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Anonymous asked: I'm writing a story where the villain grows close to the main character/his current target. All the other characters are between trusting and finding something off about him cause they trust the main character who sees nothing wrong.
Do you have any advice about how I can make the villain come off as subtly creepy without tipping off the main character and about how I can reveal how horrifying he's supposed to be later? When I think of his true intentions reveal it's not really scary or momentous and I want to create a sense of dread but I'm not sure how to do that.
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As far as subtlety in making the villain come off creepy, I think it's all about finding things that appear creepy outside of a particular context. For example, imagine one of the friends pulls up to the MC's house and sees the villain standing in front of her window, peering in. Super creepy! Of course the friend will tell the MC about this, and the MC will probably say, "I'm sure there was a good reason..." and when they mention it to the villain later, the villain says, "Oh! I was walking by and I saw an unusual caterpillar crawling up the inside of the window frame." Now the thing that looked so creepy has a believable explanation. However, it's not so reasonable that it couldn't still be an excuse... It provides just enough wiggle room for it to go either way.
And you can have some fun playing with the reader's expectations, too, because maybe a few days later, the villain pulls out their phone and shows the MC and the friends pictures of the unusual caterpillar. Now anyone who doubted the villain feels silly, but it doesn't mean they weren't peeping through the character's window. You could even have a time when the same friend (or maybe a different one who knows about the "caterpillar incident") shows up and sees the villain peeping through the window again. They say, "Another unusual caterpillar?" (their tone laced with suspicion), and the villain chuckles nervously and says, "No, ants this time. I need to let MC know they've got a little infestation." For anyone with a healthy skepticism, that's going to be too much... the caterpillar you can begrudgingly dismiss, but now... ants??? But, you can see how easy it would be for the MC to dismiss it because they trust this person. They will see no reason not to believe they were looking at ants this time. Especially if the villain elaborates... "I noticed a trail of ants when I was looking at the caterpillar last week, so walking by today, I thought I'd see if they were still there and let you know if they were." Sounds plausible enough to the MC, but the friend won't be so sure.
And, obviously I'm not suggesting you use this particular scenario, but hopefully you can see how you can use plausible deniability to make the trusting MC believe the villain where the friends (and potentially the reader) see that there's more going on.
As far as revealing the extent of the horror later, I think you'll want to use the rising suspicions and fears of the friends to create that build-up of dread, and then when the MC realizes (if that's part of the reveal), it's sort of like a domino effect where every single red flag their friends warned them about suddenly pop into their head as the red flag it always was rather than whatever plausible excuse they believed at the time.
I wrote this three different ways and hated all of them so here, yâall can think about killer Bakugou that sneaks into a horror house, kills one of the workers and uses his costume to continue hunting people down on the âjobâ.
Turns out, when he runs into you, you only jump a little and then start scolding him for popping out of nowhere, rambling about how hard it was dodging your group of friends to be here, call him by some other name and it all clicks in Bakugouâs head- the guy he killed was your boyfriend.
And thank fuck he did cuz that short dick didnât deserve such a pretty thing like you, whoâs now running a hand up and down his arm, murmuring that youâre finally alone with him after so long, compliment his costume and how âyou really went all out; even got that bloody metallic smell down n everythingâ, still not picking up on the long eerie silence he gives you, standing there, twisted smirk behind his mask.
âHow about⌠you and I,â Bakugou muses, knife glinting in the low light of the room as he presses it on your cheek, watches your glossy lips part to gasp from the cold touch of metal, ââŚgo somewhere a little more private for some fun? Been so long since I last touched you, baby.â
And his lie somehow works by the way you chew your bottom lip with an eager nod, because youâre either too horny or too stupid to even realize that he sounds nothing like your boyfriend but that all works to his favor.
So he fucks you in the backrooms, makes you cream and claw at his back from how rough he is and how he shredded your clothes with a very real knife and has you moaning to the ceiling cuz god! âS so deep- youâre in so deep! Youâre gonna make me cum!
Bakugou cackles, digs into your thighs that he holds to manhandle you down on him, fucks a hard rut that slams you on the wall and buries his dick deep in your spasming pussy, mask pressed on your drooly lips like heâs making out with you.
âThatâs right, like it when I make this little pussy weep, donât ya? Gonna make you cum your brains out until you forget all about your little boyfriend, sweetheart.â
He gets the cutest slurred huh? out of you, teary eyes barely able to look up through fluttering lashes, let alone not cross in the middle. They snap wide open when Bakugou grabs your neck, too sudden and too tight that it slightly snaps you out of your blissful delirium, makes the fear rise when he starts squeezing and your breathes get shorter and his hips donât stop rocking into you and he doesnât let up when you start actually clawing for air-
âYour boyfriend,â Bakugou sneers with venom, hauling you closer. âis dead in a dumpster outside- not that youâd care when you canât even tell how I sound nothinâ like him, dumb slut.â
He removes his mask and you instantly glue the handsome face of crazed red eyes and spiky blond hair to the killer on the loose, smirking down at you as he rearrange your guts (which might take a whole other meaning very soon).
âFuck, you really do think with your pussy, hah? Fucking squeezing down on me⌠like when I scare ya?â
You see it again, the glint of a knife coming to replace his hand on your throat, blade nearly nipping your skin open when you gasp for air, terrified, panicking, creaming.
âYou either let everyone hear you cum, with my name out these pretty lips,â Bakugou levels his eyes with you, grin maniacal, blade pressed harder on your throat, âor you can have a happy little reunion with your soulmate outside- matching. slashed. necks.â
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â Going into an abandoned asylum to film wasnât entirely a good idea, but Changkyunâs charming libido seemed to be a good motive â aside from the strange creaks and shadows.
DETAILS â [ 18+ | drabble | 1k ]
PAIRING â pornstar! changkyun x pornstar! gender-neutral! reader
GENRES â horror movie! au, smut, thriller
WARNINGS âbiting/marking, use of restraints, bit of dirty talk, quickie, creampie, no protection (use! it!), fear, blood, mentions of a killer, life-threatening situation.
this is based off the intro of american horror story: asylum. if you know, you know.
monsta x m.list | navi.
The cameraâs red light began to blink, the heavy breaths pulling from Changkyunâs chest a sign that he was excited. Set on the tripod and ready for action, his eyes shifted into gear as he lingered into the frame.
His hands gripped at your hips, slamming your body back against the chair. Your exposed back felt the leather handles, the cold and smooth texture grading against your skin. His arm wrapped around your form, arching you backwards in a deep kiss. Fingers trailing over his broad shoulders, your palms connected with his cheeks. Smooth skin in your hands, you felt him moan against your mouth, your body returning the sound. A blush formed under your touch, deepening the kiss as you pulled him closer.
Your tilting head caught sight of the camera, eyes blown with lust as you gazed into the lense. Like a match made in heaven, your freelancing profession led you to this moment. Changkyunâs tongue ran a hot stripe across your neck. You moaned, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to give him more space. His mouth delved against your skin, teeth grazing and sucking love bites that would stay with you for days.
Eager, his hands connected with your hips again, pushing you back into the chair as the leather restraints clamoured over your limbs. His jaw went slack, smirk expanding into a sly grin as his tongue stuck out. The wet muscle barely returned inside of his mouth, the tip poking at the corner of his lips in focus as he latched the first and only restraint around your wrist.
Puppy eyes up at him, his hand left the leather for a moment, grazing down to his growing length as he released a groan. Pent up frustration throughout the entire journey, he wasnât bound to last long now.
The miles of hiking nearly drove you mad, coming upon the destination with bitterness before full view of it turned your mind. The fermented walls and old oak beams ignited your senses, rushing inside the old asylum to get down to business. Filming the entire way in for your own memories, the moment Changkyunâs eyes landed on the operating chair, he knew the scene.
âOh, come on, doctor. Canât you just fuck me already?â you asked, bottom lip poked out.
Changkyunâs eyes squinted, attempting to keep himself from laughing as his hands gripped at his belt. The sound of the metal unhooking and jingling had you shivering, his thumbs pressing into the fabric of the jeans as they shuffled down his thighs hurriedly. It was always like this, the thing that got you both the most views, quickies.
Your bottoms were removed by the man in seconds, the fabric hanging at your ankles. His body bent forward, hand pushing at your chest to pry you back into the chair. The cold metal of the bed-like seat caused your skin to prick with chills, his tongue ravishing at your lower body to get you prepped.
Fingers of your freed hand grading at his skull to cling to his locks, he had no mercy. Spiraling and spinning his wet muscle, you were nearing your first orgasm when he ripped his mouth away. Covered in your arousal already, the back of his hand abraded his lips to collect the wetness, lapping at it with his tongue before it returned to your waist. He aligned himself with you, slipping in with ease as both of your eyes clenched shut. Like lightning, he didnât miss a beat to start pounding into you.
Both panting like dogs, the clink of metal from a distance went unheard, your mind nulling it out as just being the chair beneath you. Wrists tugging at the restraints, Changkyun fucked into you like his life depended on it â and his career did. Filling you deeply, the sight of the opened ceiling above caught your attention. Eyes heavy, half-lidded, the corroded spot shuffled. A shadow caught you staring, shifting away as Changkyunâs cock released his orgasm into your walls. Your breath went short, sight turning a blinding white as his hands pleasured what his length couldnât, sending you into one of the hardest orgasms you ever had on camera.
The blinking light of the device brought you back, Changkyun pulling out of you as he clicked the camera off. Cleaning you, you sat up in the chair. The restraints had rubbed your skin raw, red and irritated as he pouted down at you. Caressing the skin that he could feel around the fabric, his fingers met the latch as the sound echoed once more.
You both froze in shock, eyes meeting as panic filled Changkyun. âWe canât go back to jail for trespassing!â He whispered, kissing your temple as he hastily pulled at the leather restraints.
The noise was closing in on both of you, Changkyunâs skilled fingers releasing you from the chair in seconds. You grabbed the camera from the tripod, leaving the holder as you dropped the device into your bag from the floor and pulled it over your shoulder. Body hidden behind Changkyunâs form, your fist clenched at the back of his shirt as he walked. Sharp eyes turning the corner of the doorway, something down the hall made the man turn white as paper.
âRun!â he called, dashing with you pacing behind him.
Your eyes were wide with fear, head turning back for a split second to see what had caused such a commotion to your partner. A tall man stood in the midst of the hall, blood spattered everywhere. Unable to take in the scene, Changkyunâs hand pulled at your arm, lacing your fingers together and rushing out of the building.
Bushes broke past your bodies, running behind a wall of shrubs to catch your breath. Changkyunâs cheeks were flushed with redness, pupils dilated as he looked you over. He pressed a kiss to your lips, both of you peering over the asylum once more as screams emitted from the same building you were once in.
(Note: this au is not connected to Batoâs Backstory AU, so Bato is not related to Zuko aside from being his step-dad-in-law)
Sokka has a gaming channel where he plays just about everything and anything, and typically drags Zuko into playing it with him. Everyone ships them, Sokka starts hanging up his favourite pieces of fanart in the background of the videos.
Sokka ropes Hakoda and Bato into playing with him and zuko for multiplayer games, or giving the two entire âepisodesâ for themselves (he runs a series where his friends take over the episode at the start of it and play the game they want to), Hakoda usually picks sea or hunting related ones, Bato just picks the ones he think looks cool
eventually, Bato mentions to Hakoda about making their own gaming channel, and Hakoda eventually agrees. They have more subscribers than Sokkaâs channel, and like everyone is in love with both of them, especially when Bato mentions his height in a livestream (heâs 6â˛8ft)
Bato also learns Hakoda should never be trusted with Among Us, as heâs either really intense with finding out the killer, or creepily good at being the killer.
One time they sang a sea shanty on a dare while playing Sea Of Thieves and everyone found out they actually sound very good together.
(and yes, everyone ships them together, even more so than sokkaâs fans ship him with zuko. Sokka does not understand how they got popular so quickly, but nearly died laughing when he watched one of their playthroughs. Hakoda goes for wide jokes that cover a lot of humor, while Bato is a sniper and takes people out with very good oneliners.)
