#gen!reader

He Comes

Zalgo x Gen!Reader

CW: mild psychological horror themes, mind manipulation, sleep deprivation noncon, etc

You had heard about a man that went crazy here a few years ago. The one that abandoned his garage and tore out the hospital as his wife was delivering his baby. To you, it seemed like the man went crazy. His best friend had tried talking to him for a couple weeks, apparently, but he kept acting like he was losing it.

A few made jokes about the incident, and occasionally you’d hear teenagers laughing as they popped in black contacts to scare their friends, or in an ominous voice say, “He comes”. You thought if it wasn’t at the expense of a poor man who sounded like he might have gone and offed himself, it all might have been a little funny. A small town horror story told to kids to get them to mind and remind them to stay away from the bar and to keep their head on straight.

However, things took a dark turn when you took your car into the garage. Oil was leaking, and your breaks suddenly required you to basically stomp down all your weight onto it. The friend of that guy that went crazy, you can’t remember his name, and a slick black oil covers his embroidered name, greeted you. He told you it would only take an hour or two to get it all fixed up. He assured you that there wasn’t anything too wrong after just a quick look.

Sitting in the waiting room, you decided to play on your phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw long tendrils slinking across the ground. However, when you turned your head, all you saw was a vending machine. As if on cue, your stomach growled. Though you hadn’t been here very long, you decided that a little treat couldn’t hurt.

It was like the next few days happened in a blur.

You got your snack, and the chips seemed to have little bugs crawling in it, making you gag. However, as you threw it away, you realized it was those smoky tendrils you saw out of the corner of your eye earlier. The man from the garage came to talk to you, but his voice was inaudible, and blackness covered his entire eye.

Running outside, everyone you came in contact with had those same black eyes, and voices you couldn’t understand. You ran. You ran past moms and babies in strollers, who turned to look at you with those black eyes. You ran past kids on the playground. People walking their dogs. People shopping. Everyone stopped to look at you.

You don’t think you went outside the next couple days, but maybe it was longer. You couldn’t eat because all the food had those tendrils, and something inside of you said it would be better to starve than to let those things touch you. You couldn’t sleep, because then you heard murmurings of voices you knew but couldn’t place. There was only one phrase you could hear. “He comes”.

The little bit of water you managed to find that wasn’t infected only made you hungrier. You were wrapped up in a blanket, staring blankly at the wall. You couldn’t even be on your phone because anything with a face would turn to you, repeating that haunting phrase.

“He comes”.

After you don’t know how many days, sleep overcame you. There was no use fighting it. Your body was giving out. You had to sleep.

“He comes,” repeated over and over in your head, masking your dreams, filling your mind.

Despite the lack of water and food, you woke up in a cold sweat. The sunlight outside that was able to leak in illuminated the tendrils that were working their way up from your cabinets to your bed. There was no where left to hide. There was no where to run. You did try to pry open your window, but it was no use. The tendrils were creeping in from outside by then too.

You did your best to wave them off with your blanket, surprised when some of them did back up, but never enough for you to slip through the mass. You tried your best to scare them off, or to at least not show that you were terrified, but when they finally began to curl around your legs, grabbed onto your wrist, wrapped around your waist, you knew there was no escape for you. Tears leaked out of the corner of your eyes, dripping down your face as you tried your best to not show how terrified you were.

“He arrives. Zalgo,” a voice from nowhere, everywhere, echoed in your head.

A black mass that was primarily obscured by the tendrils rose from them. Inky blackness where eyes should be. Fingers that seemed to be dripping and drifting off at the same time reached for you. They slipped into your mouth, making your nose scrunch at the strange sensation of steam being pressed past your lips. Part of you wondered if this was a dream, some sleep deprived, insanity induced hallucination, but deep down you knew that wasn’t it. You knew this was real.

Zalgo, as the voice claimed the mass was, used another hand to shred your clothing. You winced, afraid of the claws slicing through you as well, but He seemed to take care in not tearing you to pieces. Yet.

You’re not sure what you would call what he slid inside of you, the closest thing would be a cock, but that’s not quite right. You felt it expand inside of you, pulsing and throbbing. It seemed to be adjusting to the perfect size to make you feel good. The fingers in your mouth pulled out, letting you gasp for breath as the thing inside you slowly thrusted, giving you time to adjust each time.

Your body betrayed you as a small whine of need escaped your lips, your hips rising to meet His. He let out a chuckle, but that was the only acknowledgment given. The pace He set was steady, but every thrust pushed more and more from your mind. By the time you were on the brink of orgasm, you can’t even remember where you are. Your name was something you knew was there, but you couldn’t recall it.

“He cums,” that voice said again, this time almost mockingly.

“Please, please,” you found yourself babbling, begging. You wanted to please Him so He would keep pleasing you. Your hole was clenching around him excitedly, almost desperately. That earned you another chuckle.

It only took a few more strokes for Him to cum inside of you, though it didn’t feel like human cum. It made you feel twisted up inside, like something was changing, but it didn’t matter, because He didn’t stop. He kept up his steady pace, His fingers and tendrils touching and caressing every part of your body, relishing each time you came on Him.

You're a guard escorting a highly dangerous prisoner

Yandere villain x Gen! Escort guard

cw: dark, mentions of gore (not detailed), blood, mentioned character deaths, fear of death, cardio

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The trees were starting to blur together. You couldn't tell how long you've been running or where you're headed. But you couldn't stop. Not until you got away. Not until you reached somewhere safe.

No one seemed to have followed you, but you couldn't be sure. The forest eerily quiet around you. The only sounds you could hear where your panting breath and the race of your heartbeat.

Your body was barely holding on. You could feel the exhaustion and blood loss start to get to you, slowing you down with each step. The only upside being the panic slowly fading the more time passed with nothing following you. Enough to give you time to question what just happened to you.

You were a simple armed escort. An ordinary human born in a world ruled by the few with incredible power. Heroes and villains. Gods and monsters. Thankfully, they were few and far in between.

You and your team, along with four heroes, were assigned to escort a dangerous criminal to an isolated facility. Having four heroes guarding one prisoner seemed like overkill until you knew who they were moving.

Him.

The villain you'd only heard about in trembling voices and hushed tones. Rumour has it that a lot of lives were lost trying to fight him. Law enforcement and heroes both.

And now, after the sacrifices it took to capture him, they could not afford any mistakes.

Of course, nothing worked according to plan.

The specialised restraints meant to dampen his power must have failed somehow. There was no other explanation of why a prisoner sedated and kept in a sensory deprivation tank would be able to break out on their own. The tense, but otherwise boring transport through the isolated, cold forest would not have become a graveyard if not for it. The cuffs were meant to hold him specifically, calibrated higher and built stronger than any before it.

You refuse to believe he was strong enough to break out of them. For the sake of your sanity, you must believe they malfunctioned. That there was a chance you'd escape with your life. That all hope was not lost.

Your mad dash through the woods was interrupted by something yanking at your ankle. Your whole world tilted on its axis, and you landed. hard. Your momentum sending you crashing face-first into the dirt.

"There you are, I almost thought you got away"

..Of course, nothing ever went your way

Your arms shook as you flipped yourself over, the coil around your ankle tightening with the movement, ready to snap the bone at a moment's notice.

A man stood a few feet away, calm and casual. There was blood dripping off of him, staining his skin and clothes. Anyone else would have squirmed in discomfort covered in that much gore. He looked right at home.

"You didn't have to come for me, y'know. You could've just left"

Was it a good idea to sass the powerful, murderous villain? Probably not. But if you were going to die anyway, there was nothing left to lose. You were injured and bloody and lying on the hard ground; you had to preserve at least some of your dignity.

"I'm surprised you still have the energy to talk. You've been running for a while, rabbit"

You did not appreciate how much closer he'd gotten to you. His slow, deliberate steps brought him much closer to you than you ever wanted to be. If he wasn't covered in your colleagues' blood, you would've thought he was out for an evening walk.

The exhaustion was definitely getting to you. Your wounds bled, and your head spun. But this wasn't over yet.

"I'm not dead yet, might as well use the opportunity"

That brought a chuckle out of him.

"I guess so"

You could feel the black tendrils of his power wrap around you, lifting you from the ground till you were sitting. You couldn't tell if he was trying to restrain you or getting ready to crush you to a pulp.

"You're surprisingly brave"

"You're surprisingly talkative"

"Careful now. I wouldn't push my luck if I were you"

He was too close, his breath was fanning your face while he looked over you. From this close you could see the length of his lashes and the flecks of blood drying on his face. You didn't like the look in his eyes. The darkness that told you he was planning something. Nothing good could ever come from that.

"What do you want from me?"

His gaze finally flickered up to yours from where he was looking at the sluggishly bleeding gash in your thigh. Now that you thought about it, you were the only one who managed to escape with such minor injuries. Some of your colleagues were pulled limb from limb before they could fully process what was happening.

His hand reached up to grip the hair at the back of your head. Your momentary bravery was quick to escape you.

You felt fear return to your limbs as he gently carded his fingers through your hair. His expression almost loving, a contrast to the vice grip of his tendrils holding you in place. You thought you weren't afraid of dying. You were wrong.

"Aww darling. Don't look so frightened. I'm not going to kill you"

You didn't realise you weren't breathing till you felt oxygen rush back into your lungs. But the momentary relief did not last long.

"No, my pet. You're too precious to kill."

One of his tendrils reached into his pocket, pulling out a syringe. The needle pointed and cylinder sloshing with some kind of liquid. Your panic spiked, hitting you with an intensity that sent your head spinning.

Where did he even get that?? HOW did he get that?

Whatever he wanted from you, it was sure to be worse than death. You suddenly found yourself wishing you had died along with your comrades back at the vehicle. It wouldn't have been painless, but it would have been quick. You wouldn't have been running for your life through the trees, leaving a trail of blood for him to follow.

You wouldn't be here

at his mercy

about to face whatever fate he had in store for you.

Your renewed struggles did nothing against the iron grip of the tendrils. You felt like a fish caught in a net, too exhausted to fight and too scared not to. You were too out of it to notice the pleased look in his eyes, lighting up like your tears were the sweetest sight.

"no no no please no"

Your pleading seemed to make him pause, and you almost thought you could reason with him until you saw the grin split his face. His hands coming up to cup your cheeks almost affectionately, surprisingly warm against your cold skin. It would've been mildly comforting if not for the syringe plunging into your neck.

"Hush. Go to sleep, dear. I'll take care of you."

Synopsis: Vy’Kiro asks to see you in their room. You didn’t expect your actions to quite lead to this, though.

Content (& warnings): smut, gn!bottom!reader, top!Vy’kiro, porn w/ little plot, some degradation (no use of slut/whore), power imbalance

A/N: Again the wheel chose smut. I’m trying to get more writing practice in so if anyone has requests pls feel free to send them in the ask box! Im going to also try and add more chars as time goes on, ideally on a schedule <3

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You’ve been attempting to hit on the captain for weeks now. At first, you thought that she was just trying to behave and not hook up with others. You were at the brink of giving up, until he called you over to his room.

And now were getting pounded into on his desk.

She didn’t even give you much chance of a discussion before slamming her cock into you from behind. You didn’t have to see it to feel every vein, ridge, and curve as she went in and out of you.

One hand was holding your hips, the other against your back as a grounding reminder of who was in control. You couldn’t even help but let out small cries of pleasure, albeit muffled into your arm. The fact the room was absolutely soundproof didn’t cover your need to be flustered at the situation.

“Poor thing really thought they were going to not get noticed, hmm?” Their hands had moved down to rubbing and clinging to your thighs, the gentle squeezes being too much as the claws gently pricked your skin.

“Vy- wait, ‘m gonna-“ you don’t even get to finish your sentence as your orgasm rips through you, cum dripping down your legs as you

Vy’Kiro obliges with the request of slowing down, leaning forward to press into you further. He reaches with one hand to grab one of yours, which is currently clinging hard to the edge of the desk.

“I’ve got you. And I’ve got the whole night to make you feel good, too.”

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who isn't thinking about it tbh

Imagine maybe you've had such a stressfull week, either at work or for upcoming exams, and Sej decided to reward you with a beach day!!

You're just so excited to be spending time with him that you immediately throw yourself into the water. He yells at you to go back there and you just frown and pout, "But I wanna swim with my beautiful boyfriend! Why don't you join me instead?"

"Nu-uh, help me put the sunscreen on first!"

Imagine it's also maybe the first time you see Sejanus shirtless - maybe you haven't been dating for that long - but seriously just picture you seeing his chest for the first time and not expect him to be that, you know, ripped? And his shoulders, God his shoulders.

He walks up at you taking off his shirt and you can't help but let out a small "woah." He chuckles and pretends not to have heard but HE DID.

You start applying the sunscreen on his back and you're just blushing the whole time, and when he offers to do it on you? Oh my. He's so delicate and gentle, somehow even ends up giving you a free massage on your neck and he loves how you melt under his touch.

When you finally do jump in the water I just know he's always splashing you and "drowing" you, he just wants to make you laugh!!

The pic-nic I feel like it was a surprise, he made small sandwiches and prepared some snacks for you guys to have, and you're so happy you throw yourself at him kissing him when you see what he's done for you.

You spend all day at the beach, insisting that you want to see the sunset. I also totally see him forbidding you to swim before three hours after you had lunch.

You sit on his lap and just imagine making out with him with the sunset in the background? All the beautiful colours around you?? YOU ON HIS LAP?????

He'd also brings a portable camera or a polaroid, just so he'll take so many photos of you, and him, of you on his lap, of you in the sea, of you on his lap!!

Did I already mention you on his lap

also small scenario in which Coryo and Lucy Gray are together because I need another couple for it to work: fight in the water. Imagine he pick you up on his shoulders and Coriolanus does the same with Lucy Gray and you just fight you know

your next attack is on his thighs. his weak spot, the one area you quickly found out was one of his most sensitive places. not only do you love leaving marks on the inside of his thighs, but you love seeing him jump and react to the pleasure of the slowly fading bruises being pressed on each time he sits or shifts in his chair.

Billy meeting his his s/o’s dog and the dog is like the stereotypical golden retriever who loves anything and everything (maybe the dog even tackled him and licks his face upon their first meeting?)

Bonus points of the reader has kind of like a golden retriever personality as well, so Billy can see exactly why the reader will have a golden retriever.

I hope I’m making sense rn because I’m super bad at explaining things 😭

It makes super sense!!!!!! I love the idea sm 😭

Also I tried to write reader with golden retriever energy but I'm not that good at it apparently so I hope it's good!! I really liked writing it (:

modern!billy the kid x gen!reader

"You didn't tell me you had a dog." Billy said after you offered him a tissue to clean up after your dog tackled him on the ground and licked his face. He didn't sound mad, simply amused, but you still felt like you had to apologise.

"Sorry. His name's Twix."

Billy chuckled and kneeled down to pet Twix, a rather playful and young golden retriever who seemed more than happy to have someone else to play with other than you. "It's alright. Hello there, Twix."

Your dog barked in happiness, once again trying to lick Billy's face. Billy had been a regular customer at your bar for a few months now, and just a few days ago he had finally mastered up the courage to ask you out. After a lunch at the restaurant, you asked him if he wanted to come to your place to get to know each other better. Safe to say, he gladly accepted.

"Want to come with us to the park?" You offered Billy, seeing how excited your dog was around him. He nodded, smiling.

Once there, the three of you started playing together, throwing a tennis ball and watching as Twix run to catch it and bring it back to you. Billy laughed and smiled, watching how happy you were with your dog.

After almost an hour of playing, you lay down the blanket you brought with you and rested there with Billy, watching as Twix ran around under the sun. "Did you really name your dog after a snack?" Billy asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

"W-well, it's my favourite! Besides, the envelope is as golden as he is." You pointed out, blushing, almost trying to justify yourself.

Billy chuckled. "I'm just teasing. I think both the name and the dog are lovely." He said, looking first at your dog and then turning to face you. "You're not too bad yourself, either."

You blushed even harder, and you couldn't help but smile at him before leaning towards him to give him a long kiss. Billy stood frozen for a second and, surprised by your sudden action, accidentally fell back. That didn't stop him from kissing you back, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Sorry." You mumbled when you broke apart.

Synopsis: Jackson and you take a moment to walk the castle gardens.

Content (& warnings): fluff, meant to be read as romantic or platonic, gn!reader

A/N: the wheel didn’t choose smut this time !! If you want to see any more content don’t be shy to put in a request (ask box or message! <3)

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“… I didn’t know we had string of turtles.”

You and Jackson had been wandering the gardens to take a moment between the busy meetings and your own life. It was a routine the two of you picked up.

Which led to Jackson having to untangle some vines from his horns with a slight smile.

“I didn’t either, maybe they’re new?” You replied, reaching over to help. It was a nice thing that Sora had allowed, for it to not just be her garden. Staff, servants, visitors, anyone could plant something in here. It made the whole thing lively.

And sometimes receive unexpected vines that your king got stuck in.

He let out a hum in thought. “Maybe. They’re impressive though. Have you planted anything here, yet?” Jackson turned to face you, tilting his head slightly.

The way the light shown down on him holding the vine, for once in a rare moment, he looked relaxed.

You pause for a moment, wanting to capture the moment. before finally shaking your head. “No, not yet.”

His eyes widened slightly before fully turning to you, his smile growing slightly and a glint in his eye. “We’ll have to change that, then. What’s your favorite?”