#What can I say I love psychotic men covered in blood

[nightmaresghost]

We need more psychotic Alan on TV.

[waffles-art-writing]

Hey um can you do platonic task force 141 with a gender neutral child reader who is like Six from little nightmare

The team find the child eating fresh meat in the old basement(first meet)

Child reader can only said a few words

Summary: The team find you in a dusty basement under stranger circumstances. Price comes to find out you love causing chaos back at base.

Proofread: kinda

Pairing: Task Force 141 ! Platonic x Child!Reader

WordCount: SHORT ASF SO SO SORRY

Age Rating:

Codename:

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: I have writer's block - apologies! Gore, COD STUFF, descriptive eating & smell and other heavy described behaviours and scene, cursing, (IDK Little Nightmares too well so bare with me on this one)

Request?: YES

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Soap detonates the breach on the door, the hinge’s getting ripped from the frame. The heavy bolts falling to the ground with a clack, the dust fills the air, darkness shrouding the staircase down to the basement of the building. Ghost’s eyes scan his surroundings through the night vision, the power went out just as they breached the front door of the building. “Basement breached” Soap states over the comms, Price’s voices crackles to life acknowledging them.

The stench from the basement makes all the mens spines shiver, the smell of something rotting urges the bile to bubble in their throats. Ghost is beyond thankful he’s wearing a balaclava to help limit the smell, yet the acid and musky smell still makes it to his nose. “Steamin’ jesus. What the hell is that smell” Soap mumbles, attempting to cover his nose with his shoulder, keeping his gun raised. “I have no clue but it makes me wanna be sick” Gaz states, his eyes watering. Both him and Price just met up with Ghost and Soap as they started descending the stairs. “Get this over and done with so we can get air boys” Price grumbles, following behind his team.

Ghost steps onto the floor quietly, his eyes peeled for any movement. He checks the doorway before entering a room off to the side, Gaz and Price at the other door to the other room. Soap taps Ghost’s shoulder, his eyes locked onto something in the dark corner of the room. ��The hell is that” the Scotsman questions, his eyes not moving away from the small being hunched over in the corner. The yellow jacket adorning its back is stained with god knows what, clearly dirty, the small tears can be seen. The wet crunching sounds can be heard from the corner, the sound of flesh tearing and snuffles. Almost sounds like a dog got into the meat locker and going crazy m, eating the meat as fast as it can. “Price, you might wanna come over here” Ghost states, Price walks over asking what’s going on. Gaz behind him.

“The bloody hell is that” the older man questions, his brows furrowed as he steps forward. He’s not sure what to do, from this angle it looks like a child. But that’s what they are all hoping for, and not some kind estranged person that’s gone psychotic in the dark basement over a long period of time. Which could possibly be true as well, highly likely in reality. All the men jump backwards when the small being turns around, their wide eyes staring at them like beady little bugs in the night. “Mother of god” Soap curses as he watches the sickening red blood drip from the child’s mouth, his stomach twisting as he realises it’s eating raw meat. Fresh, raw meat. Everyone in the room wants to gag and leave, but Price picks up the courage and approaches the kid.

Soap watches their captain with disgust, Gaz has his hand covering his mouth as Ghost just stares. His brows furrowed behind his mask, his own stomach churning like a raging storm. By the time Price manages to pick the child up, they have only said very few words. The words were very mumbled with the likes of not knowing English and how to speak too well. “Where take me?” Was the main thing they were saying, questions where the team was taking them when they made their way out of the damp and rotting basement.

The team settles down on the plane, they keep a good distance between themselves and the child as they are not too sure what exactly is up with the kid. Gaz managed to clean their face, as the smell of blood and the look of deep red dripping to the floor was not helping his stomach one bit. The kids' yellow raincoat was something they all kinda looked at with curiosity, why were they in a yellow raincoat if they were in a basement? By the time they got to base, everyone got comfortable seeing the kid staring at them with curiosity, like every child. The one that piqued the kids interest the most was Ghost, of course, the skull mask and quiet, brooding demeanour and cold eyes always seemed to gain the attention of anyone. Especially a kid no matter what they were doing beforehand.

*Random interactions at base*

The sound of small feet sprinting down the corridor and lightly giggles gained Price’s attention from his office, the door was open slightly. The room was stuffy after a hot day so he wanted to air it out, which went through the windows and the door was open. “YOU WEE ANKLEBITER C’MERE!” A scottish accent yells out, thunderous boots hitting the cement floor. Price is looking at his door, contemplating if he should go out to check on them. “Not my circus, not my monkeys” he repeats, his words getting cut off by the yelling of another voice. “JOHNNY! WHERE IS MY MASK!” This time it’s a Manchester accent, more specifically Ghost’s. “My circus my monkeys” Price repeats quickly as he gets up from his desk quickly, pushing his door open to see a very much pissedoff Simon Riley stalking down the corridor. You could practically see the fire behind the man's eyes. “You’re a dead man Soap!” The Brit yells, passing Price quickly. Price pinches his brow as he follows after the raging man, concerned for Soap’s safety more so over yours. Knowing full well that Ghost wouldn't lay a finger on you, but would gladly give Soap a new bruise to add to his plentiful collection of colours.

Price turns the corner to see you, perched on a shelf, Ghost’s mask tucked in hands with a large cheeky grin spread across your face. Your eyes covered by the mop of hair, you screamed when they tried to cut it. Your yellow coat overtop one of the boy’s old shirts and some basketball shorts they took from a rookie. Price glances over to the other side of the room, Ghost has Soap cornered, he looks like he is watching all his life flash before his eyes in one go. “Kid…. Please. Just give his mask back before someone gets hurt” you look at Price your head tilts to the side in question.

Price just sighs as he watches the team yell at eachother, and you just fuel the raging chaos.

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So sorry it’s so short! I just couldn’t think of anything!! ;-;

[jannahime]

Hello, can you do where Raian meets Zara aka (Zack Foster sister), and she is crazy just like him. Where Raian and his brothers heard commotion and screaming and saw a building and they saw blood and Raian was interested. When they went to the building, they saw 2 males screaming at the women with a scythe and she sliced them into halves and she was cackling crazy just like her brother. Raian was not only intrigued but was deeply in love with her and they both have a connection. They are both crazy and want to kill with bloodlust. After that she turned around saw Raian and her eyes went to neutral color and she waved at him innocently. Raian took her with him and they get to meet interact with each other. Around 6 months, she was nervous to her skin to Raian because she was also burned like her brother and she had bandages around her. Raian saw her and she jumped little bit and told him she was scared to show her skin. Raian told her (his style), “I don’t give a flying fuck what you look like underneath, all I care about is what is underneath with those crazy beautiful sexy eyes”. Zara tested up and kissed him and she showed him her true self. Raian carefully touch her and he kissed some scars and Zara reared up more and kissed him more.

Yes I can I am very sorry for taking so long in answering your ask! 🙏😞

Psycho Love

Raian Kure x GN Reader, Raian Kure

|fluff|Blood|limbs chopped|a little bit of 18+|

Word count: 1,638

It was already 3 am and Raian and Reiichi and Hollis were out on a mission that required three men. But Raian thought otherwise and he was very annoyed at the fact that he was being babysitted by these two.

He wanted to be on his own, and he craved carnage and a good ol massacre. “Why are the two of you here with me on this mission? What the fuck was the old man thinking sending you and Reiichi with me on this mission!? I can fucking handle it!” Growled Raian with annoyance.

“Look Raian….grandfather Erioh said you needed backup and we're doing just that. After what you did to Alan….Edward Wu himself will try to kill you or he'll send someone to come kill you…. we're just here to cover you while you fight the big boss.” Replied Hollis with an indifferent expression.

Raian just snarled and continued to walk away fast to the point where he was now jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Suddenly his ears caught a blood curdling scream and a sinister grin appeared on his face.

He soon glided from rooftop to rooftop towards the scream. He now heard psychotic laughter and it began to get him quite curious and excited at the same time, wondering who is unleashing carnage at the moment and why.

When he arrived at the scene, he saw two grown men from Edward Wu’s clan shaking in fear from a small, curvy, and feisty looking wild cat with a huge scythe that was covered and dripping with blood. She laughed like the maniac she is as she threatened the two men with her scythe.

“Look at you two grown men trembling with fear now! Look at the one on the left pissed his pants! Hahahahaha 🤣!!!” Her maniac laugh echoed in the air.

Raian’s sinister grin grew wider and wider as the woman swung her scythe and chopped the two men up like chopped liver leaving nothing but bits and chunks swimming in a puddle of blood.

“Wooh! How fun!” She giggled like a schoolgirl who just got a date.

When she turns around she stops in her tracks and she sees Raian Kure towering over looking down at her with a smug grin and a smooth look that says “woah mama.”

“Who the fuck are you?” She asked with such a diva attitude, popping one hip out and leaning on it with her one hand resting on her hip and the other carrying her scythe over her shoulder.

“Raian Kure at your service doll. And you are?” Raian spoke smoothly to her being a flirtatious thug.

“....It's Zara…..Zara Foster. So…..what do you want….Raian Kure?” She replied dryly.

“Oh come on! lighten up kitten.” Purrs Raian as he plays with a few strands of her long messy hair.

“Back off creep….don't touch me!” Spat Zara at Raian as she threatened him with her scythe to his throat. He only raised an eyebrow as he continues to sincerely grin at her not being bothered by the fact that he was being threatened by a weapon to his throat.

“Look doll face-”

“It's Zara!” She hissed threateningly at him.

“Whatever. My point is…..it seems that you and I share a common interest.” Spoke Raian with a small chuckle.

“Is that so?..and what might that be?” Spoke Zara sarcastically as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Our arousal for bloodlust.” replied Raian with a cheeky grin.

“Is that right ……” She spoke uninterested. But soon more of Edward Wu’s clan surrounded the two of them. The two began to smile and cackle in a maniac way.

Raian attacked from the left side while Zara took the right side unleashing her mighty strength and chopping off limbs and heads from the right bodies dropping to the ground one by one.

Hollis and Reiichi looked on with bewildered looks as they saw Raian and Zara dance in joy in a cesspool of the Wu clan's blood. Zara’s eyes were glowing red with bloodlust and Raian twirled her around up in the air picking her up from the waist twirling her up in the air.

Soon her eyes went back to normal and she waved and blushed at him shyly. Months go by as the two begin to date. Fusui couldn't believe her older brother found someone who actually clicked with him and was just as crazy as him.

The fact that he was asking her for advice on a gift and what to wear on a fancy date. “oh my god……did I die and go to heaven or hell…..who are yih and what have you done with my brother. Where the fuck is my crazy bastard brother that I know?” Fusui replied, still shocked.

“Shut up! Hurry up and tell me what the fuck do women like so I can fucking get a present for my girl! And is this outfit good enough or do I need to get fancier clothing?” He replied dryly.

“.....just get her some red roses…or black roses…..and what you're wearing is fine if you're going to take her to Cheddar's. That outfit is fine.” Fusui replied, still shocked.

“Um…” uttered Fusui.

“What?” Replied Raian with a snarl.

“Are you going to introduce her to us one of these days?” Fusui asked, a little anxious.

“Fuck no! Why the fuck would do that! Plus I don't want to fucking look desperate into marrying her….at least not yet.” Growled Raian in annoyance as he fixed his tie.

Raian didn't come back last night, in fact he didn't come back home for a few months. Fusui and everyone else got worried. no matter who texted Raian he wouldn't pick up nor reply to the messages and calls, he would sometimes read the messages but he would leave them on read.

Everyone worried that the Wu clans got to him out a few weeks later he showed up with scratch marks, bite, marks, hickeys, and a bitten and a semi swollen bottom lip a little bit of red lipstick smudged on his lips

“Where have you been…..did you seriously get devoured by-”

“Yeah and what of it grandpa ... .oh we and by the way you're going to be a grandpa AND I'm going to be a dad…. you're welcome!” He walks away humming to himself in a happy mood.

Erioh almost had a heart attack as he clutched his chest uncertain how to feel. Fusui fainted and everyone else was still shocked.

Months prior:

Zara was a little nervous. Raian was coming to sleepover. He didn't ask permission, he literally texted her telling her that he was coming over and that he wasn't going to wait on an answer.

Zara was blushing and a nervous wreck. She knew that tonight might be the night as to where it would be an intimate passionate night between her and Raian.

She was self-conscious of herself. She was full of burn marks from head to toe. And she felt like he would be disgusted if he saw her skin.

He kicks the door down without knocking. “Hey I'm here.” Replied Raian nonchalant.

“I have a door knob and a doorbell you know.” Zara replied with a sigh.

“Yeah I know.” Replied Raian nonchalantly.

He pins Zara to the wall and kisses her through her bandaids. Zara moans softly but she tries to push him away but he doesn't let go.

“R-Raian…..ah …..wait……mmm……” she whispers softly into his mouth.

Raian began to tear open her bandages. But Zara pushes him away, roughly jumping a little. “No Raian! I just don't feel comfortable in my own skin! I-”

“I don't give a flying fuck what you look like underneath, all I care about is what is underneath those crazy, beautiful, sexy, eyes of yours.” Replied Raian in a hoarse tone of voice.

Zara gasps softly and she kisses him back just as fiercely. Raian manages to tear off all of her bandages and then he kisses every scar on her body from head to toe.

She helps um undress while he rips off her clothes. He kisses her neck and jawline nuzzling her ear with his lips whispering dirty things in her ear.

Zara chuckles softly as she tilts her head back giving him freedom to kiss her neck and jawline. He soon cups her chin and he devours her mouth, their tongues tangile with each other.

He soon lifts her up in his arms and begins thrust into her roughly. Zara mewls quietly as she continues to kiss him and wrap her arms and legs around him tightly.

Raian had more missions to do but it was the first time he ever ignored them and spent his time with Zara for many months.

Until Zara got morning sickness one day. She took a test and she found out she got pregnant.

Back to present day:

When Fusui woke up she looked around. “I swear…..did I just hear that psycho older brother…..is going to be a father?” She said still shocked.

“That he is….oh my…..I hope the baby grows up to be powerful as him but not as deranged as him.” Spoke Erioh in a sigh.

Months later Zara gave birth to a son and she named him Zack after her older brother. Zack had his mother's black hair and Raian's demon eyes. The many prayings of Erioh were heard as he wished for Raian’s son to be different and Zack’s IQ was high. The boy was very smart and spoke at a very young age when he's supposed to be talking gibberish.

The boy grew up to be one of the most powerful lethal weapons in the Kure Family just like his father Raian Kure.

The end…….

[marauderundercover]

Crashed Dates (Day 2: Scarecrow)

Marinette grins at her boyfriend, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth as they walk around the pumpkin farm. It was so nice, finally being able to go on cute dates like this. They’d first started dating while he was in Paris on business, around a year ago. Sure, he’d made trips to Paris and she’d made a few to Metropolis, but it was different now that she had moved to Gotham. Now they were able to go on random, unplanned dates, instead of dates that had been planned for weeks. He was definitely worried when she first told him she was moving to Gotham, but she had reassured him that it would be fine. (Not that she had a choice in the matter, Tikki had informed her on her last trip to Metropolis that Gotham was sick, that it was calling out for help and that as the Guardian, it was her job to help it). Gotham was….interesting, but she’d settled in just fine in the two weeks she’d been there.

And so, when he had called her out of the blue to tell her he found a place he thought she’d love, she made sure she had enough layers and jumped at the chance for a day with him. So far, the day had been absolutely perfect. They’d drank hot apple cider, ate warm donuts, taken a trip around the farm on the hayride- everything was great. But for some reason, her amazingly stubborn boyfriend didn’t want to go into the corn maze. 

“Please! You’ll be my favorite person in the whole world.” She begs again, her grin quickly switching into a pout. She keeps pouting, leaning against his arm, until he sighs.

“Fine, we can do the maze.” He says and she cheers, standing on her toes and tugging him down slightly to give him a quick kiss. 

“You are the best!” She says, over enunciating every word. He just grins, giving her another soft kiss. 

“If we get lost, I’m calling the Demon Spawn to come get us out. Pretty sure he has a tracker on my phone.” Jason says, letting her tug him along towards the maze. She just rolls her eyes, grinning. 

“You know you’re secretly touched that he cares enough to track you.” She teases as they near the entrance of the maze.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbles, glaring at the scarecrow situated at the entrance of the maze. Marinette raises an eyebrow. 

“You have a problem with men made of straw?” She asks, legitimately confused by his reaction. 

“Geeze M, I knew you were new to Gotham but I forget how new.” He says, pulling her closer. She melts into him, still confused by his reaction, but happy to be close. As they walk through the maze, frustratingly running into deadends, Jason explains Scarecrow. Marinette decides that he’s number two on the list of villains she never wants to meet. Joker is number one. (Joker is also number one on the list of villains she wants to meet, but that’s because she’s always wondered what it would look like to cataclysm a psychotic clown). She’s just about to suggest they call Damian and utilize the tracker that was, undoubtedly on Jason’s phone, when the screaming begins. 

“There isn’t a haunted house here, is there.” Marinette says, her face pale. She wasn’t ready to be a hero again. She’d only defeated Hawkmoth a year ago. Just before meeting Jason. She didn’t want that part of her life again, not now. 

“No, no there’s not.” Jason says, eyes glancing around wildly. Marinette’s heart breaks at the panic on his face. She knew that, despite his tough guy appearance, he struggled. A lot. He had nightmares, constantly, mostly of the time Joker had kidnapped him (hence the whole, cataclysm Joker thing). Pushing down her own fear and doubt, she tightens her grip on his hand and squares her shoulders. 

“Come on.” She instructs, tugging him behind her as she darts through the maze, determined to get out. She stumbles over a rock and lets go of Jason’s hand in time for her to fall into a larger clearing. She curses as she falls, her palms stinging. 

“What have we here?” A voice says. Marinette sits up, staring up at a man in a scarecrow costume and suddenly, Jason’s fear, or rather, dislike, of scarecrows makes more sense. So much more sense. She glances around and lets out a sigh of relief. She’d let go of Jason quick enough. He wasn’t caught up in this. Hopefully, he could call his father. She wasn’t sure if the rumors about Bruce Wayne and Batman dating were true, but Batman was always quick to interfere if it was a Wayne or Wayne adjacent involved. 

“A girl who’s a little pissed that you crashed her date.” She retorts, standing up and brushing her stinging palms off on her jeans. She’d have to get the blood out later, which would be a pain. Better than having the blood on her palms mix with the dirt that also now covered her hands. 

“You’re either very brave or very stupid, little girl. Let’s see how you deal with my newest strain of fear toxin.” He says, and she lunges towards the man, not willing to go down without a fight. Almost immediately, a sharp pinch on her neck has her stumbling back away from the man as she tries to take in her new surroundings. 

She was back in Paris, but it wasn’t the Paris she had left. The city that was healing. Instead this Paris was underwater. Buildings were toppled over, and the moon was in pieces in the sky. She was back there. A place she hadn’t seen in person since she was fourteen, a place that had haunted her nightmares for ten years. She inhales sharply when she sees him. Chat Blanc. But instead of fear, she’s just angry. This isn’t real. It can’t be. Adrien Agreste was Chat Noir. And Adrien was….turning, she realizes that she can almost see him. Out of the corner of her eye, she can almost see Scarecrow, watching her. Waiting for her to react. Anger coursing through her, she charges the man, tackling him all the way to the ground. She pulls back her fist and punches him, repeatedly. 

“How dare you! How dare you use his face like that! You son of a bitch!” She screams as she hits, the roaring in her ears blocking out all other sounds. She keeps her focus on feeling the man she’s hitting, because the second she lets her focus wander, she gets sucked into her surroundings again. The way the sky just looks wrong. The odd haze over everything. And now, the corpses floating in the water closest to her. Adrien. Maman. Papa. She’s not scared, she’s pissed. Sure, those were her biggest fears and that’s definitely why she was seeing them all like that, but she’d already seen it. She’s lived it. They were gone, not coming back. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to fall down and break about it. Not when some asshole with fear toxin was running around randomly injecting people. Suddenly, something is wrapped around her and she’s pulled up. She kicks frantically, trying to get out of the steel grip she’s trapped in. She had to- what did she have to do? Another sharp pinch in her neck makes her eyes droop sleepily. She struggles again, barely able to hear the voice calling her name as she succumbs to the darkness.

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Jason Todd feels like a major prick. He watched his girlfriend trip and instead of helping her up, he uses it as a distraction to try and call B. How the fuck was he supposed to know she tripped right into the Scarecrow? He’s cursing himself mentally as he rushes towards the ambulance. Replacement had texted him. 

Marinette was injected. At ambulances near front of farm

And Jason felt like shit. She’d never forgive him, not that he deserved it. He’d left her with one of Gotham’s biggest villains. His heart sinks when he sees the blood on her, and the oxygen mask attached to her face. Fuck. He’s almost to her, when one of the asshole cops stops him. 

“Excuse me, sir, you can’t go over there.” He says and Jason scowls. 

“Like hell I can’t. She’s my girlfriend, let me through.” He says, and the man shakes his head. 

“Family only.” He states. Jason’s about to argue, when a hand lands on his shoulder. 

“I still need to get a statement from Mr. Todd, if you’ll excuse us.” Replacement says, leading him away from the cop. 

“I left her.” He says, the second they’re far enough away. Tim frowns.

“What do you-”

“I mean, I left her. She tripped and instead of checking on her, I was a complete and total asshole and left her so I could call B to get his ass over here and solve the goddamn problem.” Jason says, feeling like even more of an asshole now that he’s said it out loud. 

“Did you see Scarecrow?” Replacement asks. Jason scoffs. 

“Of course not! You really think I would’ve left if I had?” He asks with a glare. 

“No, I don’t. So stop blaming yourself. I literally peeled her off of Scarecrow, she was beating the crap out of him. She’s gonna be tired and scared and confused when she wakes up. Just be there-”

“Jason!” Her terrified voice echoes out and Jason turns, sprinting for the cot he’d seen her on a minute ago. She had ripped the oxygen mask off her face and was looking around while arguing with the paramedic. 

“Ma’am please-” “Marinette!” Jason calls, and her face relaxes as she leaps off the cot and launches herself into his arms. He holds her as she shakes, sobs wracking her body. 

“I saw them.” She mumbles once she calms down a little. He frowns. 

“Saw who?” He asks. 

“My parents. Adrien. Their bodies.” She says, and suddenly, Jason has another name to add to his kill list. Being a complete asshole to all of Gotham, sure. Making his girlfriend see the bodies of those she’d lost? Nope. Now the bastard better hope he didn’t meet Red Hood in an alley. 

“God, Mari, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry I left.” He apologizes, his heart aching when she pushes him away. She frowns up at him and he winces, certain she’s about to break up with him. 

“Left?” She asks and he nods. 

“When you tripped, I swear, I didn’t know Scarecrow was there.” He says. 

“But you got Batman here.” She says and he jerks back. How the hell had she figured it out? When did she- “I know Bruce said he isn’t dating Batman, but honestly, I think he’s just in denial.” She adds. 

“I- what?” 

“Batman always comes when anyone in the Wayne family is in danger. Like, so quickly. And I know that Bruce says it’s just a bunch of rumors, like the whole ‘the butts match’ thing? But I also think that Batman is head over heels for Bruce, and your dad is just kinda clueless.” She rambles. Jason just laughs before pulling her into a deep kiss. She was okay. They were okay. He pulls back and grins at her, until he notices the blood again. 

“Shit, that’s a lot of blood.” He says, taking her hand in his to try and find the source. He glances at her face and raises an eyebrow at the blush that had taken over her face. 

“Oh, um, it’s not mine.” She mumbles. 

“Then who-” “Apparently I beat the hell out of Scarecrow. In my defense, that fear toxin sucked. And I was kinda pissed.” She says, frowning down at the blood on her hands. Jason takes one of his hands and gently tilts her chin up so that she’s looking at him again. He grins at her, giving her a short, soft kiss before pulling back. 

“I love you.” He says, and if the kiss she gave him in return meant anything, she felt the same way.

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[babu-haitani]

Watermelon, Sugar, High

Genre: SMUT, pure disgusting Smut

Pairings: Sanzu x Fem S/O

TW: Mentions of Drugs, Toxic Relationship, Blood play, Dacryphilia, Necrophilia, Knife Play, Killing, Abuse, Smut

P.S Characters are 18+ MINORS DNI!!

A/N: Sanzu didn't kill S/O it just so happened they did it infront of a dead body...and google said that's still Necrophilia....soooooo... yeah...

You and Sanzu have been together for some time now, He met you during a raid at your parents house because of the debt they owe Bonten. When he arrived at your house he saw you covered in blood, a knife in hand and your parents bodies laying on the ground. BRUTALY MURDERED.

You killed them because of the reason 'ABUSE'. Everytime your parents would come home from their so called 'WORK' they would tie you and beat you up for no reason, You've had enough and ended up killing them. You were prepared to go to jail, It just so happened Sanzu arrived first before the cops and he took a liking to you because of your bloodlust and there and then he took you to Bonten with him.

Ordered his men to destroy all evidence linking to you being the murderer, his men followed his orders. Because of Sanzu you were given a job by Mikey himself.

"Y/N...You can work with Sanzu, you got great potential to be of use to us" Mikey said, you just nodded. You know what kind of man Sanzu is, he is psychotic, always high, almost sexually aroused resulting to him always flirting with you but you would decline.

And here you are...as Sanzu's lover...

"Oi, kakucho..." Sanzu spoke, turning to kakucho he gave him his signature psychotic laugh while you stood there minding your business, checking if you're nails are dirty or not. Kakucho raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Can you leave me and darling Y/N here?~" He cooed as he swings his unsheathed katana, hitting the person that he was torturing, earning a loud and hurtful scream. Walking towards the guy he was torturing you lifted your legs and stepped on their genital, crushing it.

"Shut up, my boyfriend is talking..." You coldly spoke, making Sanzu sway his body left in right with hearts in his eyes.

"Y/N! THAT WAS SO COOL! KAKUCHO! DID YOU SEE MY LITTLE PSYCHO?! SHE'S AMAZING!" Sanzu yelled happily and lovingly at you, you just sneered at his compliment. Kakucho followed what Sanzu said and left you two alone his torture room.

Walking towards you, Sanzu snaked his arms around your waist, lifting your shirt and placed his Katana blade on your stomach, lightly injuring it causing the blood to water down the said injury. You have high pain tolerance that's why you didn't even flinch, Sanzu loves that about you.

"Say...Y/N, wanna do it next to dead bodies?" He questioned you as he started nibbling on your neck with his tongue, planting kisses on every part of it as much as he can. YOU'RE HIS AND ONLY HIS.

"Even if I said no, you would still do it." You bluntly said, Sanzu smirked as he kisses your neck more. He looked at the guy that was infront of you two, crying silently in pain as he looks both of you in disgusts. This pissed you off, it reminds you of how your parents would look at you everytime they went home.

You grabbed Sanzu's katana from his hand and stabbed the guy in the head, Sanzu laughed loudly.

"Wow! this is why I love you!" He yelled once again as he pulled you towards him, you can feel his breath on your face. His smell makes you dizzy, it's addicting...He smells like men's cologne, cigarettes, mint candy and weed.

Sanzu licked your lips and kissed it, you can feel yourself getting aroused. Something in your head tells you to to piss of Sanzu so he can ruin you but the other one says you're screwed if you did that, but you want him.

During the kiss you bit Sanzu's lips causing for him to flinch away and let go of the kiss, you looked at him with a smirk. He knows what you're doing, he also knows you like it, you both like it. Roughly grabbing your face with his hand, he looked at you with anger and lust in his eyes.

"Bold of you to fucking bite me, Don't forget who you belong to. SLUT" He angirly said, this aroused you even more.

"And bold of you to assume that I belong to---" He didn't let you finished when he turned you around, facing the dead body.

"Kneel before I get even more pissed and make my men fuck you instead" He spoke once more, Sanzu knows you hate that idea. No one can satisfy you except his cock inside of you and that's all you want. Bending over infront of the corpse, you grabbed both sides of the chair for balance.

Sanzu looked at you with pure lust, he was greatful to have someone like you wrapped around his finger. Submissive, beautiful, knows your place, and knows that you belong to him and no one else.

Taking out his spare knife, he lifted your skirt and he was greeted by a sexy red undergarment, using the knife he placed it on your ass making you jolt from the sudden cold touch.

"Haru..." You moaned, looking at him over your shoulders. He slapped your ass making you jolt once more.

"Patience, darling...If you wait more I'll give you a treat" Sanzu cooed at you as he lightly massaged your ass and then cuts the strings of the undergarment you're wearing, as your panties falled down to the floor, you started dripping. Sanzu whistled.

He traced the line of your cunt with the hilt of his knife, a moan escaped your lips. Sanzu cupped himself, just hearing your voice like that brings joy to his entire body.

Using the hilt of the knife he pushed inside your cunt.

"n-nggh!...Haru..." You called out to him, nearly falling onto the corpse cause of the tiredness your arms are feeling and also because of the pleasure that you're feeling from how he pulls the knife in and out of your wet cunt.

"Beg for it..." Sanzu said, clenching your fist you looked at him over your shoulder again.

"Fuck me, Haru...please" You silently begged, Sanzu looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

"That's not how you beg, my love..." Sanzu cooed once more, at this point you were already crying from the frustration of not getting the pleasure you want and deserve.

"FUCK ME, HARU! Ruin my cunt, fuck me hard...Please...I'm begging you.." You yelled at him, he laughed at stood up from his position. You can hear him unbuckling his belt, his cock sprung onto your ass. The feeling of his cock on your ass makes you feel dizzy, you can feel it twitching, pre-cum dripping from it's tip.

You heard Sanzu chuckled and then he grabbed both you arms and held with with one hand, lifting you towards his chest. His other hand, rubbing the tip of his dick on your entrance.

"Who's alut are you?" Sanzu asked as he nibbles on you ear. Looking at him with teary eyes you replied...

"Yours...I'm your slut, your cocksl---" He didn't let you finish your words when pushed himself inside of you, you yelped from the pleasure, your walls clenching onto him.

"Fuck~..." He hissed as he slowly moved his hips in and out, drool was now dripping from your mouth. You were feeling dizzy, the way Sanzu holds you is making you feel aroused and fall deep into pleasure.

"Haru..." You begged once again, he knows what you want. Since you've been a good girl to him for the past few minutes, he started quickining his thrusts into you. Your moans escaped your lips, you can't conceal them anymore.

"Fuck!...This pussy belongs to me, yeah?" Sanzu groaned right to your ear, you nodded. Agreeing to his statement. You're his cocksleeve, toy pussy, you're his and he is yours.

Using his hand that was holding the knife he placed it on your neck, he nibbles on your neck to your shoulders. Leaving hickeys, marking what's his.

"If you stopped crying, I'll fucking slit your throat" Sanzu warned, fastening his thrusts once more. The pleasure made you cry out loud. The room was now filled with your cries, moans and Sanzu's groans. If the room was hot earlier, it was hotter now.

He continued his thrusts into you, hitting the right spots and also your cervix. It was the best feeling you're experiencing.

"T-thank...Ahhh...you, Haru~" You would say between your moans and cries, This made Sanzu's ego grow big. Of course he would also reward you with more kisses all over your shoulders and neck.

"I'm cumming~ Haru...please!" You started yelling, Sanzu hurried his thrusts reaching for his high.

"Cum with me, hun..." Sanzu groaned in your.

After a few more thrusts, you cummed all over his cock. He rewarded you with painting your entire walls with his cum, putting his knife away he pulled his cock out of you and made you face him. Your make up was a mess from all of the crying, He lightly kissed your jaw to your lips.

"You did a good job, My little psycho~" He praised you, giving him a sweet yet tired smile and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him for another kiss. Sanzu stared at you with loving eyes and popped another pill in his system, you just grinned at him and lightly smacked him.

Just when you two were about to dress up the door opened, you looked at the door with wide eyes and hid behind Sanzu, who's cock was still out.

"Sanzu, Mikey asked---" Kokonoi entered, he looked at you both in disgust especially Sanzu who's now lifting his pants like as if Koko hadn't seen his member.

"Disgusting...Mikey has another job for you two, come out after you two are CLEANED." and with that he left you two, laughing at his expression. Before leaving the room you two kissed some more and then headed out to go to Mikey's office and follow his orders. Sanzu would steal glances at you and look at you lovingly cause of the visible marks on your neck to your collarbone that his boss can see.

Mikey just shrugged it off and would roll his eyes at you two...

[scary-lasagna]

Oh also could I request some yandere hcs for all your gals since not a lot of people ask about them and I don't think there's a lot of pasta girls 👉👈

Jane: https://scary-lasagna.tumblr.com/post/616853060802723840/yandere-jane-the-killer-pls

Nina

Absolutely psychotic, but not as psycho as Jeff.

She’s sneaky and appears to her darling with a sweet girl facade, rather than a weird psycho who collects your hair for a shrine.

But one can only lie for so long before getting caught red-handed.

First, it was your shirts that were missing, then your body wash, then you.

Nina managed to knock you out and drag you home with her. It was a shit poor attempt at kidnapping, you got out of the rope as soon as you woke up.

But it was the lunatic with a chili pepper covered knife standing at the door that stopped you.

Before you could run the other direction, Nina tackled you in a bone crushing hug that restricted your arms to your sides.

The girl sobbed and begged you not to leave, you were all she had, and as much as you wanted to kick her off and run for the hills the knife was looming against the shell of your ear.

Choose wisely on what you say next, your life depends on it.

With Nina, you get two chances, and then she loses her rationally. However, she’s not against hurting her s/o to get what she wants for temporarily relief.

But other than sudden outbursts of abnormal emotions, Nina tries to simulate a somewhat normal life. The doors only remain locked during the day when she’s gone, and the windows don’t have a single board on them to block out the sunlight!

Don’t think about escaping though, she stays up until sunrise counting your breaths.

Kate

Yan!Kate has most likely isolated herself from her peers and any social interaction.

She resides in the nearby abandoned mineshaft, and casually switches to an old run down cabin nearby if she decides to want a breath of fresh air.

Capturing a darling with her good looks is off the map, so Kate resorts to dragging you kicking and screaming towards the mine.

She’s 5′6″ of whoop-ass and will hit you back if you put up too much of a fight. 

Then, you are placed in the most fancy cell that Kate tidied up for you, but considering the blood stain on the concrete you were not the first one to sit in this cell and be stared at for three hours and occasionally have your hair brushed out of your face. 

Why was she staring with her empty eyes behind her burnt mask? To unsettle you? To test your endurance? You didn’t know.

But Kate knew. She was silently contemplating on claiming you as hers and keeping you to her mercy. 

You would be her new obsession, and silently she will cater to your needs. 

You have the task of making Kate more...human. 

Good luck with that, she’s still figuring out how to ask to hold your hand without threatening you.

Mother

Mother is a savage when obsessed with someone.

She has an endless supply of proxies if need be, and various locations to seclude her lover away.

The manor she lives in was built prior to the Victorian era, it’s basically a family heirloom, so it has fancy rooms with very good locks along with a mass amount of land to gaze at your escaping form over a cup of morning coffee.

Of course, the guardian proxies would retrieve you before you even got near the forest edge.

The masked men drag you on your heels to your feet while she sips her cup of sweetened coffee, “Deary me, what do we have here, hm? Another escape attempt? Shall we carve another slogan into your back?”

She’s very cruel and macabre with her punishments, and the only way you can talk your way out of anything is by inflating her ego and begging for forgiveness.

She loves flaunting her sympathy, it makes her feel like the good guy rather than the villain who puts her darling in shackles when they misbehave.

But at the end of the day, her twisted form of love is allowing you the privilege to sit next to her by the fire after a long day of pain and manipulation. 

[strawberryspeachy]

S4e10 is the first time i want to actually rewatch an entire episode of handmaids tale.... ok wait second time - was it the new “ofglen” who blew up that important building with all the commanders inside and the handmaids outside - that ending was great

But omg

First off elizabeths moss’s acting!!! Ive gotten too used to that same dreadful look shes been making for the past couple seasons that... the wide range of facial expressions really surprised me and it just!! Wow

the suspence the whole episode. Nothing EVER goes right in this show. I knew what i wanted to see but i fully expected fred and serena to go free and happy. That back and forth feeling was super engaging

I loved that even though there was that tension between june and moira before, moira jumped right back to trying to fight and doing all the screaming and ranting for june - someones gotta do it and june was too mentally exausted

K like im still confused why everyone can go in and out of the waterford prison so easily and was like.... dooooo they want june to kill him?!?!? Why are you leaving her alone???

And i was so excited like yesssss shes gonna kill himmm - well first i thought she was gonna go to serena and kill her baby

But when she was walking around that room... like a cat pretending not to notice the mouse in the room - we just know june too well to think she wasnt at least planningggg something

Also fred is fucking DISGUSTINGGGGG as usual. Lying during his ... conference like WHY are you just gonna beleive this psycho at face value?!

Oh and serena thinking shes got all the power back.

Omg the two of them. I cant

And fred really being such a fucking disgusting person to think ANY part of june enjoyed his torture. She is so strong dude - i could never sit there not knowing if my plan will work and playing nice. I thought she was gonna break that glass and stab him

And like. Ok. Lukes not the worst but also - his whole - just get over it!!! Attitude.... even if she cant get him on the wall why are you reprimanding her and trying to pretend she can just get over that trauma with some food. Absolutr lack of empathy.

But june saying hes gonna be on the wall... i was so giddy!!

And i rewatched that smile she made when larence told her she hanst lost her touch- well she could barely contain her smile throughout that entire negotiation. And i loved watching larence put on a show like ‘ah we rlly miss waterford! My brother!!’

Gah and just. Also... i kinda thought june was gonna kill mark when she was outside his building. Men in this show. She went through 7 years of hell and you told her youd help and fucked her over and then throw an entire dramatic tempertantrum when she calmly sits on a bench near your house.... lol wow..i mean uncomfortable but have some prespective

And i wanna say the like demand straight to - oh im sorry. Didnt mean to he a cunt - i meant please? Act june did, its not overacting but knowing june it is so it was funny af

The suspence watching fred get ready to go.., i was literally chanting for the plane to be to gilead but it was so much better! Watchint him get arrested all shocked. “Im a man! I have rights” all the fucking ew... open the door back up and slap him

I just thought he was gonna get sent back and wed watch the commanders all hang him. But it to be lawrence - again with his ‘oh? Is there anything i can do to stop this? No? Ok bye fred!’

And i mean i knew we were in for a treat with nick taking him but i was NOT EXPECTING JUNE to just POP OUT of the trees!!! Fucking perfect. A literal horror movie just for fred

Also why did he keep calling nick son.... like... no one likes you???? Do you really think you can regain power just saying words like this???

And this is e first time i fucking LOVED seeing june in a red coattt and her faceeee like last episode when she turned from calm to screaming - it wad so good and so intense and such good acting and that heartbeat music got me

But hereeeee i cant even desribe the combination or rage and calmness pouring out. Not to be a weeb but thats the first time i think ive ever seen a live action representation of how i imagine anime cool characters to act

That power play of nick and june making out in front of fred loool - i dont care about the ships but that was perfect

“This is sick” - whats sick is how you never run out of things to do and say that make me feel sick...

I loved how june told him to choose - i feel like jt was a call back to his lawyer saying that she CHOSE to be a handmaid. Like theres not good option here

Does anyone think she actually would have shot him dead IF he did choose the gun - part of me wants an alterantive ending where he chose that just so i could watch june either tell him ‘no thats too easy’ or like shoot him in the foot so he cant even run right before being like

Oops i missed and chasing him down anyway

I hate horror movies but watching them all chase him down UGHHH IVE NEVER FELT SO MUCH GLEEE - k not never but ya know

OMG ALMOST FORGOT that sceneee with june and emily talking at the table about how june wants him to be scared to death. And fucking luke - with his judgements turning and looking. I feelll like.... emily helped june decide to do this. Because after getting to the end of the episode it seemed more like they were planning in plain sight in thay scene

I havent rewarched the show. So maybe im remembering incorrectly but it does feel like this fits because - wasnt emily kind of what inspired june to actively start rebelling when she drove the car around and ran one of the guards over

Anddddd the songggg from the 1st? Or 2nd??? Season. The ending right? I just remember that the last time we heard that song was when june first started a quiet resistance against gilead and all the handmaids were together in it. So it brought back those feelings of like ‘FINALLY its happening!!’ And it fit soooo perfectlyyy

When the girls first ran up to fred i thought they were gonna surround him and reinact that “shame” thing they used to be forced to do. I mean i guess they did without actually saying it cause they definitely killed him the way gilead forced the handmaids to kill people in the first season

And it was wonderful to watch! Thank you handmaids tale for making me feel like a psychotic sadist for enjoying that ENTIRE scene. I was giggling like i was watching a disney movie

Gonna ignore that part where june picks up the baby covered in blood - ew

I wanted to seeeeee serena get the finger - more so - i wanted to watch tha family come in and get her and be like - hey guess what your coming back to gilead!!! And see it end with serena as a fucking handmaid - GIVING BIRTH TO THE BABY BETWEEN (i forget the one who visited hers name) LEGS!

But fuck seeing fred on a wall with the “dont let the bastards grind you down” from the the very beginningggg - it felt sooo goodddd

And i just needed to squeal over this episode some more! I watched it hours ago. But i kinda wanna rewatch it rnn

[glassartpeasants]

Crying In The Club .8

Yandere!Overhaul x F!Reader

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5* *Part 6* *Part 7* *Part 8*

Warnings: Yandere overhaul, angst, non-consensual touching, blood & gore, torture, death, sassy reader, some sexual references 

A/N: Yeah It gets kinda gruesome in this chapter so lol. But as a warning I will put a warning *GORE* before it truly begins. I was just in the mood for some good old gore.

Taglist

@hello-lucky-luka @winchester-wifey

~~~

Another meeting, another hour of torture. You couldn’t believe it. After 6 months of being with your boyfriend, thinking all the horror was gonna end, you were dragged back into the devils lair. Not only was he actually a sociopath but this man fully believed that he could convince you to love him. As if.

How could you love someone who hurt you in horrific ways? He lowered your self esteem until it was practically nothing by the time he let you go. You had only gotten it back a little bit when (????) came into the picture. You couldn’t help but cry the night you were brought back here. How could you be happy knowing the one person you felt safe with was dead all because of some psychotic man who believed you were his.

A gloved hand on your thigh ripped you out of your thoughts. You tried not to tense up and show that the feeling was unwelcomed. Which it was. You felt his thumb rub up and down your thigh while he was talking to some random crime boss. You looked around the room uncomfortable as you were the only woman in the entire area. It felt as if all eyes were on you. They were undressing you with their eyes. You could tell by the way the two younger men that licked their lips were looking you up and down. It seems that you recognize many of these people from when you use to go to the meetings before you left.

It looked like many of the older men had learned their lesson since not one of them looked in your direction. But the younger men seemed to be new. You refused to show weakness and go crawling to Overhaul for some sort of safety. So you decided to do the next best thing. Show them that you weren’t gonna stand to be looked at like prey.

“Can you two men stop looking at me like Im a piece of meat? This is a professional meeting and you acting anything less then professional. Plus I’m taken.” You cross your arms while glaring at the two men with hatred. Everyone was silent as they all looked at you. Surprised you had said anything. You weren’t going to let some horny men look at you like that.

“You know Overhaul, you should teach her not to say anything. This is a professional meeting after all.”

“Pfft, professional meeting? Last time I was in a meeting like this, all you disgusting men couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. Shame your guys wives doesn’t know your checking out younger women.” You smirk. Idiots be wearing wedding bands on their fingers. Listen you were no mobster but its pretty common sense to not show any weakness. Especially something as crucial as a wife or husband.

No one said a word. You stood your ground, you showed you weren’t afraid of these people. But you weren’t gonna lie, You were bat shit terrified. All these men were so much bigger then you were. 

‘Keep the confident front! Don’t show any fear!’

“How did you-”

“The wedding bands on your fingers.” All the men looked at their fingers realizing you had caught them. They then looked at you before they grumbled. Well everyone except the two younger men.

“Well sweets we don’t have any wedding bands. Hey Overhaul, you willing to sell that pretty thing over there?” Your eyes widen. Did these men really think you were just some toy to be pawned off? You did not miss this at all. In fact you fuckin hated this.

Before you could growl at them Kai had sen’t them a glare. He grabbed your hip and brought you in between his legs. His right arm snaking around your waist.

“No she’s not for sale. Let’s continue this meeting before I lose my temper.” Well this did not go the way you thought it would hot damn.

~~~

You sit on the couch near the back door. Watching as the older men leave with their tails in between their legs. Even if you would never admit it, Kai is much younger then most of these men. So if they were to fight him, they wouldn’t have a good chance in fighting. But the younger men, you don’t know for sure. Speaking of them you didnt see them leave the compound.

“Miss (Y/N), Overhaul had requested your presence in the basement.” Your breathing hitched as a feeling of dread washed your entire body. What did you do? You had only been back for 3 days! You couldn’t have done-

Oh yeah.

‘How could I completely forget about how I just dissed those men. Oh im so mega fucked.’ You breath lowly in fear of what would happen to you. Damnit you should have just been quiet and took it. Now you were gonna feel his wraith. Why did you do that? 

You follow the man towards the basement where you heard Kai’s voice talking to someone. Was it Hari? No couldn’t be. Hari’s voice held a bit more of a sweeter tone. At least to you. This voice was similar but you couldn’t put a finger on where you heard it before. Think, think, think damnit-

The to men from the meeting.

Your eyes grow wide as you walked down the stairs and heard the door close behind you. The creaking of the wooden stairs seem to ring in your ears as your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness. Your legs jelly as you fear what you might see. What could Kai be doing to those men? Even if they were a little creepy they had probably learned their lesson when Kai had screamed at them when you were leaving the room after the meeting.

Once your feet met the concrete floor of the basement your eyes wide at the sight before you. 

****GORE****

Right in front of you was the 2 men, tied in chairs, face bloody. You could have sworn some of their teeth were missing.

“Aw my lovely angel. Look, now they can never say anything to you. They don’t deserve to see your beauty. I’m proud of you for showing me which disgusting creatures were looking at you.” Kai said as he up behind you. He settled his chin on the top of your head. You see his beak coming off from the top of your head. His hands rubbing your shoulders gently, moving his thumbs in circular patterns.

“You stupid bitch! Were in here because of you-”

“(R/N) cut of their tongues. No one speaks to my angel in such a way.” You gasped as you backed up. Trying to escape the scene that was about to unfold. But you couldn’t Kai had grasped your chin and made you watch as a subordinate of his grabbed the tongue of one of the men before a sickening rip followed as the other man screamed. Blood gushed out of his mouth as the man coughed. Struggling not to choke on his own blood. 

The other man suffered the same fate followed by the familiar rip. Tears were rushing down your eyes as you felt bile rise up in the back of your throat. Kai looked down at you and saw the tears and gushed out of your eyes.

“Aw angel why are you crying? Is it because you know they’ll never say such vile things to you again? Your welcome for protecting you.” Kai softly spoke as he nudged his head in between your shoulders. You felt like you were watching a horror film but in 3D. 

The mens blood covered the tops of their shirts as they cough it all up. The men looked on the verge of passing out. One of them looked at you with a glare causing you to lift up your arms to cover your eyes. Your lip quivering in fear as you hear a pop and the gurgling screams of the men in front of you.

3 more pop sounds came and you were flinching every time one pop had came. You move your fingers to the side and see the men with their eyes gauged out of their sockets.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You vomited all over the ground as the men screamed even louder. You couldn’t see it. You didn’t want to see it. You were about to run out of the room before you slipped on your on vomit and hit your head against the concrete floor.

~~~

You open your eyes only to be greeted by a blinding white light. You move your arm to cover it so your eyes don’t sting. You flutter your eyes a bit before looking around your room. A pure white room that looked like a hospital room. You groaned. Was it all just a bad dream? I mean you did go to the hospital the day before you got kidnapped again. 

You smile a bit, thinking it was all but just a dream. You could go back to your loving boyfriend, you could eat with him and just enjoy his presence. You missed him dearly. The thought of him got your heart pumping harder and harder. You couldn’t wait to see his cheeky smile and that cute little mole on his chin.

Just as you were about to get up from the bed and go home, your thoughts were snapped when you heard the familiar voice of your captor. That meant that this wasn’t a dream. No, this was a living nightmare. You hadn’t dreamed this, it was real. Your boyfriend was dead and you were still in the clutched of the devil himself.

You let out a little whimper when you moved your head a bit. You gently touch the side of your head wincing at the pain. The sudden thoughts of what happened earlier scratched into your head. You shiver at the thought of what else could’ve happened while you were out. 

“Ah my darling angel, your finally awake. Is your head okay? Nasty gash you had. Since you fell in your own vomit I had to give you a bath. I never thought you would be even more beautiful then you already were.” Your eyes widen. He had changed you?! That means he saw everything! EVERYTHING!

Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment as you try and turn your head away. Only for Kai’s gloved hand to bring your face back to his.

“Aw my angel, don’t be embarrassed now. It’s not like I will never see you like that again. Trust me my love, one day you’ll be crying my name.”

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter XXXIV

Noctis pushes open the doors to the throne room, flanked by Gladio, Prompto, (Y/n), and Ignis. Looking up, he gritted his teeth as he sees corpses hanging from the ceiling.

Prompto gasped in horror at the gruesome sight. "What is that?"

Ardyn sits above, on the throne of Lucis, with Callyx by his side. Facsimiles of the corpses of the emperor, Regis, Lunafreya, and Nyx Ulric hang from chains before the throne. Ardyn smirks as the group walks to the center of the room to stare him down. "I'm afraid you're out of luck. The throne brings you here? It seats only one."

Noctis glared at the man. "Off my chair, jester. The king sits there."

Ardyn stands and places one foot on the throne before scowling down at the king. "Oh, Noct... How I have waited for this. Longer than you could ever know." He slowly raises his hand into a fist. "Tonight, the dreams of the blood royal...come to an end."

"Spite's all that's kept him going," Gladio grumbled, eyes narrowed as they focused on Ardyn.

"Talk about a grudge," Prompto muttered.

Ignis lowered his head, his tone of voice dropping. "Ardyn sits the throne?"

"Not for long," Noctis scoffed. "This is my ascension."

Suddenly, Callyx summoned his sword as his eyes focused on Noctis. With a running start, he leapt into the air and targeted the king. Before any of the men could move, (Y/n) had already summoned the Creator's Blade and stood in front of Noctis. She blocked the spirit's sword and pushed him back. He glared at her, lowering his blade. "I've been waiting for this for ten years."

"I can tell. You've aged horribly," she sneered. She smirked in amusement when seeing her insult irked him. "How about we take this outside where we can unleash our true powers?"

Callyx bursted out with laughter. "You'll regret that decision."

"We'll see about that," she spat. Without hesitating, both spirits vanished. They reappeared in the streets of the city, not too far from the Citadel. Facing off against each other, they readied their blades. (Y/n) twirled her sword around with a grin. "To think you hit on me when we first met... Makes my stomach churn."

"If you honestly believe I was interested, you're wrong," Callyx snarled. "I was only hoping to lower your guard and stab you where you stood, but that damned human kept getting in the way. What's sickening is spirits like you who fall in love with humans. They're weak and gullible."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "You're such a hypocrite, you know that?"

"Oh, really? And how's that?"

She raised her blade and pointed it at him. "I know who you really are, Callyx."

His eyes narrowed. "Like hell you do." He lifted his sword, infusing it with lightning. "Enough of this chatting. Let's get this over with."

"Took the words right out of my mouth."

Callyx was the first to attack. He charged towards (Y/n) and slashed at her numerous of times. Their blades clashed over and over again, sparks flying around them. When their sword clashed for what felt like the hundredth time, they tried to push each other back. The girl took advantage of their situation and kicked him in the chest, causing him to stumble back. She raised her hand and sent a fireball at him, but he sliced it in half. Lifting his sword, he manipulated the spell he casted on it and sent the lightning towards her. She sidestepped just in time to avoid being electrified. With the others gone, she would have to be extra careful because she didn't carry around any curatives.

The emerald-eyed guardian released a war cry when he enhanced his body. Two wings grew from his back and green stripes covered his face and exposed areas of his arms. Using one wing, he swatted at her and sent her sailing through the air. Her body slammed against one of the crumbling buildings with a grunt of pain. Pushing herself free from the indentation in the bricks, she landed on her feet. Her legs shook slightly from the pain. Pushing through it, she performed another sidestep just as Callyx appeared and tried to stab her. She kicked him in the back and caused his own body to collide with the building. A few bricks from where she made impact rained down on him, hitting him but causing no real injuries.

Putting some distance between her and Callyx, (Y/n) ran down the street. She turned around at the sound of maniacal laughter. The male spirit was sauntering towards her and clearly wasn't in any hurry. Two black horns sprouted from his forehead, eyes glowing brightly. The moment she blinked, he suddenly appeared in front of her. A soundless gasp fell from her lips as he grabbed her throat and lifted her body up effortlessly. She gasped for air as her throat was crushed in his hand. She weakly glared at him as she latched onto his arm with both her hands. In his eyes, she could see the psychotic glint in them.

Having no other choice, (Y/n) enhanced her own body. Tails grew from near her tailbone and her nails turned into sharp claws. She plunged them into Callyx's arm, which forced him to drop her. She coughed, trying to regain her breath. She manifested a single throwing knife and threw it at her fellow spirit. It pierced the man in the shoulder. Then, she formed a fiery vortex around him and casted her own lightning spell, weaving it around the flames.

Callyx chortled in amusement. "Look at you. Now you know how to wield lightning. Never took you for a spirit to learn another element."

"Yeah, and I didn't take you for a spirit who would betray his own master," she snarled.

"Ardyn is my master," he spat.

"No, he's not." She jammed her blade into the ground. "Your true master is-"

Callyx's eyes widen when he heard the one name he hadn't heard in centuries. "No..." He dropped his sword and grabbed his spiky hair with both hands, yanking on the sable locks. "Don't you dare say his name again, you bitch!"

"Touchy subject?" She asked.

"Damn you!"

The male guardian released another battle cry. He morphed into his spiritual form and roared as loud as he could. It echoed through the empty streets of the city. He emerged from the vortex, breaking through the flames and the lightning. It caused him pain, but nothing too severe.

(Y/n) took a few steps back before also transforming. She screeched threateningly at the winged tiger. Forming a ring of fireballs, they spun around her. She ran around the street, hurtling the fireballs one by one. Callyx dodged most of them expect for one. It nicked him in the side and wound up resulting in him to lose his balance slightly. Some of his fur was singed and his skin was burnt. Fueled by anger, he flapped his wings and took to the sky. He flew overhead and created a large storm. Lightning struck near the fox and forced her on defense. She leapt around, trying to predict where the bolts would strike. However, she was nailed in the back by a single one. She shrieked and searched for a way out of the storm.

(Y/n) escaped the vicinity of Callyx's spell and hopped on the roof of some of the buildings to get a higher vantage point. She leapt from rooftop to rooftop across Insomnia, hearing the tiger flapping his wings as fast as he could. He may be able to fly, but her agility made it difficult to keep up. Reaching a tall enough building, she immediately spun around and pounced on the flying tiger. She sunk her teeth into his neck as her weight dragged him and her down. Blood spurted from his neck as he wriggled around in mid-air to try and escape.

Eventually, the guardians' bodies crashed through the roof of one of the buildings. They pummeled through floor after floor until reaching the bottom level. The building came crumbling down around them. (Y/n) unlatched her jaw from Callyx's neck and jumped to safety. He, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.

With a thunderous roar, half of his body was buried underneath a pile of debris. He felt shards from the metal support frame of the building pierce his body, pinning him to the ground. When he tried to move, a fierce amount of pain ripples across his entire body. Forced to revert back to his human form, he coughed up a large amount of blood. The crimson liquid trickled from the corners of his mouth as he weakly glared up at his opponent with his one good eye. "D-Dammit... After ten years, and I...fail..."

(Y/n) changed forms and kneeled in front of him. She wasn't happy about her win, especially after learning from Brahma who Callyx truly was. "You fought well, Callyx. I'm sorry it had to end like this. If only you were on our side..."

"Don't pity me," he spat. "Dying like this is the least I deserve after all the shit I've done. Are you happy to see me go?"

"Of course not," she sighed. "Not after learning the truth."

"Who told you...?"

"Brahma. Those ten years I was asleep, he spoke to me." She stared intently into his good eye. "You are Callyx Vespertine, the guardian of the Founder King, Somnus Lucis Caelum. After Ardyn was branded a monster by his own brother, you wanted to help him because you didn't agree with Somnus' methods. You tried desperately to save him before he was consumed by the scourge, but it was too late. When Aera died at the hand of Somnus, the rage over her death caused Ardyn's infection to fully manifest. At the time, you didn't know he had infected you with the Starscourge which bound you to his soul. You were no longer Somnus' guardian but Ardyn's."

Callyx chuckled weakly. "I was a damned fool... I chose my master's brother over him..."

"Do you wish to make up for what you've done?" She questioned.

"It's too late for that..."

"No, it's not. Are you willing to hand your own soul over to the Astrals to undo the wrong you've done?"

"Yes..."

(Y/n) summoned the Creator's Blade and jammed it into the ground in front of Callyx. "If you're truly ready to pay for your sins, touch this blade and Brahma shall see to your soul himself."

The emerald-eyed guardian thought back to his life with Ardyn and Somnus as he gazed melancholically at the sword. A single tear trailed down his cheek as he reached out to touch the weapon. The moment his hand grazed it, he could feel his soul leaving his body. "Thank you, (Y/n)..." He whispered with his dying breath.

She watched in silence as his soul left his body. His body, now lifeless, gradually began to vanish. She watched sorrowfully until there was nothing left of Callyx. "Farewell, Callyx..." she whispered. Grabbing Brahma's sword, she headed back to the Citadel. Stopping for a brief second, she looked up at the sky as it began raining. She heard the creator address her.

The price has been paid, Child of Pneuma.

"Thank you for granting such a selfish wish, Brahma," she smiled before continuing forward.

Back in the courtyard at the Citadel, (Y/n) saw the men standing by the stairwell. They had yet to notice her presence as she strolled up and listened to their final goodbyes.

"So this is farewell," Ignis spoke up.

"Yeah. Here we are," Noctis muttered sorrowfully.

"It's all you," Gladio said.

Noctis nods, turns, and begins ascending the steps just as Prompto melancholically mumbled, "No turning back now."

However, Noctis does indeed stop and turn around. He addresses each of his friends in turn. "Prompto. Gladio. Ignis." He then spotter the girl standing a few feet behind them. "(Y/n). I leave it to you. Walk tall...my friends."

All are silent for a moment. Ignis was the first to shatter the silence. "Godspeed...and take care." He, Gladio, and Prompto all put their hand over their chest and bow. "Majesty."

Behind them, two iron giants begin manifesting up out of the ground. Noctis puts his own hand over his chest. "The time has come." He turns and continues ascending the steps.

Prompto, Ignis, Gladio, and (Y/n) turn to face the approaching daemons as more iron giants begin manifesting. The men raised their weapons and were ready to attack, but were stopped as the guardian strolled past them with her sword resting by her side. She could hear Brahma's voice as he spoke to her.

Our bodies shall become as one. Our fused powers shall smite all those that dwell in the dark.

Coming to a stop, (Y/n) eyed the approaching daemons. She then jammed the Creator's Blade into the ground. The cosmic glyph appeared underneath her as she was enveloped in a column of light. From the light emerged a large fox that towered over the daemons. Its body was composed of the reflection of the galaxy, its eyes glowing a pure white. A golden halo floated around its neck and many more were hovering around the tip of each tail.

The fox lowered its head as the cosmic glyph from earlier manifested underneath it. Hues of purple, white, green, and blue shone from the glyph as a large cosmic rift appeared in the sky. A powerful gust of wind began pulling on the daemons. Their bodies were lifted into the air and were swallowed up by the rift. The daemons that were fortunate to escape the rift were sliced in half when a large ring of light pulsated from the fox's body. Their corpses slowly decayed, leaving nothing behind.

The streets of Insomnia were purged of daemons. The cosmic fox's body discorporated, the glyph fading with a blinding light. As the brightness subsided, (Y/n) stood where the beast once did. In front of her loomed Brahma. The god kneeled down as he addressed her.

You have served me well, Child of Pneuma. Not only I, but the True King himself as well. I unbind our souls. You are free.

She smiled up at the Astral. "Thank you, Brahma. What will you do now?"

Return to the stars from whence I came. This world no longer needs me.

Her smile fell. "So you still wish to remain the forgotten one..."

You seem sad, Child. Why is that?

"You've been a part of me for so long. It feels like I'm losing a piece of myself," she said.

Look to the stars for I shall be there. Farewell, Child of Pneuma. I shall be watching over you and this star for all eternity.

Brahma stood up, his body slowly fading from existence. (Y/n) watched the god vanish before looking towards the Celestial Crescent. Her smile returned seeing just how brilliantly the stars radiated. Turning around, she saw Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio stand there. Before any of them could say anything, the rays of the rising sun caught their attention. The darkness was vanquished as the rays of the sun casted across all of Eos for the first time in ten years.

Although happy to see the sun, the men were saddened by the loss of their king. (Y/n), on the other hand, had a stoic expression. Her mouth opened slightly to say something, but her eyes darted over to the entrance of the Citadel when the doors opened.

The three men turn around, eyes widening when they saw Noctis walking down the steps to join them. The king smiled at his friends, amused at their expressions. "Sorry I'm late. I thought it would be better to watch the sunrise with you all."

Prompto's legs shook slightly as if he was learning to walk for the first time. He took a couple steps towards his best friend, eyes wide as saucers. "H-How...?"

"This isn't some crazy dream, right?" Gladio asked, his expression matching the marksman's.

"How is this possible?" Ignis gaped.

"Someone already paid the price." Noctis looked over at the only girl in their merry band. "It was you, wasn't it, (Y/n)?"

All eyes fell on the guardian. She clasped her hands together behind her back. "I may have asked Brahma to pull a few strings..."

"The Astrals do not simply change the course of destiny by listening. What did you offer in exchange?" Ignis inquired, curious as to how she was able to keep Noctis from perishing.

(Y/n) met Noctis' gaze. "A soul of the same bloodline. Let's just say I found a small fragment of one of your ancestors and offered it to the Astrals in exchange for your life."

Prompto was the first to react. He grabbed and pulled her into his arms, embracing her tightly. He felt tears of joy cascading down his cheeks. "Thank you for saving him, (Y/n)."

She soon found herself in the center of a group hug. A gentle smile tugged at her lips, enjoying the joyous moment. Her golden eyes trailed up to the sky, her smile widening. "It truly is a happy ending."

••••••••••• A/n: I originally had planned for Noctis to die as like on the game, but I'm a baby and still can't accept that ending. The next chapter will be the last one and it'll just be pure fluff. Love you all!!!

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[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Heart Shaped Bed

Mob Boss! Mikey x fem reader

Summery: It’s Halloween and you’re just looking for some fun of the dangerous variety. Enter: Michelangelo. A psychotic mob boss from hell who is in love with your best friend. Can you win him over and at what cost?

Warnings: NSFW, violence, alcohol mentions, car accident

((A/N: I have trouble writing crazy character despite being labelled as crazy myself, Mikey is tricky to write for in this AU so just bear with me))

October 31st, the night where all the ghouls and ghosts come out to play and superstition is at it’s highest since it’s rumoured that the veil between our world and the next is at it’s thinnest. You pull your skirt down your leg a little and take another sip of your free beer, one of the only perks of having a best friend who works at a bar. Paddy’s is always packed at this time of year, everyone is in costumes and drunk out of their minds; you are no different. You’re dressed as a sexy school girl because originality was never your forte and you wanted to show off your boobs a little, so what? You have the outfit down, complete even with bows on the thigh high socks and you look damn good.

It’s too loud to have a decent conversation with “Monster mash” blaring over the small speakers on the bar so you sit and give Sophie (Peach, as you know her) a forlorn look as if to say “more beer, please” and she complies. Peach looks radiant as she pulls the tap to refill your glass. Her light peach hair trailing down over her shoulders and her uniform or black slacks and a white t shirt with dark green hem hugging all of her curves. She was difficult to compete with but she was still so modest and complimentary of you it was hard to hold it against her. You knew half the regulars only came her to watch her, it didn’t stop you going after them though.

Looking around the room you watch and drunk idiots spill their drinks and desperately try to find someone to take home despite looking a mess, covered in fake blood or with vampire fangs. It was really something to watch. A guy in a ladybug costume fawns over a women dressed as Moticia Adams only to get the cold shoulder. You chuckle to yourself. Sat in the far corner of the room, at their usual table, sat the Turtle boys, a notorious gang in upside New York. They weren’t in costume, too good for it you assumed, and they didn’t look happy. You were aware, through Peach, that they made unsavoury deals in the back office of the bar and maybe tonight something went awry.

“Hey, babes!” you call over to Peach who is passing the incredible hulk a bud light “What happened over there?” you say gesturing subtly to the four well suited turtles.

“Not sure, I heard some yelling from the back room and then they came out. Something to do with that serial killer I think” She replies.

So a serial killing is hurting business. Huh. That explains their looking like someone died, someone has... You couldn’t keep your eyes from flitting towards them, sitting there so stoic and commanding while nursing a few now almost gone whiskys.

“Hey” you call over again. Peach turns and gives you a smile to let you know she’s listening “Isn’t that one the guy who-”

“- who choked out Steve for grabbing my ass? Yeah, that’s the one” she finishes your sentence for you.

You smile to yourself, Steve definitely deserved it. Pervert. You knew the turtle’s name but, like all residents of the bar, were reluctant to use it lest they hear you. But, tonight was a night to be brave and take chances, and you’d always wanted to bed one of them. Think of the status that gives you, sleeping with one of the most violent, deplorable men in the state. You know Mikey has a thing for Peach, on other nights his eyes don’t leave her, not that she notices; a good girl like her doesn’t have time for those “downworlders” as she calls them.

“Barkeep! I’ll take 4 martinis if you don’t mind. It’s time to take my shot” you announce to Peach who gives you a weary smile as she makes your drinks and places them on a tray in front of you.

You adjust your green and navy blue pleated skirt, hiking it further up so that the bottom of your ass cheeks would be on view and head over to the turtles, tray in hand.

You set down the drinks in front of them and say, with a smile:

“We have a special offer on tonight, boys. Buy four drinks and get me for free”

They stare at you completely unamused, but their looks weren’t going to discourage you now.

“Oh come on” you begin “That line would have killed two tables over”

Michelangelo takes a finger and runs it around the rim of his glass a few times before tipping it over, the contents of the glass spilling all over the table and onto your skirt. You jump back.

“Hey, what the fuck!” you cry out

“Act like a slut, get treated like a slut” he states.

With your tail between your legs, you huff and walk away. They didn’t have to be such assholes about it, and it kind of stung that you basically offered up your pussy on a plate and they sneered at you.

Back at the bar Peach raises her eyebrows as you take a few napkins and try and dry off your skirt.

“So, how’d it go?” she inquires

“About as well as you can expect from four mutant, snobby, rich dickheads”you reply. Peach leans over the bar and gives you a small hug and kiss on the cheek as her condolences.

Suddenly you feel eyes on you and turn around to see Michelangelo staring at you, mouth slightly agape and a strange look in his eyes. You would have called it regret, if you thought he was capable of feeling that. You ignore it and turn back to your drink.

You sense a presence behind you and turn once more to find him standing next to you looking awfully sheepish.

“Look” he begins “I’m...I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know you were a friend of- is there some way I can make it up to you? Is what I’m trying to say”

“Do you have a fresh size 3 shirt in that booth with you?” your snarky side is coming out

He laughs it off 

“No, but can I buy you a drink or” He looks you up and down “Interest you in any extra curricular activities?” His smile is so bright and charming, you feel yourself almost forgiving him for what had just occurred. And he was devilishly good looking, which helped a lot.

You trace your fingers lightly up his arm until they reach his shoulder.

“You wanna get out of here?”

He smirks, looks down and then back up at you

“Sure”

_____

Outside of the bar is freezing, especially in the tiny outfit you’re wearing and you shiver in the cold October air. Mikey shrugs off his blazer and puts it over your shoulders but you get the impression he’s doing this out of obligation rather than affection. It’s something about his movements, they feel more...Awkward and unsteady than fluid and confident. You know this isn’t his first time taking a girl home from Paddy’s, so you don’t fully understand what his deal it.

You arrive at his car, and despite knowing nothing about vehicles you can recognise that he drives a black Bentley and it must have cost him a fortune, not that he didn’t have the money. He could buy it 100 times over and still have more cash than half the people in New York.

He opens the passenger side door for you and you get in.

“So, my place or yours?” you ask

“Motel” he says plainly.

Curiouser and curiouser... You try and make a list of everything you know about him. He won’t take you home, he’s hot then cold and he has a thing for Peach. It clicks in your head. He’s using you to get closer to her. You almost smile, this was such a typical thing to happen to you, of course he only wants you for your relationship to her. It doesn’t matter either way, you’ll warm him up for her.

He drives fast and it’s not long before your on a highway and definitely breaking the speed limit.

You had been making casual conversation, the drive was always the worst part of a hook up, now you have to actually talk to them instead of make out. 

“I feel like we should have taken an uber” you say

He doesn’t turn to look at you or speak

“Because that way I could be touching you right now” You place a hand on his thigh and he still gives you no response. “Anndd you’re not listening. Great.”

He takes his eyes off the road and turns to you

“You’re the oldest in your family, you work as a manager in a clothing store but can’t fucking stand it there and you feel like we should have gotten an uber so you could be touching me right now. Did I get that right?”

You stare back at him slightly aghast and he continues to watch you. Suddenly you realise he hasn’t looked at the road this entire time and the car in front of you is slowing down

“Watch out!” you scream and the car swerves before he gains control again and brakes, the car rocking side to side a little from the sudden movements. You’re breathless and you turn to look at Mikey who simply bursts out laughing while he continues to drive, his eyes wide as full moons. He’s sick you think to yourself. Lucky you like that in a man, and there’s nothing like a near death experience to get the blood pumping.

You continue the car ride for a while in silence apart from the odd laugh from him who still seems amused that you nearly crashed.

He pulls off the side of the road into some shitty looking motel. A huge florescent sign that reads “Blue Moon Motel” sparks a little which doesn’t offer you any comfort. This place was a dump, but if it had a bed it would do.

________

Inside the room you shake off the blazer he gave you onto the chair in the corner of the room, by the end of the bed. The interior was cute, all shades of blue and white and the bed sheets has little lace style trimmings.which was delicate and sweet.

You fling yourself onto the bed, kicking off your shoes and pull out your phone, you decide you need music for this momentous occasion. You settle on “Heart Shaped Bed” by Nicole Dollanganger and press play. It’s creepy enough to be fitting for Halloween but slow enough to be romantic. The opening notes of the piano begin to stream from your phone which you place on the nightstand.

*lay me down, on a heart shaped bed Pretend it’s out wedding, pretend we just met*

“So” you spread your legs a little and look at Mikey “How do you want me?”

He gives you a wicked smile and then he’s upon you, biting and sucking at the delicate flesh of your neck with vigour. Clearly he couldn’t wait any longer you thought to yourself.

*Pretend we're in one of those movies They rent in the back of every seedy place We pass on the interstate*

You angle your head to kiss his mouth but he pulls away, making it clear that this is not a romantic occasion, this is just fucking and he doesn’t want you in that way. It doesn’t bother you, it just heightens the whole “big bad mob boss” fantasy although you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little disappointed by it.

he tears your blouse open revealing your chest and begins his work sucking and biting at your nipples and the tender skin of your breasts, you look down and can already see pinky purple bruises forming, a treasure map of where his mouth had been.

You moan a little at his touch but he continues his work down your stomach and towards your most sensitive area. Lifting up your skirt he places a kiss on you clothes mound before peeling off your underwear. You raise your hips slightly to help his get them off with ease and then he returns back down, licking between your folds until his tongue passes over your clit and causes you to moan hard.

*Just hold me through these lonely nights We'll have a blue wedding tonight*

“You want this?” he says from between your thighs, you can feel his hot breath against your skin, a sensation that is more than pleasant. 

“Yes, god yes” you squirm

“No.You wanna act like a slut, you get fucked like a slut” he returns.

Before you have time to respond her grabs you by the ankle and flips you over onto your stomach before pulling your hips up so that you’re on your knees with your shoulders and face still down on the bed. You hear him undo his flies and think for a moment as he lines up with your entrance

“wait, don’t we need protectio-” before you can finish he’s inside you and thrusting hard and deep, he gives you no time to adjust to his size and he is very sizeable... You cry out in the mixture of pain and pleasure that he’s giving you. As well as the music, the room fills with the obscene sounds of his flesh pounding against yours and the wet noises your pussy makes as he pushes in and out of you.

“you think sluts use protection?” he mocks

He feels to good for you to want him to pull out now, so you go with it, but raise yourself onto your elbows. His hands are on your hips but he trails one down your back to grab at your ponytail and pull your head back.

*So get the room with the heart shaped bed Make something gross feel romantic*

Your walls tighten around him and that elicits a grunt from him as he begins to pound harder into you, smacking your ass hard as he does. He pulls out and flips you over back onto your back and holds your legs up to your chin, his strong arm keeps them in place as he realigns himself with your entrance and pushes back in. This new position allows him to get deeper which you think is what he was hoping for.

*Make me so no one will ever want me again*

Now he has a full view of your face, eyes squeezed closed and face contorted in pleasure

“Open your eyes” he demands “Look at me when I’m fucking you”

He’s still fully clothed which you’re a little unhappy about, so you open your eyes and begin to undo his shirt. Your fingers tremble slightly partially from the force at which he’s fucking you, partially do to the alcohol you had that night.

*'Cause when I sleep with faith, I only Find a corpse in my arms on awakening*

You slide his shirt over his shoulders and throw it across the room, raising your head a little you bite into his now exposed shoulder to stifle your moans. You don’t understand how he can bring you so close to the brink this soon, but his pace is unyielding and unwavering. He fucks you like he’s punishing you.

He grabs you by the chin and squeezes 

“Open your mouth!”

you do as you’re told and he purses his lips, pauses and then spits down your throat, pushing at your chin to close your mouth and encouraging you to swallow. He’s disgusting but being treated this way only turns you on more, much to your shame, you can feel your cheeks flush with blood as he smiles down at you one he hears that familiar *gulp* sound.

*Just hold me through these lonely nights We'll have a blue wedding tonight*

He pulls out once more and gets of the bed which confuses you for a second, until he pulls you up by the hair and leads you to the wall. He spins you around and so you’re facing it and pushes your shoulders forwards and pulls your hips back so he has easier access to your pussy. He plunges his cock back inside of you and you rest your face against the wall as you take him in all the way. You think you might start seeing stars if he continues like this. Never mind him being a probable killer, they should lock him up for murdering your pussy.

One of his hands rakes through your hair and pulls back your head while the other reaches around to your face and pinches your nose shut while covering your mouth. You can’t breath at all and begin to panic slightly but also whine into his hand because of how good he feels inside you.

you feel that tightness in the pit of your stomach and know that you’re close, you try and moan into his hand, shaking your head a little from side to side to try and get him off your face but it’t to no avail. So you use your hands but he simply lets go of your hair and pins your arms behind your back. You still can’t breath and now you’re so close to cumming and black dots and filtering in and out of your vision, you think you might be close to passing out.

Finally that knot in your stomach releases and your orgasm washing over you, you practically scream into his hand before he lets go and you fall to the floor, gasping for air.

*Just hold me through these lonely nights We'll have a blue wedding tonight*

He hasn’t cum yet so he stands over you, stroking his dick, smirking at what he did to you. If it weren’t for the afterglow of your orgasm, you’d be furious and give him a peace of your mind but you were still desperately trying to catch your breath.

Mikey throws his head back before cumming on you, some of the milky fluid getting in your hair and you lift your hand up to shield your face from it. Was this to insult you? Or was it still part of the whole ‘you’re a slut’ role play thing because you couldn’t tell anymore.

He tucks himself back into his finely tailored trousers and walks across the room to put on his shirt and gather his blazer from the chair you threw it on earlier. He pulls a small rectangular card out of his pocket and throws it on the nightstand next to your phone which started playing the next song a while ago.

“You can spend the night here, if you want. Anything you get from the minibar will be charged to my card so don’t worry about it” He looks down at you, still on the floor, bright red in the face and still breathing rather heavily “G’night, sweetheart” he winks at you before heading to the door and closing it behind him.

You pull yourself up to your feet and head over to your phone, opening it and typing out a message to Peach.

[Hey girly, you won’t believe the night I just fucking had] the text reads.

You flop down on the bed and await her response. A shower could wait for 5 minutes while she replies.

Fin

[aka-irish]

Apex Legends: The Top Predator Part 2. A Rampart’s Heart

Colonel Braxton and Dr. Traxler are standing in the center of a large metal room going over the footage of the recent experiment on the Legend Loba. They stare intently at the monitors as they watch the ship's recorded footage of her heart pumping in her chest, the speakers exploding with her beats "Thoom-thoomp...thoom-thoomp...thoom-thoomp". "You did very well, Traxler" states the colonel, mesmerized by what they were able to capture and observe, the life giving pump of one of the strongest hearts on the planet. "The experiment went more than successful I presume." He turns his head to the doctor, noticing he has a large, almost unsettling grin on his face as he takes pride in his accomplishment. Dr. Traxler lets out a sigh as he takes off his glasses, gives a breath, wipes and returns them to his eyes. "It was more than successful, Colonel Braxton. We got record and manipulate the very lifeforce of a human being all in the pursuit of study and creating our own person". "We are very well on our to being Gods, my dear Colonel." The doctor wipes a tear from his eye. "It was beautiful." Braxton lays a hand on the psychotic doctor's shoulder. "We must not get too ahead of ourselves, Doctor. We need to move onto our next legend. This time we will have two ships ready in light of the recent success" explains the war veteran. The hand on the doctor's shoulder goes from a reassuring to a slightly unsettling grip. "I want two done this time. Any cost, if they die they die." His steel grey eyes reflect the stern tone of his voice as his aged features are stonefaced. "Get ready, Doctor. I'm counting on you" says the Colonel as he loosens his grip and pats the doctor's shoulder before turning and heading out of the room. As large metal doors whine open before clasping shut again, Doctor Traxler returns his gaze to the monitors. The booming beats of Loba's pulsing heart can still be heard from her tachycardic spasm *BOOMTHUMPBOOMBOOM*. The doctor once against lets loose a sick smile as he observes monitor screens of the other Legends. "Now...which ones are next?" *Thoom-thoomp..thoom-thoomp..thoom-thoomp* "Hmmm" sighs Lifeline. She transitions the bell of a stethoscope to the left breast of Loba and puts it firmly against the tanned flesh of the woman, the steth rocks which each beat. *Thoomp-thoomp..thoom-thoomp...thmpBUMPthmp...thmph* "Tch" winces the aristocrat as her heart gives a hard stumble before returning to a normal rhythm. "Ya heart's still a bit tender. You need a bit more rest, girl" says the young medic as she pulls the stethoscope from her chest and hangs it around her neck. "Whatever happened to ya did a number on ya body". Loba pulls the sleeves of her white silk robe up over her arms, covering herself up. "I can't just sit here, Ajay. Someone tried to kill me" Loba retorts as she flips her orangish-red dyed hair back before pulling a section to start to braid it. "And what makes ya say that" questions Lifeline as she puts her hands on her hips. "Because nothing like this ever happened. My father was a conman, a rich one at that, and I myself am the most infamous thief in the Outlands now turned legend. I very much have plenty of enemies and if the demonio didn't do it then someone else must have" She finishes winding one of her braids before fully tying it down. She grabs the other half of her hair and starts on that one. "Okay then where and how woulda someone done som'tin to ya?" "I'm trying to figure that out" Loba's eyes soften, knowing full well she avoided her end. "Ajay sighs as she sits down on the bed next to her temporary patient. "Turn, sista" she orders her as she grabs the partially finished braid from Loba and continues doing it yourself. "You're a strong woman, Loba, we all know dat. And with the stress we do on our bodies doin' these games is harsh. Maybe ya ticker just didn't have it dat that" she says in a soft tone to comfort her. "Look, I had Doc run a diagnostic scan on ya, and he'll get tha results later. Relax now, go get a drink or sumtin' but ya need rest" Ajay finishes the braid and puts it behind Loba's head. Lifeline gets up and starts heading for the door. "I left some meds on the dressa, take two a da pills in an hour, they will help with the healing" she says before leaving. Loba looks in the mirror and the softness on her face turns to a harder, fiercer look. "Hmph" she scoffs before getting up and heading downstairs to the bar. The light clank of a setting spoon rings as Loba picks up her cup of tea and takes a sip. She puts it down on the her plate and  puts a palm under her chin before letting out a slight groan. "WHERE IS MY BLOOD WRENCH, YA PLONKER"? A scream is heard from one of the back rooms along with a heavy thunk of something being thrown. "I TOLD YOU I PUT IT BACK! AND CAN YOU STOP THROWING SCREWDRIVERS AT ME!?" retorts a second voice. "Ugh, that's the last time I let you borrow any tools. You owe me a new wrench!" The door bursts open as Rampart storms out. Mirage follows right behind her, rubbing a fresh bump on his head. "I...put...ow that hurts...your wrench back" stutters the legend. "Then where is it..hmm??" questions the young, Indian girl, arms crossed over her chest. "I let'cha borrow it for your holo-tech, and now it goes missing. Is this a prank? Did'cha turn it invisible on me?" she continues her interrogation. "I put it on the table when I was done. Maybe Path took it" Mirage fires back. "Speaking of, YO, PATH!! CAN YOU GET ME SOME ICE?" he yells out to the MRVN robot. "I'm coming, friend" a cheery voice is heard as Pathfinder runs in from a back room of his own. He leaps behind the bar counter, opens a freezer cooler and grabs a massive chunk of ice. "Like this?" He questions. Mirage groggily sits down on a chair. "Wrap it for me" he shakily waves a finger towards a drawer. Path opens the draw and dumps the large ice rock into a cloth before running towards Mirage. The ice chunk falls out of the rag and Pathfinder steps on it. "Uh oh" the robot slips forward and falls, hitting the ground. The shock sets off his grappling hook as it fires directly at Mirage. *SHNK*, the blunt end hits him square in the head where he got pelted from Rampart and he falls back out of the chair. "OWHOWWW..why...me" he groans, dazed. Ram bursts out laughing "OHHHAHAHAHAH" she bellows. "You deserve that one, mate. That's what'cha get for hiding my tools" Mirage slowly gets up as Path reels in his hook and hands out the ice chunk to him. The Duke of Dupes holds it to the now even bigger bump to his head. "I ....still didn't you cocky little .."  "ENOUGH!!" screams Loba as she tried her best to ignore the commotion. "You are like a horrible married couple. Take it out in the firing range or something" she angrily suggests. "Winner buys the other a a goddamn wrench." Mirage and Rampart look at each other for a split second. "You know, that's not a bad idea" Mirage shrugs before tossing the ice chunk behind him. It hits Path in the face and breaks apart. "I hope that helped, friend" he gives a thumbs up and switches a smiley face on his chest screen. Completely ignoring him Mirage puts his hands on his hips "Let's do it" he grins his smug grin and Rampart returns the same smile "You bet your bloody behind on it" she cockily fires back. They both head out and run towards the teleportation station. Loba turns back to towards the bar before returning to her tea, completely bewildered by the craziness of the situation at hand being over a wrench. She sips her drink and enjoys the quiet. But unknown to every one, amidst the commotion, two microships float through the air and tail Mirage and Rampart to the teleporters. Rampart's fingers clack along a keyboard as the whirling of portals fires up. "Okay, mate. Destination is set and prepare to get your butt kicked" mocks the weaponsmith. "Pft, as if. I won't lose to a noob like you. I am the face the Apex Games after all" He smiles that smug smile again and puts his hand to his face in like a checkmark across his chin and jaw. Rampart rolls her eyes "Do you just wake up like this" she half sincerely-half serious questions him. The ships that were following them fly in close. "Alright, men. Get ready to enter the subjects. We couldn't have asked for a more pristine opportunity here" a voice can be heard inside the ships, it's Doctor Traxler's as he sits at the monitors of the shadow base, not attending this trip but rather commanding it from afar. "3...2...1" the voice inside the ships counts as well as the legends and they enter the portal while the ships enter their bodies through the nose. "ACHOO" Mirage lets out a  sneeze and wipes his nose as the duo teleport to the firing range. The ships float through the lungs of the subjects with a booming sound echoing in the background, it gets louder and louder as they approach their destination, the hearts of Rampart and Mirage. "Perfect..simply perfect" states Traxler as he sits back in the chair, watching the camera feed...hearing the sounds of their hearts beating. The ships reach the pulsing organs and set themselves on top and begin their readings. *Thoom-thmp...thoom-thmp...thoom-thmp* beats echoes the slow, steady, powerful beats of the male legend's heart. *Bmp-bmp..bmp-bmp..bmp* thuds the slightly faster and smaller heart of 21 year old Rampart's heart, deeply in her chest. "Hmmmph" groans the doctor, once again loving the sight and sound of the very life giving organs of the subjects..but more so loving the fact he gets to observe as almost God once more in his mind. "Ok...rules" says Mirage. "We get red shields, one battery, an RE-45 automatic pistol, a wingman revolver and first to crack the other's energy shield wins. Sound fair?" he suggests. "And whatever else we have on our person" adds in Rampart as she pulls out a piece of bubble gum, unwraps it and pops in her mouth before giving a couple obnoxiously loud chews and smacks. Mirage looks at her with a slightly disgusted look on his face "That's gross. You chew like a cow, but fine" he replies. She pops a bubble and giggles. "Ok then, get ready to lose..loser" she cracks her knuckles before heading to the weapon and armory racks and gathers her equipment. Mirage heads to the other side of the training ground and grabs his gear, loads up his guns and dons the energy shields. "He yells across the field...10 seconds!! Let's go!!" He flicks the strands of hair to the side, while Rampart tightens her side ponytail and pulls her black-brown hair taut. *Boom-boomboomboom-* Both their hearts begin to thunder in their chest with anticipation. Traxler sits in his chair and smiles. "Here we go" Rampart throws down two cover barriers as they grind up and post up their energy shields. She begins to take aim from behind the energy screen "EAT LEAD YA BLOODY SISSY" she yells out in joy and begins firing from the RE45. The rapid fire bullets shoot through the energy screen and fly faster due to the property of the shields. "Oh...I forgot she could do that" says Mirage aloof before running and ducking under a nearby rock. "And bam..to the bam.." he yells out and snaps his fingers as a holotech dupe emerges and runs towards Rampart. "Not gonna fool me, mate" she fires and takes out the dupe as it fades. "Gotta get behind my amped covuh" she gloats and waits for Mirage to emerge. Inside their bodies their hearts hammer, and Traxler looks on in glee. "Ok, boys...we begin with the first misfire. Level one current, go. The ships charge up and release a small electrical current against the hearts of the legends. *BOOMBOOMBOOM..THUDBMPBMP* a painful skip hits the already hard beating hearts of the two. "Gck" Mirage clutches his chest. That was..weird "Hrk" Rampart grabs at hers as she feels the thundering muscle beneath her jacket slam into her ribs as a wave of pain emanates from it. "Must've been the coffee I drank this morning...or 9 cups I drank last night looking for that bloody wrench" she says to herself. "No matter, time to beat this blockhead." Mirage makes a break for it and sends out another two dupes as he rushes Rampart's cover. He pulls out his wingman and begins to fire, the heavy duty bullets hit the energy screen of Rampart's cover as they begin to spark. "Gonna need to do better than that, mate" she yells out over the gun fire before weaving behind another shield and throws up a third wall. "Not this time" Mirage shoots at the expanding wall before it can pop up the energy screen, it smokes and explodes. Rampart pops her gum and furrows her brow before firing switching to the wingman and fires off the heavy rounds, the screen propelling them faster. It hits the dupes and Mirage himself. "Uh oh", he slides behind another nearby rock, checking his shield at it is still holding strong. Rampart smiles and waits, feeling her confidence begin to grow. *BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM* back in their chests, their hearts thunder and pound harder, Mirage especially spiking in his heart rate due to the bullet hitting him. "Hit them again, but raise the level" commands Traxler as the ships begin another shock. The ships release the current, causing the  flailing organs to skip and flop frantically. *BOOMBOOMTHUMPBOOM...BTHMPTHMOBOOM..BMBMBMBM* "GAH...again!?" Mirage puts his hand to his chest and feels the pounding heart beneath, and feels his breath begin to run ragged. Rampart's chest jerks up and forward as she drops the gun..."the bloody hell is wrong with me?" she sweats and pants heavily. They both know something is wrong but their pride and competitive nature keeps them going. Rampart picks up her gun and sets up against the cover. Mirage composes himself and gets ready. Both think to themselves they need to finish this quickly. "Time to bamboozle" Mirage heads out in a dash once, hitting his multiple dupe button. He goes invisible for a brief second before multiple copies of himself appear. "Dammit" Rampart says under her breath. She switches to the 45 and fires the spray of bullets, the Mirage dupes duck and weave as best as they could. Some get hit before Rampart runs out of bullets. She drops it and switches to the wingman and fires the remaining couple of bullets before reloading another six. Amid the reload, Mirage closes the distance as the final dupe disappears and jumps over the cover wall to tackle Rampart. "You plonker!" she yells as she kicks him back off of her. Mirage lands hard on his back and he slides. He aims the wingman and fires off a couple shots, the bullets land and begin to shatter Rampart's actual energy shield. She gets knocked back from the recoil and squirms around one of her cover walls. "I'm out of ammo...damn" she curses as she grabs a handful of sand and waits for Mirage. He charges again and sends a dupe to one side, Rampart doesn't fall for it. Just as he is about to pull around she throws the sand and kicks him, the shield takes the damage. He reels back before gaining some composure gain. He throws a punch and she ducks, grabbing his arm and throwing him down. He lands partially on his feet in a bridge and pulls his wingman up, firing a shot. She thrusts her head back as it takes a chunk out of her side ponytail. "My hair, you bastard" she stomps down at him. He grabs her foot and throws her down. He straddles her and holds the wingman to her. "Say uncle" he chides. "You wish" she says before spitting her gum at his face. "Ew" he squeals as he wipes his face. With the momentary distraction, she kicks him off and steals his 45. She turns and fires a spray, he snaps a dupe and she falls for it. He tackles her once more, using his strength to pin her down and holds his wingman to her chest, barrel rattling with her violent heartbeats as her chest rises and falls while she guzzles down oxygen. "How about now?" He asks, panting heavily. "How about you?" she retorts back as she holds the 45 to his chest. Both smile as they pull the trigger, bullets fire, and both shields crack. In that moment "Full power, charge and go" Traxler commands as the ships release a final and deadly current. *THMTHMBOOMBOMM...THMBUMPBUMPTHOMM..THOOM....THOOM...thoomp...thmp..boomp...thmp....thmp*. Mirage and Rampart both stare at each other wide eyed...they gasp...clutch their chest...and fall on their backs. Their hearts go into full cardiac arrest. *THMBMBMMPPTH...THMBBOOOMBOOM..THMP..THM..BOOMBUMBOOM..BOOM* The ships inside them ride the misfiring hearts. "YES...YES..THIS IS WONDERFUL" the sociopathic doctor lustfully chimes in his chair. "This is beautiful...absolutely beautiful" he revels in the life and death control he once again is in charge of. Back at Mirage's Bar, Pathfinder is picking gum out from under the tables and attached to one of the tables is Rampart's wrench. "Oh boy! My friends will be glad to know I found the wrench" He cheerily says to himself. He runs to the teleporter station and enters the portal. "Friends!! Look what...I ..found...friends?" Pathfinder looks confusingly at the motionless bodies of Mirage and Rampart on the ground. He rushes over there and pokes them. "Friends?" He solemnly questions again. He scoops them up and dashes to the portal, returning to the bar. "HELP!" he yells out as both of them drape limply over the robot's shoulders. The other legends rush from their rooms down to the main room of the bar to see the sight. "They aren't moving..." Path states. Bangalore grabs Rampart's body and Path still holds Mirage. "Path, get them to Lifeline's room. NOW!" He nods and they both rush to Ajay's room and burst the door open. "What happened?" Questions Lifeline as the bot and soldier lay Mirage and Rampart down. "I just found them motionless in the firing range...I don't know" explains Pathfinder. "DOC, get a reading, now" yells Ajay at her med drone. It scans them and shows faulty and shakey heart spikes...like a bunch of worms wriggling in a bag. "Alright, men. Time to make your exit" says Doctor Traxler. "The ships detach from the near useless pumping hearts of their victims and leave out of their lungs and up through their noses before flying off. "Wattson, I need ya!" yells Lifeline as the Shock Princess steps forward. "Rememba Loba? Dis is da same ting" she explains. Wattson nods and begins to charge up her hands, preparing a shock. Lifeline grabs her shock sticks and charges them. They both touch the chests of Mirage and Ramp as both of their bodies jerk up, convulse and lay back down. No movement. "Doc, keep a read" commands the medic, both charge again and shock their patients. Again, the bodies convulse up and land flat. "GUUUUUH" gasps Mirage as he chokes and coughs laying there. "The...hell?" He questions and turns to see Rampart getting defibbed right there. "RAMP!? RAMP!" He yells at her, she gets shocked again, her chest jolting in the air before landing. Her eyes weakly open. "Why does my everything hurt?" she questions, coughing and breathing weakly. "Ya hearts were damn near stopped. Path found ya, something about a wrench and he pulled ya guys back here." Rampart slowly turns her head and Mirage joins her. "I'm glad you're ok, friends" he folds his hands together. They both weakly smile at him. "We're glad you got us, friend". The smile face appears on his chest screen. "Alright you two...get some sleep. I'll check on ya in a bit. Everyone else...go on, wit'cha. Give'm some room" Ajay shoos the rest of the legends and leaves them with Path. She hooks DOC up to them to help give some healing energy and she turns to Path "Keep an eye on em, Path" she nods to him. He nods in response as both legends pass out. Lifeline shuts the door and starts walking down the hall, sighing. Loba stands in her doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed, a stoic look on her face. "It was the same thing...wasn't it?" She questions. Lifeline nods. "I tink sum'tin ain't out just for you, Loba. We all are targets here...just need to keep our guards up. "Loba nods before turning around and shutting her door. As she looks out through the window into the dark sky of night, she can see the visage of Revenant standing on a rooftop some buildings away. The piercing golden eyes can be seen clearly through the veil of the moonlit sky. She tightens her face as the silhouette disappears.  

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Just Like Old Times (Victor Zsasz x Reader) [One-shot]

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Premise: You once worked alongside Victor Zsasz for a mob boss. When he left for Roman Sionis, you stayed behind, loyalty to your mob boss winning out. Until he betrays that loyalty, forcing you to call on an old friend.

Tagged: @strangeaddiction1306​ (who gave me the idea!)

You and Victor Zsasz shared an affinity for knives. Well, that’s what he called those little things he used. You, however, had taken the ideology “Walk soft, but carry a big stick” to heart. Instead of little switchblades, you carried a machete.

Your signature style included a knee-length trench coat to hide the machete strapped to your thigh. There was a hole in the right pocket so you could yank it out quickly if need be, but like an old gunslinger, you preferred to swish aside the coat and unsheath the blade with a flourish.

Leonardo Acciai had only employed you as a favor to your mother. Unable to curb your violent tendencies, she had sent you to Leo, believing that if your violence couldn’t be exorcised, it could at least be put to use.

That’s how you became Leo’s butcher at sixteen.

Leo liked to take hands. Cross him, deny him—any poor sucker who got on Leo’s bad side lost a hand at the wrist underneath your machete.

You met Zsasz a few years later when he signed on as extra muscle. His self-cutting ritual of marking kills preceded him and fascinated you. He couldn’t help but like a person who carried steel as long as his forearm.

The two of you were formidable.

When Zsasz left for Roman Sionis, he asked you to join him. You said no. Leo had given you your break. You owed him loyalty.

Until you didn’t.

~~

Leo called you into the warehouse in which he ordered the butchering. Despite the sweltering heat, you still sported your trench coat. The machete felt comfortable on your thigh, reassuring you even as you slowly compartmentalized your emotions. You were a professional. You had to inure yourself to others’ pain.

A young man, head hooded, knelt on his knees before the chopping block.

“You’re late,” Leo groused. In his fifties, his old-man irritation had set in early.

You didn’t bother explaining why. Even if he cared to listen, you preferred to keep quiet. You knew that a quiet woman was reassuring.

But a quiet woman with a machete and dead stare was terrifying.

“Let’s get this over with.” Leo waved a hand at Roberto, one of the two other men in the room.

The hood came off your victim.

Shock stabbed through your stomach.

Your brother stared up at you in terror, eyes wide, broken lip bleeding. “I didn’t do it,” he cried.

Roberto backhanded him. The slap echoed around the space. Leo liked the warehouse not just for its easy-to-hose floors; he loved the acoustics.

“I’ve known you since you were shitting in diapers, Tommy,” Leo said, craggy face creased with disappointment. “Stealing from me is like stealing from family.”

Thomas’s panicked eyes sought yours, pleading. Struggling to keep your emotions in check, you raced through your options.

Leo snapped his fingers. Dragging your feet, you approached, pulling the machete out from its sheath.

Thomas blubbered your name, thrashing against Roberto’s iron grip on his neck. With a snarl, Roberto kneed him in the kidney. You flinched as your brother gasped, wheezing. Roberto seized his arm and forced it onto the block.

“Because you stole from me and disrespected not only me but your family,” Leo declared, “you lose both hands.”

Sobbing, Thomas flailed uselessly against Roberto.

Leo snapped his fingers.

Stepping forward, you stared down at your brother. He was barely nineteen, enrolled in college to get a better, less bloody education than you did. He should never have been anywhere near Leo.

Your jaw clenched.

“Something wrong?”

You glanced aside at Leo, just out of reach. He looked at you patronizingly. There was a reason he had earned a reputation as merciless.

Like granite, your tongue moved. “He’s moving too much. I need Ed to hold his other arm.”

Roberto whistled. “I thought I was fucking cold,” he muttered.

Leo waved a hand at Ed, the other man in the room. Ed seized your brother’s free arm and forced it down onto the block.

Thomas’s sobs assaulted your ears. Your hand tightened on the machete.

Stepping up to the block, you gripped the machete with both hands. Thomas screamed your name.

You swung.

Blood spurted from Roberto and Ed’s exposed throats. Surprised, they let go of Thomas, their hands flying to their necks.

Leo leapt from his chair, hand reaching into his jacket.

Seizing Thomas by the collar, you dragged him to his feet, throwing him behind barrels clustered around a pillar supporting the warehouse roof. Thomas shrieked as you landed beside him.

Bullets pinged off the barrels, concrete raining down onto your heads as they ricocheted off the pillar.

“When I say go, run,” you hissed, pointing to the door through which you had entered earlier.

“I should’ve known,” Leo snarled behind you. “Sooner or later, you were going to bitch up and let your emotions get in the way.”

“Now,” you told Thomas.

Rolling to your left, you heard a bullet whiz over your head. Thomas scrambled in the opposite direction, heading for the door.

Leo spun to shoot him.

You threw the machete with a grunt.

The blade clipped Leo’s shoulder. With a roar, he squeezed off shots wildly. Roberto, bleeding out, weakly lifted up his own gun and fired in your direction.

Using everything as cover, you sprinted to the door, Leo screaming after you. “I’m going to fucking butcher you and your whole fucking family!”

Thomas’s fear crippled him as he ran. You caught up easily, seizing him by the arm and dragging him behind you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cried, gasping.

“Later,” you said. “We have to get Mom.”

~~

It had been a decade since you had felt this afraid, everything out of control.

You did the one thing you could think of.

Parked outside of the Black Mask Club, you hunkered down in your seat, watching the front door and the alley. You waited nearly four hours before the sunlight struck the bleached-silver hair you were looking for.

Slipping out of the car, you crept up behind Zsasz’s as he climbed into the driver’s seat. You opened the passenger door and sat inside.

Zsasz lashed out in reflex, nearly hitting your face. “Holy fucking shit,” he gasped, gaping at you.

“Long time no see.”

“No shit. What the fuck have you been doing?”

“Getting into trouble.”

He grinned. “I like trouble.”

“That’s why I’m here. I need your help.”

Gold teeth flashing in the light, he said, “My help?”

“Leo wanted me to take my brother’s hands.”

The glee in his face slipped. “No.”

“I killed Roberto and Ed.”

“But not Leo.”

“He pulled a gun. Couldn’t get to him.” You swallowed thickly. “Can your boss spare you?”

Zsasz hesitated. You leaned back, smothering your hurt. You had been friends, but only because of work. Of course he wouldn’t risk it.

“Nevermind,” you muttered. “I’ll figure something else out. It was good to see you.”

His hand clamped down on your wrist, preventing you from leaving. “What did you have in mind?”

“Leo and Don,” you answered. Don was Leo’s right-hand man, the only person who could take over and pose a threat if Leo died.

Zsasz’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “I fucking hate Don.”  

~~

The plan was simple.

Its execution would not be.

This didn’t bother Zsasz in the least, which was part of the reason you recruited him. The other reason was because he was psychotic and trigger happy and ruthless.

“Roman wants this fucker dead anyway,” he said as you both waited for night to fall. “I can ask him for help—”

“No. This has to be dealt with internally.” You glanced out the window of the car. Your jaw ached from grinding your teeth together. “It’s personal.”

“Is Thomas alright?”

You arched an eyebrow. “You remember his name?”

Zsasz nodded, looking anywhere but your face. “Is he safe?”

“Yes. I hid him and my mom.”

“That’s good.”

Sunset painted the sky in gorgeous reds and oranges that you would have barely seen through the Gotham skyline if you had been in the city.

You cleared your throat. “How is it working for Roman Sionis?”

“Amazing,” Zsasz answered immediately. “Look.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, he bared his scarred chest to you. Fingers dancing across his flesh, he pointed out a handful of scars you had never seen before.

“You’ve been busy,” you noted wryly.

“Roman likes to cut off faces.”

“So I’ve heard.” You hadn’t seen Zsasz so ecstatic since the two of you had cleared an entire safe house of men with nothing but knives.

“He gives me a lot of work,” Zsasz continued. “You’d like it.”

You disagreed, but before you could voice it, a car pulled up to the gate of Leo’s sprawling estate. The driver rolled down the window, flashing his ugly mug at the guard. You recognized the profile and balding pate immediately.

“Don,” you muttered.

As much as you compartmentalized your emotions, Zsasz’s excitement was and had always been infectious. It thrummed through you, stoking fires you had forgotten existed during his absence. Zsasz knew how to have fun.

Reaching over your shoulder, he withdrew a submachine gun from the duffel on the backseat. Racking the slide, he peered down the iron sights, gold teeth flashing in the waning light.

“Last resort only,” you reminded him.

His smile widened. “Just like old times.” Cackling, he climbed out of the car.

~~

The problem with paranoid men is that it’s easy to surprise the men they hired, but not the paranoiacs themselves.

With ease, you and Zsasz chopped through Leo’s security, severing carotids and slipping blades between ribs. Your machete bit into throats, running with blood down to your hands, bodies trailing in your wake.

As you converged on Leo’s office, you sheathed the machete and drew the pistol tucked under your arm. Following your cue, Zsasz swung the submachine into his hands.

Down the hallway from the double doors, you gestured to Zsasz. “Spray and pray.”

Gold teeth flashing, Zsasz stepped forward.

The bullets tore through the doors, wood chips flying.

Screams and the thud of heavy bodies filtered over the buzz of the submachine gun.

Sidling up beside the doors, you sliced your hand across your neck. Zsasz released he trigger.

Kicking the mutilated doors open, you sped to the right, Zsasz cutting behind you to the left.

Double-taps to the chests of men still alive.

You swept the room.

No Leo.

An icy chill snaked down your spine.

Pain exploded through your shoulder from behind, slamming you forward. Zsasz spun in your peripherals, shock on his face. You threw yourself behind Leo’s heavy oak desk. Head low, you checked your shoulder. No blood.

Thank God for Kevlar.

Zsasz threw himself beside you, back smacking against the desk drawers. “Are you okay?”

Gritting your teeth, you nodded. Numbness crept down your arm, reaching your trigger finger.

Zsasz withdrew a knife from his boot, made eye contact with you. You nodded.

“You fucking bitch,” Leo shouted. “You really fucking thought—”

Zsasz popped up from behind the desk. The knife flew from his hand.

It buried into Leo’s shoulder.

Leo snarled.

Rising, you squeezed the trigger.

Blood sprayed the opposite wall. Leo went slack, gasping. He looked down at the sucking hole in his chest, staggered.

Shaking, you holstered the pistol and slowly approached his supine form. Leo’s hand limply searched for his gun, panicked eyes watching you.

The machete slid free from its sheath.

Staring down into his face, you hissed, “I wanted you alive for this.”

You brought the machete down onto his neck.

It took several chops for you to hack his head from his neck. Roaring filled your ears. It wasn’t until you staggered back from the decapitated corpse that you realized the roar was your own voice.

Zsasz stared at you, awe on his face. “I like you better like this.”

Without control, you mean, you thought. Struggling to compose yourself, you surveyed the bodies on the floor, searching their faces. You frowned.

“Where’s—”

You pitched forward onto your hands and knees, white-hot pain sucking your breath away in your back. Zsasz slid forward, hand reaching under your arm. Yanking the pistol free, he fired.

Thump.

“Fucking Don,” he snarled.

You coughed. Blood flecked the floor in front of you.

“Shit,” you hissed.

“Fuck.” Zsasz hauled you to your feet, pulling on your shirt to check the vest. “It almost went through.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Zsasz forced you to stare into his dark eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s not the worst I’ve suffered.”

He refused to let you go. Giving in, you leaned on him, shuffling forward to Leo’s head. You stared down at the grotesque rictus twisting the man’s features.

“Does your boss like gifts?” you asked.

Zsasz’s teeth gleamed.

~~

Despite his need for cleanliness, Roman was just as excited by the sight of you blood coating you as Zsasz was. Ordering Leo’s head to be placed on a spike, Roman all but kissed you on the mouth.

“You should have brought her to me sooner,” he admonished Zsasz.

Zsasz grinned in response.

“My own lethal eagle.” Roman laughed with excitement.

In the bathroom, you washed the blood from your hands, the water running pink. Zsasz entered the room, the grin still on his face. Helping you out of his shirt, he slid the Kevlar off your torso. Dark bruises were already forming on your back. You would need to wrap your ribs.

“Just like old times,” he said, his hands running over the marks.

“Sionis isn’t Leo,” you muttered, wiggling back into your shirt.

His silence drew your attention. Leaning against the sink, but still in your personal space, Zsasz let the smile slip.

You frowned. “What?”

“I thought about killing Leo before I left,” he confessed. “So you had no reason to stay.”

You didn’t know how to answer. Instead, you said, “You have some new scars to make.”

Zsasz’s voice rumbled low in your ear. “Want to help me make them?”

A smile twitched at the corner of your lips.

Just like old times.

[jeromesxreader16]

Such A Joker (43)

Part 42 Here!!!

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Jerome POV:

I open my eyes seeing nothing but cemented walls entrapping me. I run my hands along the towering stockades laughing. "Oh, you are incorrigible, but then again, you always were. Oh, wait. Or was that me? Sometimes I get so confused, I... I can't remember."

I look up at the camera and smile widely. "You didn't have to run away like that. I would never hurt you... Xander. I love you. I just know you'd be a good uncle to my future giggling phycos. Can't wait to see ya! You'll get to meet my doll! She's a sweetie, but be careful... She's one hell of a wild card. Did you think about me? I know that you did." I giggle and crawl up close to the camera giggling. "Oh, I'm gonna squeeze you until you pop!"

Jeremiah POV:

"Oh, I'm gonna squeeze you until you pop!" I shiver as Jerome chuckles evilly on the screen. I pour another glass of scotch and sigh. "Your sweetie. Your doll, huh?" I hum watching him entertain himself.

"Let me tell you a little about her, brother." I huff plopping in my seat. "She's the most breathtaking angel I've ever seen. Psychotic and beautiful. If she knew I was here, boy, she'd get really mad. Haven't been home to please the lady, you know how that is." He giggles making me clench my fist.

Does he know? Does he have the slightest clue I've cured (y/n), she's sane, and in my protection?

"Jer?" Her small voice echo's from the cemented halls. I turn off the monitors just in time as she walks into the office. She wasn't supposed to wake for 4 more hours. She was supposed to stay asleep until the job was done.

I smile seeing her half-lidded eyes, baggy shirt, and messy hair. "Come here, love." (Y/n) smiles grabbing my hand and sitting upon my lap.

"You're drinking?" She asks cuddling into my frame. I sigh looking at my drink. "I am." "Why? Are you stressed?" I brush her hair back kissing her head. "Jerome went to visit my office today. Killed a lot of my employees." She gazes down at me with sad eyes. "It's not your fault, Jer." I nod understanding.

"How was your nap?"

(Y/n) lifts her head and kisses my cheek. "I had a dream about you." "Yeah? Was I nominated engineer of the year?" "No. We got married, had a beautiful boy with red hair. He was extremely smart." My heart skips as a smile grows on my face. "You dreamt of that? With me?" "Is that a shocker?"

I cup her cheek in my hand and smile. "I just never predicted I would be as lucky to have you in my life." She leans up kissing me. "Well, Jeremiah Valeska, I'm here to stay." I chuckle basking at this moment.

"Sir, you have visitors pulling into the property range." (Y/n) huffs looking into my eyes. "You're always so busy." I brush her hair behind her ear smiling. "It looks like your father has come to visit," I say looking over to the screen from the outside camera. She gasps watching as the car pulls up and two men exit.

Jim POV:

I bang on the metal door sighing. "Have you heard from her anymore?" Harvey asks next to me. "She called telling me she was with her boyfriend." "And she's safe." I shrug fighting the thoughts of danger in my head. "She said she was." Harvey shrugs smiling. "Alright Partner. I just know she's like you. Reckless."

The door opens and a young blond stands to look at us. I flash my badge, "James Gordon here to see Xander Wilde."

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She leads us down many long hallways full cemented. "So this whole joint's underground?" "Mr. Wilde values his privacy." "How long has he lived here?" "He finished construction six years ago."

She walks up to a door inserting a code. "Echo. 496."

"Welcome, Ms. Ecco." A robotic voice sounds out opening the door. "He'll see you now."

Harvey and I walk in seeing a man with his back turned. "Thank you for seeing us, Mr. Wilde." "I expected you might come, Captain." He turns around and my blood runs cold as the face of insanity looks into my eyes.

Harvey and I pull our guns out aiming it at Jerome.

"My God. There's two of them." Harvey gasps looking over the Valeska brother.

"Dad! Stop!" I look behind me and see my daughter. "(Y/n). What are you doing here? You told me you were with your-" My eyes avert from (y/n) and land on Xander. "Boyfriend."

Xander lets his lips slip into a tiny smile as he nervously looks at the gun. "May I put my hands down now, gentlemen?" I look over at (Y/n) confused. "Are you kidding me? Put your gun down!"

Harvey and I lower our guns as I stare at my daughter as she walks over and makes sure Xander is okay. "Apologies, Mr. Wilde.

You took us by surprise." He nods and smiles at my daughter. "That's understandable. It's happened before."

"You can call me Jeremiah. That's the name my mother gave me. You solved her murder, Captain Gordon. I owe you a debt of gratitude for that and for putting Jerome in Arkham, where he belongs." (Y/n) holds his hand in comfort as he explains. She's not fazed by him talking about what Jerome did. Has she finally let go and found security?

"He never mentioned you before."

"No, I suppose he wouldn't have. From the letters my mother sent me, he never spoke of me after I left."

"Left where?"

"The circus. They hid me away to protect me from him. See, we were always different, Jerome and I. From an early age, I showed a proficiency for maths and design, and Jerome, mainly the mutilation of alley cats. On my tenth birthday, he held a cake knife to my throat. A few weeks later, he lit my bed on fire. It was like living in a nightmare. I'm grateful he was never able to hurt (y/n). My mother knew eventually one day he would succeed, so one night, my uncle came to my room while Jerome slept, and told me that he was taking me away. I had no idea where, but I kissed my mother good-bye, told her I loved her, and I never saw her again."

"He took you to St. Ignatius."

"Got a new name, a new life. And I was finally able to live without fear. But in my heart, I knew one day Jerome would come for me."

"Well, that day is today, pops," Harvey said walking closer.

"What do you mean, Harv?" (Y/n) asks looping her arm with Jerimiah.

I stand closer, explaining. "We have reason to believe Jerome knows where you are. (Y/n), he's already been by your apartment, and now with you here you're in even more danger. We need to move you both to a safe location until we can apprehend him."

Jeremiah shakes his head holding my daughter close. "That won't be necessary, gentlemen. I've spent the bulk of my life preparing for this eventuality. I am the safest here in my home. I can keep (y/n) safer than any secretive location in Gotham." (Y/n) nods looking at us. "He's right, dad. I feel safer here with Jeremiah than the GCPD."

"Not anymore. Jerome knows the name of your proxy. He got it from your boss just before he executed him."

"I heard about Jerome visiting Allen Hayes. It's tragic, but the proxy's name I gave to Allen was a fake."

(Y/n) POV:

As Jeremiah speaks his arm tightens around me causing me to look up at him confused. Why is he so tense?

"You're lying." It hits me as my father says it. I remove myself from his side looking up at him. "I beg your pardon?" I narrow my eyes at him crossing my arms. A liar knows a liar when they see one.

"Jer? What are you hiding?" As his eyes meet mine I see the panic living in them. What has he done? "Jeremiah. Honey, is there something you want to tell me?" He reaches out for me with a shaky hand. "N-no, love. Your father is just intimidating." I hum patting his chest.

Jim and Harvey walk around the small office scanning over the many things scattered over the desk.

"(Y/n). Come here, please." I walk over to my dad sitting on the desk facing away from Jerimiah. "Yeah?" "Why the hell didn't you tell me before?" I roll my eyes sighing, "He's fine. Lord, he can't even hurt a fly." "Besides the point, overprotective father, we get it! Now, let's dig, anything weird about him? Something he could be hiding?" I look back over to Jeremiah as he paces his office fixing his glasses each time they fall to the bridge of his nose.

"He said he's intimidated by you."

"And you believe that?" I scoff lowering my voice. "Of course not."

"Yeah, there's something about this guy that's fishy."

"What about the security cameras outside." "What about them, dad?" "They were turned on, (y/n)." I look over my should looking at the bank screens of the monitors.

"Jeremiah, how come the monitors are off if the cameras are recording?" My dad asks walking closer to Jeremiah as Harvey walks near the monitors.

"I don't see why that's any of your concern, Mr. Gordon. Now, if you excuse me, I'm a very busy man." Jeremiah says stuffing his hands in his pockets. Harvey touches buttons on the monitors trying to find the right on.

"Please don't touch that."

I stand and walk over hitting the small red button causing the TVs to light up with life. "That's very sensitive equipment."

The screens clear and as the pixels match, I cover my mouth locking my eyes onto the screen. Jerome stands in a small room performing yoga. He looks up at the camera and waves causing me to shutter. I turn to Jerimiah with tears brimming my eyes.

"Oh, yeah. I'd say that's pretty damn sensitive." Harvey says watching Jerome.

I storm the short distance to Jeremiah glaring at him. "Why would you do this?" I sneer at him. He closes his eyes with his head leaning towards the floor. "(y/n). I wanted you safe." "And you think by bringing him closer to me was going to keep me safe?"

Jerome's giggle causes me to focus on him. "You know, brother, it has been a while since I've seen my sweets. Say, you wouldn't be keeping her from me, would ya?" My father glares at the screen shaking his head.

"You need to take us to your brother."

"I can't do that."

"What if he's nuttier than the other one?" "Harvey!" "I'm nothing like Jerome."

"You want me to put you in a cell next to his with zero visitation? Because that is where this is heading!" "Dad, stop! Calm down!" I say grabbing my hair in stress.

"And then what, Captain Gordon? You couldn't hold him. Arkham couldn't. I can. And I will make sure Jerome never escapes again. I am making sure he never hurts (y/n) again!"

"Jeremiah, I am thankful for that, but that's not going to work. Jerome comes with us, and if you want to make this easier on yourself, I suggest you stay the hell out of the way." I push myself between my father and Jerimiah. "I get this is a big deal, but this isn't the way to-"

"Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The loonies are outside."

Harvey points at the monitors showing Scarcrow, Jervis, and Ecco following blindly.

Jeremiah rushes to the screens panicking. "No. No. How'd they find me?"

"They must have followed Jerome."

The lights shut off leaving us in a blood-red hue from the emergency lights. Jeremiah grabs my hand pulling me close to his side.

"We need to move, now. Is there another way out of here?" "Yes, but we-" "You can't leave, Ecco!" I cry in a panic. "The loonies will use her against us, (y/n)!" I shake my head removing myself from Jerimiah's hold. "No. She's my friend and has done so much for me. I'm not letting her die." My father nods placing a hand on my shoulder.

"She's devoted her life to helping Jerimiah. She's too important, dad." He nods looking at Jeremiah and I. "We get you two out first,

then we can come back for her. Deal?" I nod pulling Jeremiah out into the halls.

"As a child, I was obsessed with labyrinths, so I designed my house like one." My dad and Harvey follow close behind. "You mean this place is a maze?" Jeremiah nods leading the way.

"Easy enough to get in; (y/n) and I are the only ones who know the way out. Stay close to me."

We pass another Conor as the maze twists. "The maze is built on a hundred acres. There are 73 dead ends. I once invited the top

maze designers in the country to try to solve it... one did. It took him three days." "Then how did I do it in an hour?" I giggle jogging ahead.

As I round a wall I see Ecco walking towards me. "Ecco! You're alright!" She grabs my neck and slams me against the wall. "Ec- Stop!" I gasp as she clenches my airway shut.

I kneed her in the stomach pushing her away. "Alright. I can play." She lunges at me causing me to doge and swipe her legs knocking her to the ground. She stands up taking me down to the ground.

"Ecco. What are you doing?" Jeremiah rushes as he sees me on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, she's hypnotized."

Ecco charges towards him and knocks Jerimiah down. "E-Ecco, it's me. It's me. Ow!" I stand up punching her in the face and knocking her down once more. Jeremiah looks at me surprised. "I didn't know you could do that, love." I laugh breathlessly turning to him quickly as Ecco fights off my dad and Harvey.

I help Jeremiah up but am pushed into the wall as Ecco grabs him and walks in down the hall away from us. "Gordon! Help!"

"Dad!" I yell looking after them. "Come on."

Jeremiah POV:

"Ecco, please. Where are you taking me? (Y/n) will be alone!"

"I'm taking you to Jerome." He speaks in a monotone voice gripping my arms. "No. He'll do horrible things to me. Ecco..."

"Stop!" Detective Bullock yells charging Ecco. Harvey falls and out of nowhere (Y/n) comes from behind the wall pushing Ecco and knocking her out.

I have to say... It was hot!

"Come on!" I grab (y/n) hand and run towards the exit fearful of the end. "Jeremiah, what are you going to do?" He shakes his head breathing heavily. "I don't care. I just want to get you to-"

"Hello, brother." Jerome pops out in front of Jeremiah halting our tracks. Jeremiah blocks my frame holding my wrist tightly. I peer at Jerome with wide eyes. His eyes meet mine and he smirks growing a giggle. "There you are, dollface. I've been searching for you too. Looks like I killed two birds with one stone, huh?" "Jerome I-"

Jerome yanks my arm bringing me close to him. He holds my waist and smiles down at me. "I've missed you." He leans down planting a passionate kiss upon my lips before throwing me behind him. "Whoa! More of that later!" He chuckles before turning back to his brother who is watching my every move with growing worry and rage.

"So, how ya been? Oh, you look great! To think I used to be the handsome one, right? I see you've been taking care of my doll here... Not cool bro." Jerome glares at Jeremiah.

Jeremiah shutters looking down. "How'd you find your way through the maze?"

"Oh, bro, we might not look the same anymore, but we still think the same. Exhibit A!" Jerome gestures to me cackling. "Plus, you used to draw those stupid things all the time as a kid. I paid attention to."

Jerome throws his head back sighing. "I've been waiting for this moment for 15 years. Ever since you ran away in the middle of the night, like a coward."

"You're insane." Jeremiah states.

"And I tried telling Mom, but she didn't want to listen to me. You blame me for everything that's gone wrong in your life. But the truth is, Jerome, you were born bad."

Jerome turns to me smirking. "Why the long face, love? Don't worry our little ones won't be as he so rudely says born bad." He pinches my cheek gazing at me with love. My stomach churns as I fight all the past urges to let go of my responsibilities and be with him again, but I couldn't do that the Jer.

Could I?

"So that's why you made her think that I tried to kill you?"

I look over Jerome's shoulder watching as Jeremiah grew more nervous.

He wouldn't have lied about that, right? His own brother?

"What was it again? What was it? I put a blade to your throat. No, no, no, no, no. I tried to... light you on fire!"

"We both know you wanted to!" "Yeah, that was a funny story, wasn't it?" Jerome sneers at his brother. I step out glaring at Jeremiah. "So you did lie to me. You lied about everything." "N-no, (y/n). Jerome did! He's keeping you locked under his belt! He made you think you were crazy for seeing me! Can't you see he doesn't love you as much as I do? I'm trying to protect you!" He cries out reaching for me, but I pull away shaking my head.

"Maybe it didn't happen exactly like that, but... but I didn't have a choice, and I was right. You killed our mother."

"She did deserve it though. Didn't she, (y/n)? You saw how horrible she was. After that whore hid you away, she gave up on me. Poisoned by your stories. You turned everyone I ever loved it against me. Living proof right here!" Jerom points to me.

I glare at Jeremiah and stand in front of him. "(Y/n)-" I slap him across the face making Jerome laugh and hold me back. "You used me! You only wanted me so you could get back at Jerome! How could you play with my feelings like this? Make me feel like I was crazy? Like I was alone?"

"Alright, firecracker, cool it down! We can talk about punishments later." He pushed me behind him facing Jeremiah again. "Yeah, I guess it's like what they say. We all could go insane with just one bad day. I guess with you, it's more like one bad spray. You'll see."

"What are you gonna do to me, Jerome?"

"Come on. I'm gonna kill you. Of course. But, first, I'm gonna drive you mad. But don't worry, you won't be alone. All of Gotham will be joining you, too. I'll be keeping (y/n) safe, don't worry."

"No, Jerome, Please, let her go and-"

"Must go! Must go! They're after me and the Scarecrow. Sprint with us Ms. Gordon!" Jervis rushes past us grabbing me and pulling me down the hall with them.

"(Y/n)! No!"

As we all jump into a car I can't help but release my pent up laughter. I look over, seeing the other two watch me confused. "Sorry gentlemen. I've had a sane few months. Have to get back into the swing of this!" I push all my emotions of pain and anger away as Jerome sprints towards us.

"Ah, what a night, huh?" He giggles holding me. "What do you say, doll? How about we make this night unforgettable?" I smile at his crazed eyes feeling the light shine within me.

How can I love two men who cause me to act like two separate people?

"I've missed you, Jerome." He cups my cheeks as we drive like madmen down the road. "I sure hope so, (y/n), because you're not leaving me until my end." I lean in sealing the deal with a kiss. "Until the end, Jerome."

[burnedbyshoto]

Todoroki-sensei

pairing: todoroki natsuo x fem!reader

warning: fluff

word count: 3,715

a/n: me writing for a todoroki that’s not shouto??? weird I know BAHAHAHA, please enjoyyyy. AND TODOROKI-SENSEI IS HOW THEY ADDRESS DOCTORS (apparently at least from what I found) IN JAPAN ITS NOT A WEIRD KINK THING!!!!!!!

Summary: Todoroki Natsuo is an esteemed trauma surgeon, and you’re the volunteer that won’t leave his mind.

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“Patient Kuzo was removed from the ICU today.”

“Patient Fukuda suffered another seizure two hours ago. She’s in stable condition now but we are waiting on your confirmation to see if she’s okay for another surgery.”

“Todoroki-sensei, I was wondering if you knew where Nurse Ha went?”

Todoroki Natsuo blinked as he tossed his dirty surgery scrubs into the biohazard bin. It was currently four in the afternoon and the trauma surgeon had just completed a grueling eight-hour surgery on a villain attack victim. His grey eyes focused on the three people who seemed to be waiting for him. A kind smile overcame his features.

Heroes smiled to ease tension after all.

“Alright, I’ll make sure to visit Patient Fukuda at the end of my shift, has their family visited yet?”

“No, doctor, not that I’m aware of.”

“For Patient Kuzo, have an MRI done, we may need the assistance of the neurosurgeons because of the seizure. We may have missed some bleeding in the brain.”

“Okay, should I order it?”

Natsuo nodded at the resident who nodded in return before running off. Finally, the white-haired man turned toward the final resident.

“Doctor Kang, does it look like I would know where Nurse Ha is?” Natsuo asked as he turned to wash his hands.

“I thought she was in surgery with you,” the resident spoke and Natsuo nodded.

“She was, I believe she’s getting cleaned up as well. A blood clot burst on us and Nurse Ha was among the most soaked,” Natsuo explains.

The blood that stained his scrubs and the small portion of his skin that remained visible during surgery finally making sense.

“The patient?!” The resident panicked as Natsuo carefully wiped away the dried blood from his skin. “Is the patient okay?”

“Well, the patient suffered massive internal damage and we will be watching them overnight, but they are expected to have a full recovery,” Natsuo smiled as the resident clutched their chest.

“Oh, thank goodness,” the resident exhaled a heavy breath. “It’s all thanks to you, I’m sure.”

Natsuo’s face twitched at the praise. To this day it always made him uncomfortable, a sense of imposter syndrome if anything. “I did what every other surgeon would have done.”

The resident shakes their head as Natsuo begins walking back toward the locker rooms. He wasn’t due for anymore surgeries today, and with his shift ending in ten minutes, he had to make rounds for his ICU patients and those on the floor.

“Well, you Todoroki’s sure are superhuman! Your dad was the number one hero, your baby brother is already well within the legendary heroes, and you?! You’re the best trauma surgeon on the planet, you’re still extremely young, and you don’t even have a healing quirk!” The resident exclaims as they follow after Natsuo’s large strides.

Those words haunt Natsuo still.

The last name Todoroki was common, Natsuo had treated many other Todoroki’s before, and not a single one had been his family. Yet everyone knew his Todoroki was the Todoroki people knew.

The Todoroki that defined Pro Heroes Endeavor and Shouto.

Natsuo hated his last name.

He loved his family, but fuck, he craved to not be associated with them. Natsuo loved his baby brother, Natsuo could respect his father's career as the number one hero, but Natsuo hated the whispers that surrounded him because of his family.

The whispers that spoke kindly of his father, the whispers that lusted over his baby brother, the whispers that reminded him that he was never good enough to be a Pro Hero himself. He hated hearing about how his mother was a psychotic patient, that she deserved jail for ruining Shouto's face. He hated that he never heard anything about Fuyumi who always went the extra mile for this nightmare family. He hated that the only reason why he was known was because he made a name for himself, and yet his accomplishments were tied to his father’s doing, not his own. Then those whispers about Touya — the whispers about Dabi — of how he was a traitor, a menace, and a mistake.

Whispers are what they were, but they were loud and insistent. They consumed Natsuo’s attention and demanded that he responded.

There were times that Natsuo wanted to yell at them all. To reveal a truth that would mean nothing to them.

“I just try my best,” Natsuo settled with. “Now, I do believe you have your own rounds to complete. I have thirty patients to look at and I have fifteen minutes before they kick me out, so I have to go.”

The resident stared as Natsuo placed on new scrubs that were navy blue in color, and his coat was slipped on.

“Of course, Todoroki-sensei! I’ll be going now!”

Natsuo waved goodbye as he grabbed his pager, his neck tilting as his tense muscles cracked.

It was time to get on his rounds.

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“Ah, volunteer y/l/n, we were wondering if you were going to be showing up today!” The nurse at the reception desk greeted you as you tried making your frazzled aura look... less so.

“My students took forever getting ready to leave! I wouldn’t have missed this day anyways! I heard that Patient Kuzo is finally out on the floor?” You say as you take the visitor badge that had more or less become yours.

“He is and he hasn’t had any visitors yet, so I think your beautiful soul would really cheer him up!” The nurse laughed as she gave you an update of all the patients who were in need of a visitor, a visitor that wasn’t a part of their medical team.

There were only five names on the list, which was relatively large for what you specialized in for your volunteer work. You smile in thanks as you scan the list, bowing in gratitude as you take off.

Five patients. Two and a half hours.

You weren’t going to be leaving until six-thirty p.m. it seems.

~~

“Patient Kuzo,” you laugh as the man attempted to read your kindergarten student's writings. “It’s rude to make fun of their writing! They’re learning still! Plus, there is a bit of confusion since they are also studying English.”

“But they clearly said something very inappropriate here, I don’t know how you teachers don’t laugh in front of them!” Kuzo, a car accident victim, was an elder in his sixties. His body was covered in bandages, his head was also shaved bald. Most likely meaning that he had brain surgery too.

“If you laugh, they will continue doing the same mistakes because they think it’s fine!” You insist as you take your students writing back.

You found out early on that elders enjoyed reading your student's works. The chaotic and young energy your students possessed were palatable through their writings alone. Adults were a bit trickier in getting them to speak to you, but they always caved. Teens and children, those broke your hearts to see without any visitors, but they occurred rarely. Then you would make sure to do all in your power to make them happy.

“Bah, you’re teaching those kids better manners than their parents sometimes,” Kuzo sighs as he rests against his pillows. “I think you deserve to laugh when it’s funny like that!”

You laugh again as your mouth opens to speak, but the door opens and a voice pierced through the room.

“So, you’re finally doing well enough to be released from the ICU, Patient Kuzo,” a voice sighs as papers rustle.

You look behind you and immediately smile at who you see.

Tall, broad, and tired stands the one doctor you always seemed to be running into on the hospital floor. Natsuo stands by the door ruffling through Kuzo’s charts, his eyes intensely focused on it.

His white hair is falling out of place and you immediately assume he had a long surgery today, especially seeing the news of the villain attack earlier.

“I’m glad to see that you’re doing well—” Natsuo looked up finally, his grey eyes locking on you. The smile on your face broadened as he froze, his eyes widening as he stiffened as the charts came to press tightly against his chest. “Y/l/n-san!”

You stood from the chair and bowed in greeting, “Good to see you again, Todoroki-sensei!”

“Y/l/n-san, I told you already you don’t have to refer to me with that dumb title,” he shakes his head, but the soft grin on his face says that he isn’t upset about it. “But, Patient Kuzo, how are you feeling?”

“Well, my shoulder is still in a lot of pain, but I am feeling a lot better now. Y/l/n-chan has been entertaining me for a few minutes now, she’s quite good at having the pain feel less,” Kuzo explains as you watch as Natsuo places a stethoscope on Kuzo’s chest. As Natsuo continues through his check-list for his patients you continued to stare at him.

The life of a doctor was no joke, and in fact, your co-worker turned good friend had a younger brother who was a doctor as well. She had always expressed her sorrow in the fact that he was always holed up in the hospital and not attending family events.

“Y/l/n-san is a volunteer that we are lucky to have,” Natsuo agrees as he writes some things onto the charts. Your eyes focus on the white-haired doctor who looks at Kuzo with a kind smile, one that reminds you of a Pro Hero saving a civilian. “I can give you stronger morphine for now, if the pain is unbearable. Besides that, Patient Kuzo, it seems that you will be needing in-hospice care with physical therapy for two weeks for the shoulder. Then afterward an additional two months of P.T., the worst of things have thankfully passed.”

Kuzo’s face melted into one of relief as he sighs, “Thank goodness… it must be my quirks doing as well!”

Thus a small conversation erupted about Kuzo’s quirk and if it played a hidden role in his recovery.

Laughter filled the room as you talked with exaggeration with the two men in the room. Stories from Kuzo and yourself bringing smiles to Natsuo’s face and soon enough you were doing everything in your power to make the smile into a grin.

“When did you say you started teaching?” Natsuo asks you after you finished your wild goose chase of a story surrounding a student of your managing to stick seventeen — yes, seventeen — pencils up his nose.

Pausing from the small interaction you were having with Kuzo, you stared at Natsuo as if he had asked you to reveal a secret to him.

Coming to your senses, you rubbed the back of your head as you laughed, “I began six years ago! I’m still the youngest teacher at my school too!”

Your smile weirdly tightened as you replayed that last sentence over in your head, what the hell were you thinking? Why did you include that?!

“I’m the youngest person on the trauma surgery board,” Natsuo teases as you roll your eyes at him.

“And I’m the youngest one in this room,” Kuzo jokes which send the three of you into rounds of amused laughter.

That is until a soft alarm goes off.

You watch as Natsuo pulls out his phone and silences it.

“My shift is over, and Patient Kuzo was the last one on my rounds,” Natsuo explains as he gathers his papers together. “I have to go, I have only a few hours of rest before I’m needed back. I’ll see you next time, Patient Kuzo, and whenever I happen to see you again, y/l/n-san.”

“Have a safe trip home, Todoroki-sensei, thank you for helping,” you say to Natsuo as he smiles one last time at you and leaves.

“Are you two dating?” Kuzo asks you as the door closes behind Natsuo.

Your eyebrows scrunch together as you turn your attention towards the bed-bound elder, “No! I only ever talk to him when he’s making his rounds, and our conversations only last five minutes at max!”

“You both talk like lovers, that’s all.”

You resist the urge to blush as you take your seat again, your mind attempting to ignore how your heartbeat picks up at the thought of getting Natsuo to be interested in you.

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“Fuyumi,” Natsuo groaned as he stared into his mirror, his hands still as he shaves the stubble on his cheeks. “I’m not going on a blind date with your coworker of all people!”

“Come on Natsuo,” Fuyumi’s voice sounded extremely disappointed and sad at the rejection. “You’ve never met her before, and I think she would be amazing for you! She’s super sweet, pretty, understands doctor's busy schedules, AND she thinks having sashimi near the sea is romantic.”

“I feel like that’s what you say about every girl you want to set me up with,” Natuso sighs as he places his razor down. “In that exact order, too.”

“Well, it’s the same girl! I don’t want to give you all her fun little secrets until you actually meet her! Why won’t you just go on one little date, I’ll even give you the money needed to take her out!”

She seemed frustrated as her voice pitched. Natsuo felt a bit guilty as he could hear the disappointment in her voice. With a sigh, he brushed back his unstyled hair groaning as he confessed a secret to his sister.

“I would go out on a date with her, but the thing is…” Natsuo pauses, cringing at how childish this was. “I’m interested in someone else at this moment. It's not that I'm not grateful for you looking out for me, but I want to see where this is going with this one girl.”

“There's a girl?!” Fuyumi exclaimed, her voice changing from disappointment to one of elation.

“I'm only telling you this because I feel bad, but there is a volunteer who has been around in the hospital a lot and I am interested in her. And before you ask, no I haven't done anything about it yet.”

“Fine…” Fuyumi’s voice huffs, there’s mixed excitement and disappointment in her tone. “But if you are ever interested in going out with her will you please let me know?”

Natsuo sighed but nodded his head, “If I ever need a date I will make sure to come to you first and get this blind dates name from you.”

“That's all I wanted to hear, okay but I have a meeting with the principal, so I will talk to you later, okay? I love you and have a great night shift, see you soon!”

“Bye, Fuyumi. I love you too, have fun.”

Natuso stared at his phone that went dark as the call ended.

It was supposed to be his day off today, but he needed to go in for a few minutes to assess a case as a second and more informed opinion.

Finishing up his morning routine, Natsuo continued to the hospital which was conveniently a five-minute walk away.

The opinion didn’t take long, and in fact, by the time he got there, the decision had been agreed upon. Natsuo had also agreed with their decision on going forward with the surgery, and now he was on his way out.

He stood outside the hospital entrance, his back to the doors as he made a mental outline of just what he would be going.

However, Natsuo realized that he wasn’t doing anything tonight, so maybe he could go home again, order some take out and watch movies he’s been meaning to watch. Checking his watch he sighed, he just hoped that Fuyumi wouldn’t call him again tonight.

“Todoroki-sensei!” A voice called for him, and Natsuo turned around to see you walking out of the hospital. Your jacket held in your hands as you bowed respectfully. “They were just telling me that you didn’t work today and here I find you still lingering about!”

Natsuo's mind flipped as he returned the bow, watching as you walked on over, a kind smile on your face.

“Good evening, y/l/n-san,” Natsuo greeted as you stopped in front of him. “I didn’t work today; I was called in for a second opinion, that’s all.”

Natsuo watched as your headed nodded in understanding, “Well I’m glad it didn’t eat up your time! I couldn’t volunteer today but I dropped some flowers off for Aiko-chan.”

“Patient Moto,” Natsuo instinctively mutters with a nod. “She’s been out of the ICU for a few days, but she still worries me.”

“Her parents refuse to come to visit her, I’m worried about her too.”

Natsuo nodded as he stared at your face, it was twisted in dissatisfaction and need to do something. What should he do?

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” Natsuo found himself blurting out as your eyes widen. “I mean you don’t have to by any means! You’re just a great volunteer who is also a teacher and that’s not easy to juggle. I also—“

“I’d love to get dinner with you, Todoroki-sensei,” you laugh as you nudge him. Natsuo nods as his cheeks flush as he watches as you pull on your jacket.

“Please don’t call me Todoroki-sensei in public…”

“It’s a habit!”

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Natsuo focused on you as your eyes sparkled as they placed an appetizer between the two of you. It was only edamame, but your fingers stretched out happily after thanking the waiter. Natsuo found himself unable to look away from you, the small details surrounding your personality intriguing him, only making the way his heart beat faster.

“So, y/l/n what made you want to become a teacher?” Natsuo asks as you happily much onto the food.

“My parents were educators, and I don’t know,” you shrug as you place the empty hull down. “It just seemed right to do the same thing. Plus, my quirk is so not suited to being a hero! I can make grass grow! Talk about becoming the next All Might with that!”

Natsuo grins as he listens to you ramble about how you considered other options before settling with teaching. Of how you could never see yourself not being a teacher now.

“How about you? Were you always out to be a trauma surgeon?”

Natsuo shifted in his seat as he shook his head, “I wanted to be a psychologist at first, actually.”

“Oh? What made you change your mind?”

“I did some practical rounds during med school…” Natsuo shrugs as he shakes his head. “My mother dealt with abuse and I felt a sense of obligation to help with people who suffered at the hands of their abusers or from abuse… but as soon as I went to try it, I froze. I couldn’t do it. So I watched a few surgeries and it was the best way I could feel like I was helping her out without mentally helping them.”

“That’s… very noble of you,” Natsuo hears you whisper as you nod your head. “Is that what you want to do though? Feeling obligated to do something this grand for your family is important, but by no means should that be the reason you stay!”

“No, no, I love my job! Really, I do! It just sucks I couldn’t do what I originally wanted to do.”

“I’m sure your mother is proud of you regardless, Todoroki-san.”

Natsuo’s eyes shift on your hand that is placed gently on top of his, the warm smile on your face further intensifying the warm aura coming from you. His hand shifts under yours and turns to squeeze your hand softly.

“No wonder why you’re well-liked, you have a very pleasant aura about you.”

Your head drops with embarrassment and Natsuo laughs as the plates of sashimi were brought over for the two of you to eat. The meal was eaten with soft chatter, the two of you talking when it seemed fit, and it felt right.

What interrupted the night was a loud buzz from Natsuo’s phone.

Being a surgeon, Natsuo always had his phone alarm on for calls and texts in case he was needed. With an apologetic smile, Natsuo opened his phone, the main screen shining momentarily as he looked to see that it was merely a text from Fuyumi about setting up a date with her teacher friend.

“Sorry, that was just my sister,” Natsuo apologizes as he puts away his phone. His grey eyes return to your face, but his body stiffens at the look on your face.

“You’re…” you whisper as you point at where his phone would be at. “You’re the Todoroki Natsuo. As in the son of Endeavor?!”

Natsuo feels his skin crawl as he nods his head, it wasn’t that big of a secret, but he preferred the people he was pursuing to not be aware of his parentage.

“I know your sibling!”

Double fuck.

Natsuo pulled his arms closer to himself as he watched your mouth move to speak again. Everyone always said that about Shouto. Every girl always knew him, every girl begged Natsuo to let him meet his younger brother! This was in no shape or form was Shouto’s fault, but it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling when girls were interested in the other Todoroki son when they were on a date with him.

“I love Fuyumi! We work together! You’re the brother who refused to go on a blind date with me!”

As a surgeon, Natuso prided himself on his nimble fingers and his quick thinking, but right now he was stumped. Natsuo gawked at you as you pulled out your own phone, demonstrating the various photos you had with his older sister.

“You don’t… you don’t care about Shouto?”

“Just because he’s a Pro Hero doesn’t mean I want to date him! Besides he’s younger than me and I’m much more interested in another Todoroki right now anyways!” You lean forward, resting your chin on your palms as you grin. “Now tell me, Todoroki-san, what about me made you not want to try a blind date?”

Natsuo chuckles as he shakes his head, “Sorry, we Todoroki’s are a bit dense.”

“That’s okay, you did ask me out to dinner!”

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Hunting Dogs: Chapter Seven (proxies x reader)

Age was nothing but a number to them and most, if not, all the time it meant nothing. Like part of the human race, you can die at any moment but you take precautions and you try not to be a dumbass and take care of yourself and you'll be fine. Every year was celebrated with a birthday, announcing that you were still alive to your loved ones.

But when you're a proxy, there is nothing to celebrate. If there was, it was just to get by another day. They didn't live life by miles and those are limitless and no one knows when those miles will stop. For proxies, if you reached the age of 25, it was like a big deal in a way that not many men got to see or get to. Yes, in the mansion there are countless beings older than such, but there was less pressure as there was on these three men.

It was complete hell for Hoodie and Masky when they first started as Slender thought he would need to test every aspect of them in anyway he could, even if that meant putting them near death. But, they are over the age of 25. Although, don't be a complete idiot if you think that makes them safer. It doesn't. It just means they got past a milestone that a great percentage didn't have the opportunity to get to. Toby was the youngest out of them, 23, almost 24. But hell, no great being like a Slenderman could threaten to ruin his life when the damn boy does it to himself everyday. The only difference is that He could make it the ultimate ending and act like Toby never existed and he would expect the same from others.

So, in ways the three men relationship was complicated, much like a Zeppelin Bend, when they worked together they were stable, so tight-knit that they knew each other's next move, thoughts, feelings.etc., they could be stable when they wanted to and be the scariest goddamn creatures ever known to man. But, if something was in the way or their thoughts didn't link together, the connection between all three was nonexistent. Like it wasn't bad enough that after a good day and a mission completed, they would cut the cord so fucking quick and lash out, becoming blood thirsty monsters that just wanted each other dead.

And who could blame them? The stress of them job mixed in with their emotions, the need to survive, and whether or not a mission was high-impact or not they were expected and felt the need to have the right. And you wanna know what their treat was for not fucking up? Not a nice dinner, no hot baths with bubbles, no 'here take a day or two to rest' or any bullshit like that. It was, Congratulations! You get to live another day! Now go back to your dim lit rooms with just a desk, bed, nightstand and closet, that half the time it looks like they had nothing to themselves. Whatever they had, they could fit in a backpack, but what was the point of personalizing a room to your liking for your own self expression when there was a chance you could be gone and hell... they didn't even know who they were, self identity  was a crucial factor here.

Sure, they may remember bits and pieces of what they like or, rather, what they thought they liked, but it was all blurry and covered in smudges, like imagine going to see ophthalmologist and instead of having you look through lens to correct your vision, it's worse and it's covered in black shit, yeah, that was basically they're mind. Amnesia though was the worst for Masky, but not like it was new to him at all. he suffered through it during his childhood and teenage years up till now. Hoodie just stopped caring even though he does miss his life in college and he became so invested in his study of Psychology and maybe that's something that comes in handy with this job, studying emotions, body language, and movement from a person or anything to be honest,  the best course of action, why someone may be acting a certain way(most of this thought goes towards Toby) Masky lets himself be easy to read, even with the mask, nothing could hide an animal like him...unless sedated. Although, Hoodie does remember Alex and how he was no longer Brian..okay well, he was Brian, but...not the same.

It's life, going through life lessons and you're in the process of character development, it was like that but it happened so quick for him that he was like a switch, he doesn't remember the last time he felt 'normal'.

Now, Toby. It was like a slow boil, adding in ingredients, not following recipe and wondering what was gonna be created. So much had happened to him with bullies, his step dad and whoever else wanted to get on his nerves. He didn't have much but Lyra and that was pretty much all he remembers now. Bits and pieces of his past, only just enough to make sense of why he should be grateful for Slender and why Toby has taken this position among the proxies. But he didn't mind it so much, why the fuck would he want to remember his past- apart from Lyra. Yeah, sure it hurt and feels like there is a piece of him missing all the time, but, at least there was a reason for him being so unhinged.

"Wake up, Tobs." Hoodie says, kicking the edge of the mattress a little, trying to stir Toby awake with his best ability to not also make him upset. If there was one thing that he could agree with Masky on, it's that Toby becomes the biggest dick ever when forced to wake up- that or he's whiny. He got no response back from Toby and he sighs, kicking again, but again, no response. "Dammit...Masky, did you force the sleeping pills down his throat?' He growls, looking over his shoulder at Masky who was leaning against the wall by the door.

"And have the possibility of me having to carry him around like a limp dick that he is? No thanks. Maybe he just hasn't gotten enough sleep lately." he shrugs. Hoodie sighs, nodding as he looks down at Toby, who as he was an active sleeper, his legs were tangled up in the blankets, pillow tossed over his face, his body angled in a weird way and the bed sheets were pulled off.

"NO!" he suddenly shot up, the pillow flying and his eyes widened and like he was out of his mind, psychotic almost, but Hoodie knew better. He rushes over as the younger one breathes heavily, cold sweat breaking around his skin as he starts to shake.  Hoodie sits near his legs, making sure to get in his line of vision. He doesn't snap or touch him as that would trigger Toby and it's not a good thing to snap someone out of an episode like this. "Hey, hey.. It's okay, You're safe." Hoodie says softly, moving his gloves hands in different motions and directions, making Toby focus in and follow them. "Breathe, inhale...1..2..3...hold...1...2..3..4 exhale." he continues this for a few more minutes until he knows that Toby's breathing was back to normal and was blinking, looking around at his surroundings, bringing himself back to reality.

"T-thanks. " He mumbles, he hates having to get help over something he should know how to deal with already. He's had these fucking nightmares for years and yet, they always feel like the first time and remain fresh on his mind until he snaps out of it. Masky swallows thickly, watching the two with mild interest before noticing the change outside. "It's not raining anymore." he says, making the other two look at the nearest window and nod, agreeing. "Let's get back to the mansion. Grab the things we need and see if BEN can figure anything with the girl." He says, standing up slowly from the bed as his back still hurts from when he fell off the ledge. He recovered mostly, thanks to Slender but his spine did give him a hard time whenever he had to bend a certain way. He use to be the type of sleeper to be on his back, but after the injury he had to figure out another way to sleep.

The men got situated, tightening their shoes and securing their items. Medication check, gun and bullets check, making sure they didn't leave anything behind of theirs or something that they may have missed in the apartment before leaving.

It was still chilly and their clothes were damp, but it was better than nothing and they were sure they spotted a laundry mat a few blocks down. Masky collected some quarters around the house so, at least they could get their hoodies warm and dry. After that, they made their way to the mansion.

"I don't know ma, I already paid for the room so I might as well use it." your mom called you this morning, wanting to visit you or vice versa. She thought that you could use a little break from working so hard and being 'so alone' at your place. Which, you appreciate the thought and could definitely get away from all the bullshit that was happening, but you were scared to go back to your apartment and pack what you needed. Plus, you didn't know if the men were there and just waiting for you. The thought makes goosebumps spread over your arms and neck, rubbing it nervously as you were forming an ache from the cheap bed. "I know, honey, but here, I can pay you the money you spent and take you out. It's been a very long time since I've seen you and I miss you sooooo much." you couldn't help but smile at that. Who could say no to getting paid for the money they wasted, getting spoiled and whatever else would happen.

For fucks sake, it wouldn't hurt you and you wouldn't have to think about being hunted and feeling like you can't close your eyes for even a few hours of sleep. "Okay, well, you know I don't have a car-"

"I'll pick you up. Just give me the address again and I'll be there in a few hours, mama had lots of coffee." she giggles, making you shake your head as she was a bit hyper when she has more than three cups of coffee. "Alright, just be careful. I'll text you the address." you say, stuffing items back into your bag and grabbing your keys and wallet, letting your pockets swallow them. "Okay, bye, love you." she says and you say the same, hanging up.

You blow out a breath, making your bangs lift up a little as you muster enough courage, picking up the bag and leaving the hotel room.

Please let things go back to normal.

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Devils Look Like Angels (Ch. 9)

Title: Devils Look Like Angels (Chapter 9) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Psychotic!Castiel. An unhinged, criminal, supernatural artifact collector extraordinaire… and the reader caught his eye. It will not take her long to realize that beneath the charm and mystique is a crazed killer who will go to great lengths to woo her. Words: 1,399 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Stalking, angst, death/murder, violence

Chap 8 || Chap 10 || Masterpost  || Fanfic masterpost

Flicking through articles online, you searched for something that smelled of a case. The last couple of weeks, you guys had laid low and to be honest, all nervous to venture outside now that you were aware Castiel knew exactly where you lived.

Sighing, you closed another article, growing agitated that you had not found at least something yet. You decided to branch out, looking at the southeast coast.

“Nothing?” Dean questioned from across the table. He was doing his own search on his laptop, lazily twirling a beer bottle on its end on the table.

“Not yet,” you admitted. “At least not anything close by. I’m looking at Louisiana.”

“Haven’t been out that way in a while.”

“And it has sandy beaches,” you quipped, throwing him a smirk that he returned.

Article after article. You were growing tired of staring at the screen. You would rather be staring at the bottom of another beer bottle.

Something caught your eye.

You groaned.

“What?” Dean asked.

Turning your laptop around to show him, you said, “I’ve had enough of werewolves this year. Haven’t you?”

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Sam shouted in pain as he was slammed up against the rock wall behind him. The werewolf was in his face, getting too close, chomping at his arm as he tried to grab his knife since his gun knocked out of his hands. Dean grabbed it by the shoulder, tearing it away with enough force to give Sam the room to drive his machete into the wolf’s neck.

It howled in pain when Sam tore the knife back out and kicked t to the ground. Dean cocked his gun and aimed directly for the head.

You were at Sam’s side quickly, “Did it bite you?”

Shook, it took him a few seconds to register what you asked. He shook his head, “No. No. I’m good.”

He held out both his arms as proof.

You and Dean instantly relaxed.

Clapping him on the shoulder, Dean said, “Well. We got the son of a bitch. Let’s go to the beach.”

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Running a towel again over your wet hair, you left the motel bathroom. You were the last to shower, considering Sam had been beaten up the most and Dean had taken some hard hits too. They must have gone to the beach to have some beers already because the room was empty.

Tossing the towel on your bed, you slipped your shoes on. You were wearing boxers and a sweatshirt, and you hoped the sweater was enough to keep out the ocean breeze.

Grabbing the room key, you left, locking the door behind you.

As you walked down the porch to go downstairs, a group of younger men – obviously drunk – were coming up them.

One low whistled eyeing your legs and you locked eyes with him, your annoyance evident.

“Where are you going? The party is back that way,” he said, blocking your way. He held up a handle of hard liquor, waving it in your face.

He was tall, almost as tall as Sam, you guessed. His brown hair was tousled, his arms covered in tattoos. If he was not acting like an absolute douche, you might actually flirt back.

Considering that was not the case, you tried to sidestep by him without a word.

He advanced, blocking your way again with a hand on your arm.

You noted his wolf tattoo and almost scoffed at the coincidence.

“Yeah, can you move? I’m meeting my friends.”

“Well,” he said with a wide smile. “How about you invite them too, gorgeous?”

Smirking, you said, “Unless you’re into mid-thirties men, I don’t think you’ll be getting what you’re asking for.”

The guy leaned back, examining you with a drunken look. “You a prostitute?”

This time, you actually did scoff. “No. Now move, you overgrown jackass.”

You shoved past him, his friends laughing at the exchange. You wanted to pistol whip the group of them.

“Whatever, bitch. You’re not even that hot anyway,” the guy called after you.

You merely answered with a finger over your shoulder, which caused another round of howling laughter from the group.

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Another package waited by your car. You had only been home for a few hours at most.

Gingerly, you removed the lid from the box and stared inside. It only took a few moments for you to register what you were looking at.

A shrill scream erupted, and you tossed the box away from you. Your gaze was locked on the upturned box, your mouth hanging open in horror.

Over the blood rushing in your ears, you heard Sam and Dean rushing out of the bunker door from behind you.

“What? What happened?” Sam shouted, his hands on your shoulders trying to get you to focus on him.

Your breath shuddered as you raised a shaky hand to point past him at the box in the gravel. Tears pricked at your eyes.

His eyes followed your direction and he swiftly turned to swoop the box up. You let out a low moan seeing the piece of skin had fallen out, sitting in the setting sun.

“What the hell…” Dean asked no one in particular, staring in revulsion.

Sam backed a few steps away, not taking his eyes off of it.

Your voice shook as you said, “It’s that guy.”

“What guy?” Sam demanded.

“That douchebag from the hotel! The one I told you about that was messing with me when I was trying to come down to the beach. I recognize that tattoo. Oh my god.”

Castiel had been in Louisiana. He had been watching you still, quietly hiding in the shadows. You had been basking in the false sense of security. Once again.

It was too much.

You leaned against Sam for support, not trusting your knees to not buckle beneath you.

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Ringing roused you from your sleep. Drowsily, you answered, “Hello?”

“You were sleeping, kitten.”

Your eyes snapped open wide hearing his voice. You had not even checked the number before answering in your sleepy state.

“Y/N?” he questioned when you did not respond.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbow, “What?”

“I woke you.” It was not a question.

“Yes.”

“I am sorry. I despise being woken up.”

“Why are you calling me?”

You caught the slight scoff before he asked, “Did you get my gift?”

“I wouldn’t call that a gift, Castiel.”

You heard him exhale curtly this time.

“A token. A sign to show you I will not allow you to be disrespected.”

Rubbing your eyes, distressed, you felt a bubble of anger rising. He had invaded your space, the one space that was supposed to be yours. To be secret. And then he had done that heinous thing.

“How? How long were you there? How did you manage to be there? In Louisiana?”

You wanted answers to this madness, and you wanted them now.

“Now, if I showed all the cards up my sleeve, how would I keep the element of surprise in our relationship, kitten?”

“We… we don’t have a relationship, Castiel!” you blurted. Your voice trembled as you fought tears, “You cut some guy’s arm off and left the skin of it on my doorstep! That’s not a relationship, that’s sick! Do you realize that? Or are you that daft?”

Clarity rang that you had in your tired stated let your emotions get the better of you. You were poking the bear – the exact thing you had pleaded with Sam and Dean to not do. Stupid. Impulsive.

Breathing shakily, you wiped at your eyes waiting for his reaction.

“Well. Our first spat,” Castiel laughed, void of humor. “I did not think it would resort to personal jabs but in a whirlwind of emotion…”

You were silent, more flabbergasted than anything at his blatant disregard of your words accusing him of his insane behavior.

“Right. No more body parts as gifts. I will keep that in mind, kitten. Thank you for being honest, most would be too afraid to with me.”

Anger boiled back up to the top, your clarity for civility moments ago was discarded. “I am going back to sleep, Castiel.”

You did not even say goodbye before hanging up your phone. And turning it off completely for good measure.

You stared at the ceiling for hours, unable to fall back asleep.

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