking down on you two. “I love you Jane, from the day we met.”

she squeezed back and answered in a soft and melodious voice “I do too, I never want to live without you now.” you put an arm around her “I don’t plan on leaving, not now, not ever”.

A soul for a soul :

It started shortly before the end of summer and Jane’s departure for college, you would work with your father at his pizzeria while she would leave for college so as a gift before she left you gifted her a guitar, your guitar.

She smiled and promised to treasure it, you offered to teach her whenever she got time and she jumped in your arm, “do you plan to embarrass me like I embarrassed you at the Prom ?” she teased you, a malicious grin plastered on her face.

“Keep laughing Jane but I know something I excel at and you don’t”. Your smirk should’ve been a red flag but she made the fatal mistake of indulging her curiosity.

“ho ? Pray tell what are you an expert of ?” she never saw it coming, you ruffled her hair and ruined her haircut, a look of horror and anger on her face while yours was all smile and smugness.

“Pranking you ! Bye Jane ! I have something urgent to do !” you ran off before she flew in a terrible rage, yelling all sort of terrible curses on your name while her family laughed and teased the poor girl.

The last few weeks before she left were peaceful, your father taught you how to repair the suits, wear them and even entertain the customer with your guitar, you were quite popular in that bunny suit ! This job wasn’t the best but you had enough free time to not think about the boredom too much.

That peace was merely the calm before the storm, the terrible harsh storm that threw both of your lives upside down.

It happened the weekend before she was supposed to leave, her house was broken into and someone poured gasoline inside the house then lit it on fire, the firefighters present that day have no idea how she survived but if the broken leg was any indication she jumped from her room even as she was burning, the fall broke her legs and they arrived just in time to extinguish her.

The GCPD was quick to dispatch a unit on the site to start an investigation, among them was a cop named Jim Gordon. He didn’t know it yet but this case would haunt him for the rest of his days. Meanwhile you learned of it in the morning on the radio and you didn’t believe it, you must’ve heard wrong.

You skipped work much to your father’s confusion and you were greeted with a crime scene and a team of cops surrounding the place but worst of all were the bodies, was Jane one of them ?

Gordon looked at the crime scene for what felt hours until he saw you arrive, panicking and visibly shaken by the bodies around or maybe you hoped someone wasn’t among these victims ? He approached you and lead you away from the house.

“Kid, I… are you from the family or do you know them ?” he asked as gently as he could but you quickly answered.

“No I… I’m… look I’m the boyfriend of a girl who lives here, Jane is her name. Is she here ? Or maybe she’s safe and- I can’t lose her now !” he could tell you where scared but he did have one good news for you.

“She is safe, a tall girl with pale skin and black hair ? She was taken to the hospital not too long ago, someone can take you there.” You felt immense relief at this, you thanked him and left with another officer.

The ride to the hospital was the longest and most atrocious ride of your life, how did this happen ? WHO did this and why ? You didn’t know but they would pay, you swore as your sadness turned to anger.

Walking to her room was even worse, what were you going to see ? You tried to hope for the best, maybe she escaped the fire in time ? Maybe her injuries weren’t too bad ? You soon realized it was foolish when you entered her room and saw Jane with an older man inside, it was her uncle but the most glaring issue was the state Jane was in.

Her skin was burned a lot, her hair suffered the same treatment and she was a shell of herself as she was quietly sobbing into her hands and couldn’t meet anyone’s face, much less your own.

“no…” she muttered when you entered, “don’t look at me please…”. She tried to hide herself more but whined because of the pain.

You rushed to her side, barely acknowledging her uncle who gave you two some space. “Jane… I… how are you feeling ?” you took her hands in your and they were oddly warm despite the cracked skin she now possessed.

You both held each other for a while until she whispered in your ears, her voice no longer as charming and confident like it once was but a fragile and scared whimper “Who do you think did it ?”

You thought hard about her question but didn’t really have an answer, you don’t remember offending someone this much. The only thing you remembered was an investigation about someone killed a few month ago, nothing was found but the family swore revenge.

“Jane, do you remember that investigation that was on the news maybe 6 or 7 month ago ? People looking after a murderer or looking for revenge ?” you saw her face then, burned and cracked but angry, the type of anger that you still feel to this day.

“yes…” she trembled in pain, “I believe so, I don’t remember the figure in the house clearly but I saw them when jumping from the window. Someone did it on purpose”

A bit after that a police officer came in to ask her some question, one of them was if she saw the assailant or could point out anything about them.

“It was a tall figure, I didn’t see much after jumping and burning but I am sure it was a very dark hair, black or dark brown. They were also tall and broad, someone who is doing a lot of training at the gym I would say”

“Miss Jane, you have a… reputation around town, many students wanted to be with you during school. Did one of them try to flirt with you or didn’t take a rejection kindly ?”

You both knew, you killed a guy during a sleepover and now his family burned Jane’s house and family as revenge. You both knew, they wanted her dead.

“Gary…” you started “it’s fucking Gary ! Jealous asshole that he is ! I remember someone from his family hitting on her a while back, must be a brother or cousin. He was killed soon after if I recall” you were lying, you recalled it very well. After all it was you who killed him.

The cop noted everything “Are you accusing him of the fire ?” he asked.

“I… I don’t know but his haircut, hair color and hell even his stature matches what Jane said.” you deflected, you couldn’t attract attention too much now that the murder was on the table.

After a few more questions he left and you soon had to leave as well, work was worse then it has ever been. You had to deal with customers complaining about the show and had to work more in the bunny suit. Not that you complained but summer wasn’t a good time to wear a suit made of metal.

During your next few visits you also noticed how down Jane was, you took some metal scrap from the workshop and made her a mask resembling her old face, it was an ivory white with eyes as black and deep as obsidian.

You gave it to her and she was visibly surprised “You did this… for me ? I don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing, I want to see you smile despite everything that happened, to see the Jane I know come back. It will take time to heal but I will be there with you.” She started tearing up and decided to put it on, she finally felt like herself once again.

She touched the mask and it felt like a second face to her, she hugged you despite the pain and thanked you, she couldn’t stop the teasing comment however “you give me back my face but I still lost your guitar in that fire”

you chuckled, it was a good sign that she managed to make jokes even now. “I'll never forgive you for the loss of my beloved guitar, how am I going to live without it ?” you dramatically fell on the ground after that much to her amusement.

Bloody retribution :

A year came by and Jane finally healed, although her skin would never truly recover and she would carry the pain from the fire forever, she was finally outside the hospital and lived with her uncle for now. You were still saddened to see her flinch from time to time.

Both of you wanted answer from the GCPD, did they know you killed that boy ? Was the family behind bars or in the process to be put there ?

You both raged when they told you that the trail had gone cold, with no cameras to support the evidence and a meager description wasn’t enough. In short they got off Scott-free but it wouldn’t stand, you both refused to let it be.

You both wanted blood, you both wanted to make them pay.

The plan was simple : go to their house, make them suffer, kill them and dispose of any evidence.

Jane would wait at your house while you secured a vehicle to go there along with tools necessary to break in the house if needed. On the day of the murder your father was proud of you, “show them who the Afton are, son and make them pay”.

You were determined and told him you’d do it, you prepared your bunnie suit and put it in the truck you stole from someone after killing them. Afterward you drove to your house and picked Jane up.

On the way she asked why you wanted to take the suit and you told her “I feel like myself when I put it on, almost as if I’m meant to wear it, I can’t explain it well but I just want to use it.” she nodded quietly, the ride was silent but full of anticipation and revenge.

Once there, you observed the house and everything was quiet. The truck stopped and you put on the suit, Jane had to admit it suited you, no pun intended. You felt like you could take on the world and with an axe in hand ? This family didn’t stand a chance.

“I want Gary, you do what you want with the rest but they all need to die, is this clear ?” she asked you, determination and anger radiated from her in waves.

“Loud and clear, I’ll get the parent while you get the big guy, you can do this despite the pain ?” you asked with a flicker of concern, she was technically still in recovery but she assured you she could do it.

With that she lock-picked the door and you quietly made your way inside despite wearing a cumbersome suit. The stairs creaked under your weight and she cursed you out for making too much noises which was followed by you giving her the middle finger.

You went deeper in the corridor, the darkness clinging to you like a shroud. Meanwhile Jane checked a room and found her target, unfortunately he woke up due to the creaking and threw himself at her thus starting the fight.

While she could handle herself with her knowledge on fighting she was still outmatched by Gary’s raw strength and a punch to her ribs sent her flying backward, she let him approach and sank her knife in his stomach.

Impossibly, he powered through the pain and threw her down the stairs, she feigned being taken down and waited for the occasion. It came when he grabbed her to turn her around and she drove her knife into his leg.

He screamed and she kicked the knife in his leg, driving it even deeper before she started choking him, despite all the hits she was still taking, the pain all over her body and Gary trying to free himself she told him “you almost got me and now you pay the price”.

With Gary dead it left his parents and anyone unfortunate enough to be in this house, you checked a few room but found nothing until you heard a door open “Gary is that you ? Why are you making so much noise ? Are you okay ?” a gentle voice asked.

It was his mother, she woke up because of the scream and decided to check it out, not wanting to wake up her husband she picked up a flashlight and then she saw it.

A monster, a rabbit towering over her armed with an axe, it’s mouth bloodied and glowing cold eyes instantly locked on her, it’s voice was the sounds of tombstone grinding together.

“I’m the fun one ! Come here and play !” It bellowed and ran at her, she screamed but before she could close the door the monster kicked it down and lodged his axe in her back. Her husband screamed in terror as this scene and tried to run for the rifle mounted on the wall.

He had little success as he felt two strong hand painfully gripping his shoulders as he was thrown against the wall with such force that he felt some of his bones crack, in between the hits he could see his wife with an axe in her back, she tried to move in vain, to escape that monster.

“Guess you’re much weaker than that piece of shit you call a son !” you screamed at him, he looked confused for a second before you opened the mouth of the suit, “fear not, you’ll join him soon” with that you crushed his head using the sheer pressure of the mouth and it’s system.

It showered you in blood inside the suit and you cringed at this but you wanted to try it, you turned your focus on his wife who was somehow still alive, she weakly begged for help before you harshly removed the axe from her back and violently shoved it again and again on her head and back.

When you stopped you looked at the room and it was a massacre, both of them looked like piles of meat while Gary was probably in a better shape, Jane was always more meticulous than you.

You came down to see her open another door and search around in panic, “someone is gone !” she tells you in anger, “we missed someone ! The window’s open and- there he is !” She pointed to the street.

You hurriedly look at the window to see a small boy run away from the house in total panic, “I'll get him ! You get rid of the truck and go home on foot okay ? I’ll deal with him” you told her and she nodded.

“Happy hunting” She winked at you and you left with a chuckle.

The boy was running for dear life, he heard his brother scream earlier and a monster walked past his room then he heard some noise in his parent’s room. He dared to run after a few minutes but the monster and a pale woman saw him.

Your footsteps were deliberately heavy, you wanted to startle him while chasing him, he was faster than you since you were wearing the suit but it didn’t matter, he would die tonight.

The poor boy didn’t know where to go as he ran down the street, his heart pounding in his hear as he heard the monster follow somewhere behind him, he spotted a building not too far away and decided to enter. Maybe he could hide until the monster leave ?

On your end you were laughing, that kid didn’t have much time left and it spurned you on, almost enjoying this twisted hunt and excited for the moment when you’ll catch him.

The boy climbed in an open window and searched for a place to hide, this was an office building which offered plenty of cover and hiding spot, opening another door he stumbled inside a room with a desk and some closet, he closed the door behind him and hid in a random closet.

He was as quiet as a mouse but flinched when he heard a door being kicked and a cheery, haunting voice calling to him.

“I’m the fun one kid, come out and play ! I have so many fun games to do but I need a partner.” It was too cheery and it took everything in him to not cry, the event of the night catching up to him. He had to put his hand on his mouth to cover his sobs and whines of fear.

He heard the monster roam for a while, opening a door and sometime hearing a crash or something being thrown.

You kicked down the door to yet another office and angrily opened the cabinet, you readied your axe and- nothing, he wasn’t there. You angrily smashed your weapon on a desk and wondered where he could be, you missed the restroom and a cleaning room, he must be in one of them.

Checking the restroom yielded the same result and you sighed in frustration, if he wasn’t in that last room you were pretty sure that Jane would skin you alive for letting him escape. Your heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer to the boy’s hiding spot and he was terrified.

The door to the room opened and for a terrifying second, everything was quiet as he desperately tried to keep quiet but a sob left his mouth, it was all that you needed to find him. To his horror a yellow hand opened the closet and the monster looked at him, his grin too wide and his eyes glowed with malice.

The kid huddled closer to the corner and asked weakly “where are my parents” he looked down and didn’t dare meet your eyes. “Not far don’t worry, you’ll meet them soon enough” the monster said as he placed his hand on his shoulder, his grip was far from friendly.

Before the boy could react he was thrown out of the closet, he tried to get up but the foot of your suit pinned him in place, almost crushing his ribs.

“Sorry kid, wrong place and wrong family. Tell Gary that none of this would’ve happened if he didn’t burn Jane’s home and her family.” You swung your axe in a pendulum arc and decapitated him swiftly, his head rolling away from the body and leaving a blood trail behind it.

You stood still in the room for a moment, the events of the night catching up to you. It was exhilarating and you almost wanted to do it all again, seeing the light leave theirs eyes as you brutally kill them all.

With one last glance to the body, you leave the building. Walking back to your house after getting rid of the suit took long enough, you just wanted to sleep, unaware of the looming chaos…

Mortuus est monstrum. Surrexit aliud.

You should’ve known, Jane should’ve known but now the GCPD was focused on you because you didn’t know there were cameras in that building and didn’t even consider it. They didn’t see your face but the suit was a dead giveaway, they were only found in one place in the entire town : your father’s pizzeria.

For a while you managed to direct their attention elsewhere but you knew they got you, few had access to the maintenance room and even fewer knew how to use the suits without harming themselves and it left few suspects, among them you, your father and a handful of employees.

Jane felt terrible during this period, they questioned her since it was suspicious that the family suspected of burning down her home was dead even a year after the incident but she held strong, she played the card of the victim still recovering from the fire and it worked, medical employees agreed that even if she drove there, killing an entire family would be impossible for her so she was left out of the suspect pool.

She didn’t regret killing them but she regretted seeing you take the blame for it but you assured her it was better this way, her tears broke your heart and you knew you didn’t have long left. The media was going crazy over the case, going so far as to even give you a name “The Attraction”.

It happened sooner than you would’ve liked, the pizzeria was empty and you took this opportunity to work on the suit but you didn’t expect a team of cop to show up at the pizzeria, it was time for a fight and you wouldn’t go down easily.

You locked the fire escape and turned down the camera in the building, no need to add more charges to your already impressive case file.

You wore the suit and stood still in the maintenance room, hoping that one of them would enter and you could kill him there.

The three cops entered already nervous and shouted “Reader ! We are from the GCPD and in possession of a warrant for your arrest on the killings of the [NAME] family ! Come out with your hands up and slowly !”. Of course you weren’t there, it would’ve been too easy.

“Alright then we search the entire building, Fred you take this corridor and Jim you take the other one, I’ll go this way.”. Rookie mistake, they separated and Jeremy as he was called searched the dining room but nothing, his attention soon turned to the maintenance room, he felt nervous in this building, something wasn’t right.

He drew his gun and slowly walked to the maintenance door, he opens it and it’s full of various animatronics, he walked past a yellow rabbit suit and inspected some of the suits lining the walls. The door locked from behind him and he turned around only to see you standing there.

“Sta- Stay back ! Hands where I can see them !” He tried to reach for his firearm but he was trembling too much, this was all you needed to shove your axe in his head, splitting it in half and killing him instantly.

One down, you left the maintenance room and left in search of Fred, it led you to the arcade room. Sneaking in such a suit was difficult but you had experience, you entered the room but he suddenly tackled you from behind.

“I GOT HIM ! JIM, COME HELP ME.” he shouted, there goes the element of surprise. You got up and slapped him away from you, the weight of the suit and the slap to the face disoriented him and by when he recovered he tried to shoot you only for you to slam into him with full force.

You had to act quickly, you kicked his legs hoping to break them. He screamed in pain as you broke his wrist, grinning you readied your axe and slammed it in his abdomen just as the door of the arcade opened.

Jim Gordon thought he was ready for anything, it comes with youth some would say. But this ? This was new, you weren’t a normal criminal and he figured as such when he saw you standing over Fred’s body, he ran as soon as he heard him yell for help.

Police officer and killer stood face to face, you removed your axe and he cringed at the noise it made once pulled from his colleagues body. The grin of your suit unsettled him and it showed, he was trembling and he couldn’t keep a steady aim with his gun.

“It’s over now ! You are caught and cannot- cannot escape ! Remove this… suit you’re wearing and show me your hands !” Sweat ran down his forehead, you killed Jeremy and Fred, it was clear you wanted to fight and he couldn’t afford any mistakes.

“Scared, Gordon ? Who would’ve known it would end like this ? I honestly liked you, you’re a good cop but it’s a shame they sent you, I’ll enjoy it all the same however.” He didn’t know if your voice was somehow changed by the suit but it felt like sandpaper on his ears.

He nervously shifted and the room felt like it was closing in on him, “why ? Why did you kill this family, they were suspect and-”

“And you did nothing !” you pointed your axe at him in anger “I knew it was Gary and that his family paid the GCPD ! Corrupt pieces of shit they all were !”

Gordon retorted “and killing the entire family was necessary ? Slaughtering his parents and brutally executing his little brother was needed ? Your girlfriend was in pain and-”

Your eyes zeroed in on him with such anger “I did it for her, I killed them for her ! They died because they burned her and now… you are next Jim Gordon.”

He panicked when you tried to run at him with your axed raised and he didn't think twice, he shot you. The bullet staggered you as it hit your stomach, not a fatal wound but you still felt it.

You chuckled and raised your axe to throw it at him, “Nice shot Gordon, I’ll feel this one for a-” you stopped as a huge pain made itself know in your stomach. A loud SNAP was heard and you started screaming, the suit was folding back on you.

Every movement only worsened the pain, your belly was getting torn while your shoulder were pierced by the suit’s lock, the skin and muscle of your legs torn off as the parts dug into them to get back into position. Every organs unfortunate enough to be in the way was broken or torn up.

Gordon watched, horrified by the display and rooted to the spot but the macabre spectacle didn’t stop there. He watched as each movement you made only worsened your predicament and each scream more garbled and inhuman than the last.

With your legs torn apart you fell on the ground and the cavity of the suit pressed against your own chest, digging into your ribs and tearing the skin and bones as it went. Your back wasn’t luckier, your spine and hips were brutally skewered by the support of the suit as they folded inside you, forming a twisted spine.

Last came your arm and head, your arms were held in a death tight grip by the suit’s inner skeleton until it snapped your bones and violently dug into what remained of your arms while your head was partially turned to mush by the gears of the head allowing it to turn in various direction as they now lodged themselves in your cranium.

Throughout it all Gordon never made a move to help you, fear or relief at killing you ? You didn’t know but as the rest of your head was partially crushed you stared at him in your bloodshot eyes, was it desperation, anger or some twisted respect for getting killed by the cop who genuinely tried to help you and Jane in the beginning ?

It was an eternity for Gordon but the screams finally stopped, he left the room and was leaning against a wall, crying to himself. He was a failure, his colleagues died because of him and people died because he couldn’t recognize you as the threat you were when he first met you.

The next team of police officer found him crying against the wall, just pointing at the room when they asked him what happened and it didn’t take much for them to understand. It was a carnage, officer Fred stood dead with his chest open while you were on the ground with meat and blood leaking from your suit.

Gordon was escorted out while the medical staff did a quick autopsy on you, you were quickly pronounced dead as they determined the cause of your death : Spring-lock failure. A deadly phenomenon common to these types of suit.

Gordon’s shot to your stomach damaged the internal workings of the suit and caused a chain reaction further worsened by the excessive bleeding and panicked movement creating a deathtrap. Your remains were taken to the morgue for a more profound autopsy on what remained of you.

The news blew up when they learned of what happened, your father was interviewed and he claimed he didn’t know what you were planning, he never thought of you as a killer ! How could his own son do something like this ? His sadness at loosing you was clear as day.

Pictures of the aftermath where showed on television and journals alike, “The Attraction dead, it’s reign of terror finally over after a brutal fight at Freddy’s dinner and pizzeria. Officer Jim Gordon lauded as a hero for stopping the Attraction.”

Jane was swarmed by police officers and journalists, pressing and asking questions she frankly didn’t want to answer, you were dead and they were making a spectacle of your death. Just like your father she claimed she didn’t know you were a killer. She depicted you as a caring boyfriend, not the unhinged monster they claimed you were.

Jane screamed and cried when she first saw the news, hurling anything in her reach toward the nearest wall. Her uncle couldn’t stop her and her friends couldn’t cheer her up nor extinguish the burning hatred growing in her heart.

How dare they kill you ? Making a show of who you were and tarnishing your memories ? This wouldn’t stand and killing Gordon was the next step, he killed you and he was going to suffer for it.

It came as a surprise to her but your father decided to leave Gotham, the pizzeria would be closed and he couldn’t bear to stay in the city that took his son.

“Be strong for him Jane, he loved you dearly and I see why. He planned to marry you, you know ? He was panicking about it but the two of you could’ve spent the rest of your days together” he told her with a solemn face, he looked at her one last time and waved at her as he left in his car.

She watched him leave and cried, now she was truly alone. Her uncle couldn’t help her and she wanted blood, Gordon’s blood.

She could’ve done anything else, poisoning him, shooting him in public or even slicing his throat in his sleep but burning down his home felt poetic. She lost everything in a fire and now she was willing to die in a literal blaze of glory to find you again.

She left in secret one night as her uncle kept a tight watch on her since your death, not trusting her to leave due to her mental state. One jerrycan of fuel in one hand and a kitchen knife in another she set off for Gordon’s home.

The walk there had an air of finality for Jane, she knew this was the end of the road and savored everything on the way there. The cool air caressing her burnt skin, the moonlight reminding her of her own pale skin and finally the mask you made her. She wore it ever since, hating her skin once again and wanting to honor your memory by wearing it.

Once there she lock-picked the door and started to pour the fuel everywhere, her face was grim as she did so but strangely enough she was excited. Who said that vengeance was a dish served cold ?

Done with the ground floor she walked to the first floor and poured as much fuel as she could although she didn’t account on Gordon being woken up by the smell. “Who are you ? Hands in the air !” he demanded as he pointed his gun at her.

“Lucky I smelled this fuel you are pouring, I will repeat it again, who are you ?” he demanded again and Jane could see him trembling, maybe he had a nightmare or is scared to find someone in is home ? It doesn’t matter.

Her voice was the most melodious sound he ever heard, as if an angel was speaking to him. “I have no name, officer. Only a purpose and it is to punish you, to get revenge” Gordon was confused, revenge ? It took him a second to recognize her even with her mask but her voice was unmistakable.

“Miss Jane ?” he asked in disbelief, her masked face staring at him intently “Are you here for him ? He was dangerous !” he couldn’t see her face but her posture shifted, she was angry.

“I LOVED HIM AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME ! HE MEANT THE WORLD TO ME AND YOU GUNNED HIM DOWN AND WATCHED HIM DIE LIKE A DOG !” Jane screamed and she had trouble calming herself down.

Gordon couldn’t help but feel pity, he could’ve done something, anything but he chose to watch. “Miss Jane i-” he was distracted and she took the opportunity. She kicked the gun away from his hand and it landed on the ground floor, Gordon could barely react before another kick landed on his cheek and was thrown down the stairs.

“I will not give you any mercy, I’ll kill you Jim Gordon ! I’ll gut you like the pig you are !” she screamed at him while unleashing a flurry of punch on his body, Gordon had the advantage of endurance but he needed to act fast, they were both covered in fuel and it didn’t take a genius to guess what she was going to do with all of this.

He kicked her away and landed a nasty right hook to her jaw, slightly breaking her mask in the process, she looked shocked for a second before she recovered and twisted his hand when the next hook came.

He groaned but grabbed her arm to bring her towards him and used the momentum to knee her in the stomach, as she curled up from the blow he slammed both of his hand upon her spine, sending her crashing to the ground.

She rolled away from him and got up, visibly hurt by this combo, Gordon was making progress but Jane was clearly a trained fighter. She ran at him and send a kick to his shoulder, briefly disorienting him and she used his brief confusion to use her knife and slash his ribs.

He winced and now he was outmatched, he looked behind her and saw the gun near the couch, a plan formed in his mind and he ran at her to tackle her, it worked and before she could use her knife he kept a strong grip on her hand and punch her throat, forcing her to let go of her weapon.

He ran to the gun and quickly pointed it at her, she was on her knees and struggling to breath after the hit, she made no further move to get up. “I do not regret anything Jim Gordon, the [NAME] family took everything from me ! We both got revenge and I would kill them again if I had to.”

Gordon was confused, they did it together ? This explained why Gary’s wound were so different from the rest of family, they thought it was a quiet kill until Reader was spotted, forcing him to brutally execute them.

“You… you did it ? Both of you ? I don’t know what path in life forced you to become what you both became but if you turn yourself-” he was interrupted by her laugh.

“I want to die ! I don’t want to stay in this shitty world if he’s not by my side ! We were both the same, killers and we loved it ! This is our life, him and I, and you took him from me” she collapsed to the ground crying and laughing at the same time. A far cry from the composed and serious woman she usually is.

Gordon felt pity, he shouldn’t but he did anyway. “I am sorry, truly but it had to be done, he was dangerous and-”

“I don’t want to hear it, you are no better. You just have a badge to justify it while we are called insane and dangerous. It won’t matter soon.”

She removed her mask and he saw her burnt face, she was still beautiful despite the atrocities she went through. He saw her reach into her pocket and he reacted just in time. He shot her in the shoulder and she collapsed on the ground, not dead but she would need help.

“You need help ! You are just as insane as him !” He kept his gun on her and reached for the phone, he tried to call the GCPD but he gave her just enough time to reach the lighter. With a smile she started a flame and she laughed at the horrified look on his face.

“Die with me Gordon, there is a spot in hell for the three of us !” with that the lighter hit the ground and he barely had the time to jump through a window, even as she burned Jane was smiling, the flame engulfed her and Gordon didn’t know if what he was hearing were screams or laughter.

She smiled as she would be reunited with you and her family. She smiled as even if she failed to kill Gordon she knew this cursed city would eventually, and when that day come ? You and her would be waiting for him in Hell. With one last breath she died and headed for her final destination, the flame providing ample warmth for her soul to pass on.

Outside Gordon sighed, this case was finally over and closed. This was probably the worst case he had to deal with so far but even now, he still felt pity for her. Just another victim of Gotham’s cruelty, someone dealt a bad hand in life.

Speaking of bad hand and Gotham’s cruelty, he needed to look for a new home.

Death is not the end, far from it. For some it’s the beginning and the show must go on in Gotham. The dead still haunt the living from beyond the grave and these two dead will leave their mark on Gotham forever.

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HELLO!!! 😁 I wanted to make a request, I was thinking of nightmare!reader (as in sans au nightmare sans)

They were once a angel who protected the tree of positivity and negativity alongside their sibling, but after a incident in which they consumed one of the apples of the tree after years of being tormented by the humans they became corrupted and fallen and took the title of king of negativity, living as a recluse in a castle in hell with his subordinates.

Practically no one knew about him except for Charlie, who surprisingly became his friend, no one knows how but now he visits the hotel with his subordinates from time to time and chaos ensues

Raccoon's Note : You... Are you stalking me ? How did you knew I was back in my Underverse phase ?? I just change the human part for the angels because it was more easy to write. It's a mix between fanon and canon Nightmare (because, being real here, Canon!Nightmare would not care about Charlie)

Gender : GN

Pronouns : They/Them

TW : ENGLISH IS NOT THE AUTHOR FIRST LANGUAGE; Mentioned cannibalism; the Bad Sanses Gang; murders mentioned, Beta reader who ? Re-reading who ?

A long time ago, two guardian angels were in charge of guarding the Tree of Positivity and Negativity. One was in charge of guarding the positivity and the other the negativity.

The Guardian of Positivity was loved by the other angels, praised for bringing positivity back to Heaven. But, on the contrary, the Guardian of Negativity was bullied by the other angels, blamed for all their misfortune.

One day, tired and angry, the Guardian of Negativity got fed up and ate an apple from the Tree. It was one too many, one that contained all the negativity of the Tree, corrupting them.

There was a fight, a long and bloody fight, between the angels and the Guardian of Negativity. A fight that destroyed the Tree of Positivity and Negativity. In the end, the angels won, and the Guardian of Positivity was forced to banish their sibling to Hell.

It's a story that everybody knows. A story changed by the angels to make themselves appear as the victims who had only been kind to the selfish and malicious Guardian of Negativity.

But you know the truth. How could you not ? You were at the center of this whole story after all, Guardian of Negativity.

Scared of all, the Guardian of Negativity is as scary as Lucifer is to demons.

You are known to be ruthless; often haunting the dreams of demons of all circles, turning them into nightmares.

As a born angel who became fallen, you have the power to go into all circles of Hell, allowing you to spread negativity throughout all circles.

The Circle of Lust hates to see you coming; you and Asmodeus have fought before but there was no winner because Lillith intervened.

You have a small group of killers tasked with spreading negativity, including: A demon haunted by the ghost of his brother he killed; a cannibal; and a demon you can control if you wish. All three have a contract with you, preventing them from escaping.

Your meeting with Charlie was… Predictable, actually.

She wanted to know more about heaven and angels, and her father kept avoiding her questions… So what better way to answer them than another fallen angel ? (She studiously ignored the words 'corrupted,' 'negativity,' and 'danger not to approach' written on the paper)

You didn't beat around the bush, you criticized heaven and angels throughout the discussion. In the end, Charlie wondered if demons were perhaps better than angels because you portrayed them in such a bad light and in a tone filled with anger against them that had been repressed over the decades.

In the end, Charlie opened her hotel anyway, and you decided to help finance it.

Why ? Because it will allow you to permanently destroy the dreams and hopes of some demons and spread more negativity for longer.

You studiously ignore the voice that tells you it's because you see your siblings in Charlie.

When you are bored you like to visit the hotel.

It's always fun to see the fear in the eyes of the hotel demons when you appear out of nowhere and when they realize who you are.

You still remember the first time you came, Angel Dust falling off the couch before hiding behind it in fear, Vaggie shaking while getting into an attack stance, Husk choking on his drink, Alastor trying to act like everything was okay but was shaking and had a defensive stance, Niffty and Sir Pentious hiding behind Alastor, and Charlie coming to hug you like you were her long-lost uncle she was finally seeing again.

You really liked the negativity you brought out of that day.

The hotel always brings you a little negativity every time you visit, they are always afraid of you and that won't change, you can assure yourself of that.

The only ones who don't fear you are the Morningstars and most of the Deadly Sins (only two of them fear you a little).

When Lucifer learn that you and Charlie knew each other and were friends, he got a heart attack.

He wanted to stay at the hotel just for being sure you weren't hurting his daughter.

It took a lot of persuasion to get him to leave you alone and not be there for every conversation you had with Charlie.

Sometimes, you come to the hotel with your subordinates... And oh dear Lucifer is that a show to watch !

Killer's favorite thing to do there is to make 'prank' to the hotel residents; the screams of terror that follow his pranks are always music to your ears.

Horror and Alastor love to cook and eat together, expected of two cannibals; although the smell that follows their cooking is not always the best. Especially if they are cooking a demon that has been dead for several days.

And Dust... He's just standing there. Talking with his brother and planning to kill the hotel residents.

"Don't worry, he won't really do it." "You're sure ? I mean, he's now planning where to hide the bodies-" "I'm sure he won't. Exept if I tell him to do it." "Please don't."

They also like to chase the hotel residents when Charlie isn't here, especially Alastor and Sir Pentious. These are the best moments.

When the battle of angels and demons of the hotels (and others) took place, Charlie asked you for help because as many people as possible were needed.

So you and your gang got into the battle.

Your gang has a lot of combat experience and so had no trouble fighting, escaping with a few minor injuries and a lot of dead angels.

You silently judged the angels for being so bad at dodging.

When you saw Adam enter the battle, you immediately attacked him.

Remember the hatred I mentioned you had against angels ? Yeah ? Well, some of it came out when you saw and fought Adam. The reason ? He was one of the leaders of the harassment you suffered as an angel.

You ripped off his wings without warning and beat him more and more violently as the 'fight' progressed, even though at this point it was just a public execution.

You ended up killing Adam, and he was completely disfigured after his death. But you also ended up with injuries, one of which was quite serious to the chest.

No angels could intervene because your gang killed them before they could. And the demons stayed away because of the fear of being next.

At the end of the battle, you returned with your gang to your castle to rest and let your injuries heal themselves (regeneration is really useful when you are injured).

The battle was televised, and since then no one has made fun of it because of the fear of having to deal with the Demon of Negativity (or Demon of the Night; the title changes depending on the circle).

Even the Vees were scared of what you would do to them if they decided to attack the hotel.

Lucifer thanked you and your gang for helping Charlie defend the hotel.

You were tempted to say that the only reason you decided to participate was because you wanted revenge and not because you cared about Charlie and/or the hotel, but you decided not to and to end the discussion as quickly as possible because you were still a little hurt at that moment (it was the day after the fight, at 5am).

BONUS : Adam as a demon

No one recognized him at first because his demon form was so disfigured.

He went straight to Lucifer, his enemy, for help against you. He was angry and traumatized, and his only option was his archenemy, Lucifer, because Charlie and the hotel were on your side.

Lucifer took pity on him and decided to make him stay while telling him that if you asked for Adam, then Lucifer would deliver him to you without hesitation.

In the end, you didn't ask Adam, preferring to torment him in his sleep and sometimes at Lucifer's castle.

It was really funny to see Adam have so many negative emotions, he who at the time radiated positive emotion although malicious.

It was a beautiful thing made by the karma it-self.

Oh, and you and Lucifer became friends.

How ? I don't know, but one day he gave you a rubber duck that looked just like you, and it was only then that you realized you had somehow become friends.

Lucifer also made rubber ducks for your gang, and the ducks were looking like them.

Raccoon's Note #2 : I tried okay, I tried- but it's been a long time since I have write + I'm sick rn so.... Yeah, not perfect- sorry. Also, I'm thinking of maybe doing a FAQ, but I doubt anyone would want to ask me questions. Should I do it ? Anyways, hope y'all have a great day/night !

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

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

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

Yeah, I can do this

Yandere!Necromancer x GN!Reader

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

The most powerful bastard to have ever lived.

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

Or, as Nephin knew them, (Reader).

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

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

Nephin craved the user's attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

".. Nephin."

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

"-but-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"They died from something so mundane.."

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

"Perhaps they were bored with life.."

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

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

It took years to find every piece he needed.

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

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

(Reader) woke up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And snapped their fingers.

.. but nothing happened.

Confused, they looked at their hand.

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

[mygoldtears]

A Lucifer x Angle reader but make the reader evil and the villain singing this song, takes place when Lucifer is about to be banished from heaven and maybe her fighting him and his daughter at the hotel

I need someone to write this🙏

I need more evil reader that doesn’t change her ways.

[platinumrosetail]

So all the results are in!! And here they all are together!

The first poll was gender: choices being female, male, and bigender. Winner of this poll was FEMALE!

The second poll was intentions: evil, good, and neutral. Winner of this poll is EVIL!

The third poll was dynamic for the reader and love interest: choices being dom and sub. Winner of this poll is SUB!

I know i could’ve let yall know what the polls were about but I felt like i would have already known the choice beforehand if I did that so I had to have it as a mystery yknow? Plus I did warn yall to choose wisely on it. But anyway those are the results! Now onto the reveal of the love interest!!

Aaravos!!!

I absolutely adore him and wanted to make a book specifically for him so here it is! And yes there will be a various male love interest x reader book but it’ll probably be a while before I make it so please be patient! 😁 hope yall had fun with the poll! And hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!!

[k0ingisdone]

you know what.

I am so fucking tired of rape fics. I am a sexual assault survivor and you sexulise rape. why. why do I work so hard to get better and it all get ruined by some horny asshole just like last time. THESE CHARATERS DONT WANT TO RAPE YOU. rape is horrible, its NOT sexy. its traumatizing. why do you keep talking about it and writing about it. STOP MINIMIZING MY PAIN WITH YOUR DERANGED FANTASIES.

Simon Riley isnt a rapist

Leon Kennedy isnt a rapist

and belive it or not Jonathan Crane ISNT A FUCKING RAPIST

dont tell me not to kink shame

do not tell me to skip it

you cannot tell me that my trauma doesn't matter

STOP WRITING RAPE FICS

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”

[frenchcoucou]

Leon and Carlos 🙈

ac: umbrella_rpd

[neigepomme]

a few months before getting in a relationship, caleb started adding honey to his vocabulary when it came to referring to you.

it wasn't the first time you'd heard him use it, especially since that was what he called you when you visited him at the DAA, given his fake dating situation. it sometimes also slipped from his mouth when he'd comfort you during thunderstorms — but it was never something common, rather, it was a name reserved for special occasions where he was allowed to cross the boundaries of your relationship.

but when caleb sensed that the line was blurring more and more, he allowed himself to slip honey into his speech. 

“you want chicken wings for dinner? sure, honey.”

“mmh, no honey, i won't be long.”

“honey? i was looking for you.”

the fact that you didn't comment on it, but instead just looked away bashfully while nodding to him, or humming something under your breath spurred him on — that and the fact that you'd give him a confused stare for a second when he called you by your name or pipsqueak instead of honey.

however, something that caleb didn't anticipate was that you'd start using it, too. a little "caleb, honey, did you see my hairtie?" or a "honey, look! that puppy looks just like you." all of a sudden, he was a victim to his schemes as well — not like he'd complain about it, though. it was domestic enough that those around you barely noticed, yet intimate in a way that made both of your hearts full.

some time after you guys defined the relationship, you do ask him about his habit of calling you honey prior to even being in a relationship, and you're met with a smug yet flushed caleb, and he confesses.

“i mean — i was trying to get you used to it. eventually, i'd encounter some success, no?”

“so you were trying to pavlov me into this?”

and to that, caleb grins — a boyish smile that made you fall for him all over again.

“it worked, didn't it? my one and only honey's finally all mine.”

[vinnyvamppp]

To Be Desired

⭐: No Goggles Mark, Mohawk Mark, #17 Mark/Sinister Mark, Mentions of Invincible (requested!).

Synopsis: Variants of your childhood best friend spawn across the globe, and you find yourself in the crossfire of their previous lovers. What happens when you experience the parallel pleasure they offer?

Warnings: Power Struggles, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Morally Grey, Nipple Play, Fingering, Pussy Eating, Overstimulation, Public Sex, Squirting, Rough Sex, Switch!Reader, Switch!Invincible Variants, Plot changes for convenience, Matching Freaks, Position Changes, Porn w a Plot, etc.

Invincible Variants x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,239 (PART TWO HERE)

“You won’t believe what just happened, oh man!” Mark exclaimed with glee; an unfamiliar look of pride swam within his irises. It was the night he received his powers; a deep crater buried itself into your driveway from his failed landing. “What?” you questioned, prying your front door open as he entered. There were scuff marks littered across his naked upper body, battered and bruised from his knightly adventure. “It was incredible. I—I flew,” he explained, his hand gesturing excitedly. This was a dream of his; he would craft makeshift suits and detail desired escapades to save the world. However, for it to come true was another story.

“No way! This… this is a funny joke,” you sputtered. One doesn’t usually acquire powers at random, but in this dimension, who knows? “No, really. I took a huge leap off my roof, not really expecting anything,” he interrupted to soften the already ridiculous landing of his story. “You know, and I just took off.” The topic was so exhilarating; the thought of questioning him hadn’t dawned upon you. He leaned against the back of your couch, crossing his arms as you two reminisced.

“Wait—why were you jumping from the roof anyway? What if nothing happened and you fell?” you questioned with a raised brow. “I know, I know, it’s stupid. But I was curious and decided to give it a try,” he rationalized quietly, fingers nervously scratching his nape. “Aw… I want powers now,” you feigned sadness as you sulked. It was your attempt at being amusing, but truthfully, you felt left behind. Was it envy? Was it the need to feel important? Was it the fear of him leaving you behind to begin his journey as a hero? You didn’t know at the time. His expression became tinged slightly with guilt. “Hey, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get powers soon,” he reassured you, but it was too humorous to be sincere.

“Yeah… soon. Real funny, wasn’t it?” you said to yourself as your body perched against a rooftop. It was the second day of the Mark variants ravaging Earth like their playground. The once-majestic towers now stand as skeletal frames, their glass windows shattered. Debris litters the streets, a tragic mix of shattered concrete and twisted metal, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of smoke and ash. Heroes formed makeshift shelters and sifted through rubble for survivors.

The Mark you once knew was head over heels for Atom Eve. It was no secret; he was a lost puppy whose ears would perk at the sound of his name on her tongue. Utterly devoted. Sickeningly in love. You were the very last to discern his truth. The two were written in stone, but it left a bitter taste in your mouth that you had long since gotten over. Until now. You were late to the news of the world's destruction. A strangely familiar face appeared on the news, a version of Mark that made your chest tighten. Within your family, a strange ability was acquired—a power bred through evolution to ensure survival in a world full of the unknown. Once in a lifetime, through a series of visions, you would discover a pivotal moment in time to peer through. That moment was now. Eighteen variants were loose internationally, each with their own tragic story and love interests. Six had dated or lost their Atom Eve, five had slain their worlds' Amber, and six had been devoted to you.

Helping where you could, you began assisting in fighting off the weaklings who figured now was the best time to attack Earth. Micro tears riddled your uniform as you tore through them mercilessly, all through a look of pity. There were days you'd resent this “job” you'd granted yourself, the little recognition and appreciation you'd receive from the public. How selfish of them—and you. You wanted an excuse to have this world fair alone without a need to rebel when no one would notice. As luck would have it, a voice suddenly dawned behind you, his body floating midair and adorned with the appearance of your dearest friend.

Mohawk Mark

“Oh, shit… I know you,” he rasped, his expression twisted into a cocky grin. His stature and pose were that of confidence—and a man who caused insurmountable damage to those he met. “You look just like her,” he continued, his feet finding purchase on the ground as his stride increased. “Sorry, you've got the wrong one—try finding her—” Just as you spoke, static buzzed in your skull—a low crackling hum that drowned out the edges of the memory before it fully formed. It was there—just beyond reach—shrouded in white noise.

The harder you focused, the more the static swelled, but for a moment, the interference cleared. A voice—the ghost of a feeling—and just as quickly, it was swallowed again. You understood the gist; he was indeed one you would find yourself tangled with. “Looks like you’ve been through some tough shit—mind if I join you?” Without waiting for a response, he lunged forward, grappling you in a powerful embrace. His intent wasn't one of danger but instead of safekeeping despite his demeanor. Reflexes took over as you slammed against his cranium with the strength you could muster, effectively knocking him back.

"Fuck, you're a feisty one," Mohawk Mark growled, his breath hot against your ear. "I like that shit. Let's see how you handle this." His chuckle was condescending—yet a thrill shot through you. “‘Won't be handling shit,” you quipped before biting into his neck—just rigid enough to draw blood. He groaned, his flight knocking you two back into an alleyway.

Similarly to your Mark, he seemed attracted to strength, his veins pumping with lust rather than adrenaline. Holding a firm grasp of your jaw, his lips collided with yours in a searing and blood-stained kiss. The muscle of his tongue forcefully parted your lips as he sought to taste you against his own. Finding yourself against the wall, your legs wrapped around the width of his waist, your ass snugly hovering over his pelvis.

He pulled away every few seconds to watch your expression succumb to your selfish wants. Sex with the enemy was enticing and you weren’t letting him escape any time soon. “You planned this?” you murmured between the saliva-ridden kisses. “That would be telling. You know enough if you’re agreeing to this.” His voice grew to tease as he licked his lips—mirroring his satisfaction before peppering kisses down your exposed neck.

His version of sex was rough, with small increments of romance—only reserved for the best prize. With muffled groans, his teeth harshly nipped their way lower, his fingers tearing through the fabric of your suit. As he continued down your now-exposed cleavage, his tongue ran along the scantily clad lace of your bra. Staring up at you, he let out a mischievous snicker before his teeth snagged the cup and tore it from your chest—leaving it discarded on the ground.

“Shit… was fucking not enough? Had to ruin my clothes too,” you complained as your hips bucked against his pointedly. This earned a guttural grunt from the flesh of your breasts, as he heaved out a response. “You’ll forget about them anyway,” he dismissed as he continued until your panties were the last to be removed. The cool air dusted your wet cunt—its arousal seeping through your folds like honey. Its chill made you shiver and like bees to nectar, his tongue feasted before his eyes.

Hoisting you up, your thighs rested against his shoulders as he knelt, the angle allowing his tongue to slip inside your already spasming pussy. An unusual pink hue dusted his cheek as he stared up at you in utter bliss. Your fingers dug into his forearms, your puffy folds pressed against his lips as he devoured you. With your head resting against the wall, your hips ground themselves relentlessly against his tongue.

"Mmm, shit, already soaking wet for me," he taunted, pumping his tongue in and out of your tight cunt. His tongue—rough and textured—lashed out to lap at your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His groans sent mild vibrations through you as his fingers reached up to paw at your tits, nipples stiffened in the cold air. You couldn't help but moan as he ate you out with relentless intensity, his tongue plunging deep into your folds. His calloused hands roamed your exposed flesh, pinching and kneading your breasts, twisting your sensitive nipples until they grew numb.

His hands couldn't stop their exploration—they explored what he had lost many years ago. Sparks flew as his tongue circled against your clit, flickering the bundle of nerves with a speed inexperienced before. Every time you neared the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue would flatten as he sucked your clit—ruining the rhythm. You tugged his hair with a frustrated groan, and his eyes rolled into his skull with an amused moan.

Finally pulling away, he stood to his feet. His lips parted to speak when suddenly, “Hurry the fuck up,” you said curtly with exasperated gasps. With lidded eyes, a Cheshire grin settled across his features. “Yes, ma’am.” Prying his suit off, he palmed his dampening erection. For once he fell silent as anticipation ate away at you both. As he freed his cock from the confinement of his boxers, it slapped against his lower abdomen.

It stood with a veiny girth—the tip kissed a rosy red like his many mistresses' lipsticks. With a pleased hiss, he stroked himself briefly—eyes just barely losing focus from the buildup before he plunged himself into you. Your pussy hugged him with a familiarity that felt like home, the painful stretch soon becoming one of bliss. His hips began to quicken, wanting to see your fucked-out expression like never before.

However, his greed overwhelmed him as the stimulation grew difficult to ignore. His usual grunts and growls diluted into groans and profanities. The alleyway echoed with the cacophony of moans that mingled in the air—inharmonious, yet emotion-filled as a flame flickered within your core. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” he grunted, a grin etched into his lips. “N-None of them—no ssslut compares to this. Only pussy I need—only woman I want.” A groan interrupted his sentence as your cunt contracted around him—swallowing him at the base.

That’s right—every harem formed and woman fucked was so he could ruin the image of you that plagued his mind in its grief. The vulnerability of it all made your toes curl, even if it wasn't much.

The fingers pawing at your breasts began kneading them like stress balls, until they were red. Truthfully, he missed every inch of you—not that he would admit that, especially since you weren’t exactly his. A high-pitched moan ripped from your throat as he continued to bounce you on his dick. Pre-cum coated your insides as the sounds of arousal grew louder, his balls tightening. With every thrust, he could see the air physically leave you, the scuff marks from brick marking your skin.

He could barely tell where to focus his eyes—on your tits or face? Both were gorgeous but fuck, he should just kidnap you and take you home with him, right? “Fuuuuck, Mark… I’m g-go—” you groaned as your fingernails indented into his skin, a pain and pleasure-filled gasp crawling from his throat. “Fuck, yeah…” he said, his raspy voice cracking with the slightest whine. “Take it… s-shit, take it…!” It was a growl as his eyes fluttered shut to hide his eyes practically rolling around his skull. With a clenched jaw, his dick began to milk itself. The pleasure mounted as your impending orgasm washed your body in a sweat-breaking heat. Just as he came, your cunt spasmed, once he pulled out, something within snapped as an aroused gush squirted from you.

His groin was now coated in your scent, taste, and the result of your rough fucking. The pleasure racked your brain as tears threatened to spill over. Noticing this—and pleased with his efforts—he let out a short chortle, a hand coming up to swipe your folds and have a final taste. His expression turned into a feigned sob as he silently teased—his tip running a line between your folds and ass, resisting the temptation to fill your asshole with his seed. Once you two were settled from your high, he spoke up. “Had fun, babe.” Your eyebrow lifted at the newly coined pet name.

Suddenly, a muffled voice in his ear caught his attention. “Shit…” he muttered with an annoyed grimace at Angstrom ruining his amusement. “Go on,” you beckoned. “Not yours anyway—so no need to stick around.” It was a light jab—one he received with a satisfied smirk before taking flight. “Doesn’t matter—I’ll be back,” he replied curtly before disappearing into the horizon.

You stood there—naked—processing what just happened. "Shit, I need a new suit from my apartment.”

Variant #17 Mark (I wouldn't even keep you as a slave in my Empire!) Or Sinister Mark (personalities are similar in the comics, so imagine what you will.)

"You thought you could hide from me?" he said, peering down at you with a friendly grin for someone so domineering. Staring down at the man’s shadow, his cape billowed in the wind. Unlike the other Marks you’d caught a glimpse of, this one barely had a bruise on him. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he finished before he landed softly on the ground. As he approached, you remained still, eyebrows creasing into a frown. “I’m not—” You were abruptly cut off by a low voice as his head tilted to stare into your eyes. “Don’t play stupid. My version of you had the same power—but she resisted our cause.” His voice was tinged with pity as he frowned; he decided to take another route in his approach.

“I’ll tell you what—I’ll leave if you come with me,” he offered with an outstretched palm. You vehemently shook your head in disagreement. “I’m not going—it'll disrupt the timeline.”

“Why does that matter?” he asked.

“What makes you think I won't resist either…?” you retorted, causing his eyebrows to raise slightly in thought. “I’ll change your mind—and give you what you missed out on in my world.” It was such a matter-of-fact opinion—one rooted in a determination to outclass any obstacle that might deter him. Curiosity bested you the moment you turned to face the chaos erupting in the streets as a strong gust of wind obscured the debris. He was behind you. His fingers draped over your waist as he took flight—and to… your apartment? “I’ve been watching you for a while now… I know all about your preferences. Let’s have some fun, shall we?” His lips just barely grazed your ear.

Amongst the hands that roamed your body, a sense of longing lingered in every squeeze and grope. While being one of the strongest—and surely the most vile—his personality could be charming like your dimension’s Mark. Even if feigned for manipulation. He spun you around to face him, that polite smile etched into his face again as his body betrayed innocence. The erection forming within his costume became difficult to ignore—but he found a distraction. A touch, a handhold, and finally—a kiss.

“Let me show you what it's truly like to be satisfied.” His words were reassuring, yet they felt more directed toward his version of you rather than now. His tongue swept into your mouth, tangling itself in a wet heat as he sucked the air from your lungs. The warmth of his fingers spread across your cheek as his tongue attempted to delve impossibly deep. The taste was better than you imagined—not that you expected any less. If anything, finding him in a forgiving mood proved to be favorable.

His fingers shifted from your face to the back of your costume—in his attempt to be gentle, he tore the cloth from your body like tissue paper. In an instant, his costume was discarded in the corner, leaving him in snug boxers that hugged his dick. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the bed—a hand flush against your throat as he shrugged slightly. “Didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said, an amused huff exiting his nose as you exchanged knowing glances.

The remaining hand gently pried the panties from around your hips and down the length of your legs. His eyes fell upon the wet patch that seeped through the thin fabric—as the semblance of a pleased grin stretched across his lips. Focusing his attention once more, his fingers slowly parted your folds, watching as your velvety walls peeked through the slit. Its warm flesh was inviting—something he had yet to try since you retaliated so often against him at home. Just why couldn’t you be this welcoming? So willing to be corrupted? So… morally gray at the least.

Pressing two digits inside your warmth, he watched it conform to the size of his fingers. An obvious shiver ran through him with each moan that vibrated from your throat—as he imagined you hugging him and wrapped around his cock in plea. The sensations set your skin alight with gooseflesh—and each time you attempted to scurry away from his gift, the hold around your neck tightened ever so slightly. He was such a brat.

Your hips ground into his hand, clit colliding with his palm in gentle waves. As his fingers slowly retracted, his cock shyly peeked from the pocket of his boxers. His patience was running thin as he adjusted himself at your entrance—and slowly pushed through. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he bottomed out, his head falling backward as he quietly cursed under his breath. Mirroring his restlessness, your foot hooked around his lower back and pressed him deeper. A drawn-out moan echoed from your throat; he was barely holding on as he gnawed at his lip to contain himself. Reflexively, his hips stuttered before setting a relentless pace—pounding into you with deep, powerful strokes that hit all the right spots.

“Already so wet for me… pathetic. Fucking slut.” His words struck a nerve within—as you repulsively tightened around him, earning a whine. Your moans echoed through the room, mingling with the slap of skin against skin and Mark's grunts of pleasure. He hammered into you like a man possessed—his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove you toward climax.

The long thrusts stimulated every inch of his dick—the veins kissed with every grip of your cunt. “Did your version of me not do it for you?” you teased before taking a sharp breath at his relentless pace. “Y-You really don’t know when to be quiet,” he gritted. “But n-no… not like this. You're much better. I would take you to be a part of my empire.” He replied, his jaw tightening as his hips drilled into you with renewed conviction at the thought. A second you—not the one he’s attempting to keep as a slave for disobeying—but one he could trust to blindly follow his power. His grin grew wolfish as his other hand overlapped your throat—his gaze shifting between your bouncing tits and pleasured face.

The slight closure of your windpipe didn’t allow for much noise—but no matter, Mark began to sing like you’d never imagine. It was strange—the sound was much louder due to your silence as you clawed at his skin. His voice began to crack as his tightened jaw began to slack. "F—fucking incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "I knew… you'd be worth every s-second of c-...chasing you down," he sputtered as his length began to twitch inside you.

Seeing someone as strong as him unravel before you was a greater sense of accomplishment than becoming a hero itself. With a closed-lip groan, he began overstimulating himself with the effort to get you off. “Haaa… I’m c-close. Ugh…!” you muttered through strangled gasps—as the deprivation of air made you lightheaded and sensitive. Every nerve ending inside your cunt doubled as you went taut beneath him. “C’mon, fucking cum for me,” he heaved.

His thrusts became sloppy as he came inside without warning—doubling over as a consequence. An unfamiliar sensation painted your insides. You both saw stars as silence pierced the room—the slick produced coated his cock in a glaze. Through bated breaths, his fingers finally released their grip around you as you coughed out a response. “I have to admit… you’re hard to deny,” you said, momentarily spent as you lay before him. “Swee—” He was cut off by a voice in his ear.

It was Angstrom demanding his presence over the city. “What a nuisance,” were the final words you caught as he muttered under his breath. Every version of Angstrom was a hindrance to this Mark—nonetheless, he suited up to leave. “I’ll return—and you will join me,” he said confidently, as if there was no argument to be made. You nodded absentmindedly and sighed. Just what had you done?

No Goggles Mark

“Dude…! You’re so cool—what is that? I’ve never seen any powers like that in my world,” he said with an amused expression as he snickered at your agony. You stared up at him, your heartbeat suddenly quickening when meeting his gaze. A look of recognition flickered within his eyes. “Hey, I know you,” he said, his feet touching base on the ground as he approached you with a widening grin. “I’m not sure you know me exactly…” you replied, backing away as your eyes searched for a route to escape—his friendliness had truly taken you aback.

“Who do you work for?” he asked, words flying from his mouth without a care as he approached closer. “You're way stronger than the Guardians of the Globe dudes I fought.” He fought who?! A sense of dread filled you as a new series of questions plagued your mind. If this one could ruin the team to filth—then just how strong was he, and what exactly did he want? “I don't want to fight you, man,” you somewhat pleaded; he frowned with disapproval. “Fight? No, man… but it seems like you’re in trouble, dude.” The topic switched again—his gaze now behind you—as a flurry of aliens attempting their takeover waltzed through a portal. You didn’t have the heart to tell them it was a failed crusade before it began.

Taking a stride forward, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around your waist as you two were propelled to a lone-standing structure where steel beams and concrete floors remained. “Put me down,” you bruised him as you backhanded him into the metal beam. While he had a smile on his face, momentary irritation settled across his features. The painful sting ran to his cock. “Aw, what's the matter?” he asked, standing to his feet as you both came face to face once more.

“It would be hot, but I don't want to fight, dude. I’ve missed you. I promise I’ll be gentle… at first.” The delivery was more seductive—dropping an octave—as he approached you, hands outstretched and finding purchase against your hips. One thing other variants wouldn’t admit—was the supple touch of the right woman could caress their soul.

“I’m not the me you want,” you replied. “You can just be the one I have anyway,” he said. He was indeed serious—and while less terrifying than the other Marks you’d encountered, his strength was menacing nonetheless. “Then let’s see what other talents you’ve got.” Your response made his expression brighten with a new goal in mind. At that, the grin on his face widened as he leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce, dominant kiss.

His tongue forced its way into your mouth, battling yours for dominance as he ground his hips against yours. You two stumbled around the enclosure—footsteps echoing in the empty building. Mark’s hands cupped your ass, squeezing roughly as he whispered crude compliments into your ear. "Nice ass," he growled appreciatively, his fingers caressing the soft flesh. He couldn’t articulate it well—but you were truly beautiful in every universe—and he couldn’t wait to have his share.

Your fingers traveled up his muscled back as body heat pooled across your fingertips. Eagerness unlike any other began to rise as you longed to touch every inch of him. Hero costumes were peeled from one another, and you found his groping becoming progressively obsessive. His hardened cock stood awaiting stimulation as he bit back his urges—sacrificing the time to feel you once more.

Guiding him to the floor, you seated yourself against his lap—your legs hooked over his forearms. He was always too quick to finish battles, and that even applied to sex. Just the tip. That's what you two agreed upon. Sinking onto his cock—its girth filled you deliciously. The wet sound of arousal followed by his restrained groans filled you with delight; it was amusing to see a Viltrumite struggle to contain himself.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… and 6! On every sixth shallow thrust, you would contract your muscles—gripping his dick like a vice as every vein received a kiss from the gods inside your cunt. It had him crazed—wanting more of your warmth than you were willing to give. “F—fuck, babe, you’re killin’ me,” he hissed with an unforeseen weariness shaking his voice. “Can I?” he started. “No.” His expression hardened at your words. “You’re ruining the—” Before he could finish, he inhaled sharply as his head fell back. “Am I…?” you asked with feigned curiosity. It was undulating in a rhythm that drove him wild. He groaned beneath you—his hands digging into his palms as he fought his urges to misbehave.

The sound of your ass slapping against his pelvis filled the air—mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. Anything would be worth trading; he could watch his dick disappear within your cunt nonstop. His impending release redoubled his efforts—pounding into you with a ferocity that sent you hurtling over the edge.

The excitement overwhelmed him as he sheathed half his cock inside—the spreading warmth and moisture making his thighs quiver beneath you. His balls tightened, painfully so—that alone ripped a pornographic moan from him. If he could fuck you as desired, he wouldn’t be nearly as needy. Your combined moans echoed through the infrastructure—and you were certain that with the windows gone, someone could hear—but the thought was out of sight and out of mind. Pre-cum beaded down his length as it was smeared each time he entered your warmth. “M-Mark…” you muttered; he nodded fervently behind you as his jaw locked.

“Y-You ready for it, babe?" he asked with a faltering grin as sweat tickled his brows. Leaning your full body weight against him—you felt your orgasm building quickly. The pleasure reached new heights as you both milked each other dry for the sake of proving a point. Your body instinctively began to lurch forward as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. The tip of his cock was bedecked with a foam ring of cum. Mark would’ve begun convulsing had it not been for him carrying you—instead, his body stiffened as he let out a tight-lipped groan. You could’ve sworn you saw his toes curl too—but who knows? His pale skin was flushed a hue of red as his body thrummed with an aftershock.

Once you’d come down from your high, a satisfied grin beamed at you. "Dude, that was incredible," he murmured, a satisfied grin on his face. "We should do this again sometime," he said—as if this was some casual fling, not that you would mind.

Before you could respond, a message in his ear interrupted the conversation. “Ugh… this always happens; I have fun, and then—dude…” he sounded exasperated as he hurriedly redressed—reluctantly wishing you a botched farewell. “I like you. You’re coming with me.”

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Which oc is next ?

With part 3 of "Gotham's judge, jury and executioner" done it's time to vote on the next story.

all of them take place in the DC universe.

[ffiolette]

LEON KENNEDY TWT LINKS

INCLUDES— nipple/breast play, spanking, pussy slaps, fingering, clit play, cunnilingus, blowjob, squirting, hair pulling, creampie, size difference, slapping, choking, bdsm, 69.

WARNINGS— 19 links, all of these videos are for afab readers/viewers, don't like don't read/watch, make sure to be logged into twt/x beforehand, if some of the links stop working please lmk !

leon making sure to give your boobies extra attention

spanking the brat out of you

when he reminds you that it's supposed to be a punishment by leaving you on edge

leon knows his big muscles make your pussy drip

he's a head pusher when you give him oral

getting fucked by his thick fingers you can't help but squirt

sometimes sex is what the both of you need mid arguement

he's just so rough, and you eat it up everytime

couldn't even get undressed properly, he just needed your cunt around him now

leons a munch, everyone knows

he knows you're fucking mess under those panties

jerking his cum into your swollen pussy

leon secretly loves the fact he's too big for you

fwb!leon reminding you that you're his, no matter who you're fucking

wall fucking is peak in his eyes

the movie playing in the background is forgotten within ten minutes

trying out bdsm with leon

he knows he's good at what he does

leon using your mouth

ffiolette

[saintfaux]

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