#did not get another knife however i did get another skull

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!!!! Got totally normal things for Christmas sooo normal I am so normal trust me

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Mornings with Art? I think it’s a cute scene to imagine Art eating while reader comes in (all sleepy and groggy and out of it cause they just woke up), wordlessly kisses him on the cheek, and makes her breakfast

Writing this before bed. So if there’s errors, I’ll get ‘em tomorrow. For now here’s some domestic shit. I did add dialogue though, I hope that’s okay! I was trying to think of how to go about it without words but then I just went wherever my head led me.

F!Reader x Art

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Ever since he’d come home one particularly bad night due to a victim that just so happened to be carrying a firearm, he’d been taking it easy on himself. A few bullet wounds here and there, which you helped him patch up with the standard bandages and gauze, but for the most part he took his injuries in stride, opting to lay low and keep indoors for however long he decided. Dying was hard when you were a supernatural force, which you knew he very well was. You let him borrow the spare room to work on whatever gadgets and gizmos he wanted to create for his next escapade–for whatever that might actually entail.

As long as you’re not at the end of his knife, gun, mace–whatever weapon he decides to use, you’re fine with it. Though you know one day you might end up with one of those weapons lodged in your back or in your skull, you pray that it never happens. The first mistake would be to get comfortable around this man and let your guard down, which you never did.

However, it’s moments like this, when he’s sitting at the kitchen table when you head downstairs for breakfast that really make you want to do otherwise. Especially right now.

Art was sitting right at the kitchen table, eating frozen pizza from last nights dinner, and he’s doing it rather politely, you note. One slice on a paper plate, napkin nearby, and another slice being daintily held with both hands as he quietly and gently chews each bite he takes.

You have to remind yourself he killed someone last month and ate a rat last week. But it doesn’t stop you from tiredly smiling as you watch him through your unkempt hair that obscures part of your vision.

He merely regards you with a look, still munching away.

Fatigue whispers in your ear and urges you back to your warm and comfy bed. But whether you’re burdened by school, work, or both, there’s no rest to be had.

“Hey,” You yawn tiredly, walking your way to the coffee machine. It was either that or tea this morning. Art was a tea kind of guy, so you put on the electric kettle for him.

He resumes eating, almost finishing his first slice. He’s now got one leg crossed over the other as he assesses you in your oversized t-shirt, munching away on the crust. He has an aura of sassiness to him this morning with that body language.

“Yeah, yeah, I look rough, I know. Not all of us are divas when we wake up,” You lean against the counter, folding your arms across your chest. “And pizza? For breakfast? Come on.”

Art just responds in kind with fluffing up his imaginary hair and then flipping it over his shoulder. Bad hair day? Couldn’t be him!

“You got any plans for today, or are you just gonna go back to crafting shit in my spare room?”

Art shrugs his shoulders as he reaches for the second pizza slice, this time ripping off parts of the cold sauced and cheesed up flatbread to pop in his mouth in a very prim manner. He’s been very into letting his whims lead his decisions as of late.

“Gotcha.” You remark, not sure where to continue the conversation immediately, but you don’t need to worry about that as your coffee has finished brewing and the electric kettle has heat up the water. You sweeten your coffee to taste, as well as Art’s tea in a timely manner. He liked his drinks sweet. Anything bitter was an immediate no. With the remaining hot water in the kettle, you use it to make yourself instant oatmeal.

You plant a kiss to his cheek which he allows as you put his drink down near him. You take your seat on the other side of the table where your oatmeal waits, coffee mug in hand, watching him eat. Silence passes between the two of you until you finally voice what you’ve been thinking for the past few minutes.

“Can you rip me off a piece?”

[noroi1000]

Evil Queen

paring: Good King Gojo x Evil Queen reader

For @blvckryx

Words: 8,9k

Warnings: deaths, NSFW (Sub Gojo, dom reader, tied to a chair, begging, creampie, tied cock, oversensitive)

Summary: All your fiancés died because you didn't want them as husband. You didn't want that much. After your father died, you were forced into marriage. At your wedding, your hands were handcuffed. You wanted to kill your husband - Gojo Satoru. But you couldn't do it, he's not dying. He let you try it. He's not the same as the others... You don't want to kill him...

"(y/n), you can't keep killing your husbands…"

You looked at your father as you looked at the silver bracelet you got from your prospective husband.

"He was not my husband. And I didn't kill him." You said calmly, watching the white diamonds on the silver.

"Zenin is not someone to play with. Honey, understand that you must have a husband." He said as he sat in his chair across the table in front of you.

"How many times do I have to tell you I didn't do it? He killed himself…" you snapped as you threw the expensive jewelry on the table.

Your father was a little afraid of you. And you were perfectly aware of it.

He didn't have much time left in this world, so he tried to leave his kingdom in good hands. Of course he trusted you.

You were relentless. You were so smart. However, you had no mercy even for the smallest thieves.

The good citizens of your kingdom lived peacefully, avoiding poverty.

You didn't want them to want you dead.

You punished all criminals.

Execution, imprisonment, or simply confiscation of property. Or sometimes irreversible disability.

That's what your father used to do.

Thieves had their hands cut off so that they could no longer steal. Prison escapees or those who were fleeing from justice had their legs cut off.

Adulterers were castrated.

You didn't mind. You gave orders to your hired people and they did it.

You didn't mind seeing death.

Not after you saw your future husband, the son of a scholar who was believed to be a sorcerer, kill your friend who has served you since you were little.

As you entered his chamber, you saw a passage to another room below. And when you went in there, you saw Kenjaku cutting the top of the skull off from the rest, and he started looking for something in your friend's brain.

Were you ever going to marry a murderer like him?

You've seen your father convict someone many times.

Your mother accidentally killed your little brother. However, you know what the truth was. She just miscarried. Your father decided that she didn't want to give him any more children, and that she defied him. She was his wife from an arranged marriage. He had her killed as punishment.

You loved your mother more than your father.

And you were afraid you'd die like her because something your father didn't like.

You tried to obey everything he told you to do. You were the perfect princess. That's why you were supposed to be the future queen.

But you wanted your Father not to have the power over you that he has now.

This is why…

That's why you did everything to be cruel.

You had no mercy for anyone who was like him.

Until it finally became your nature.

You weren't nice. But you tried to be good to your subjects.

In other realms they thought of you as a monster. Even if you weren't that cruel.

You were like that to people you didn't like.

You didn't like your husband candidates, so you did everything you could to annul your wedding.

They were either dying or trying to get rid of you.

Kenjaku died because when you were teenagers he started saying something to you that scared you.

He was a little older than you, and he said he'd like to create the perfect baby with you to help him carry out his plan.

You never wanted to marry him.

He died because he fell under the table and the heaviest knife he ever used to split skulls fell on his forehead.

It was as if you murdered him.

Soon after, your second husband appeared…

Naoya Zenin who died during a fight you practically arranged.

Let's just say, a lot of people didn't like him, so finding a candidate wasn't difficult.

But you still had clean hands.

Your third candidate for a husband is a man almost twice your age who has a teenage son.

Well, your Father seeks power and wealth.

He has almost only power.

This man killed the previous ruler and seized the throne.

Fushiguro Toji ruled over a large army. But he wasn't that rich.

You hated him for being such a terrible womanizer. He had a son, two wives if not more.

You were supposed to be his next wife. Even at a meeting with him, there was a woman next to him!

A direct guy who was too brave.

You want someone direct, but not someone like him who shows he can have anyone and does it right away.

As soon as he started approaching you like it wasn't the first time you'd met, you wanted to do something to him.

You did not want to deprive the child of his father, but you even learned that his son does not live in his kingdom!

When he was too insistent, two months ago you gave him a wound running through his mouth. And now there was a scar in that place.

And it's not like he gave up.

You still had to be his wife…

And he was killed fighting a prince of another kingdom.

You were on your way home at the time. Fight and death have passed you by.

You brazenly led Toji out of the house so he couldn't hide. Even though he was strong, there was no way he could win with that power.

Or so you thought.

And you weren't wrong. You received news some time later that your fiancé, Fushiguro Toji, was killed during the fight between his kingdom and the kingdom ruled by Prince Gojo.

Gojo…

Did you know that name…

Didn't this happen to be on your father's lists once?

Soon after, the same man became a king instead of a prince.

His image was in your father's eyes because he didn't want to get in trouble with the strongest kingdom.

He was a good king. Smiling and cheerful. But also deadly.

You weren't that selfish, but without your father, you would have ruled better.

Could there have been no deaths?

Be that as it may, you are involved in all of them.

Your father's chief servants wanted to drag you by force to the next husband candidate, but they mysteriously disappeared.

And only you knew what happened to them.

You knocked them unconscious with an efficient blow to the head with a rock, and left them in the woods. Where it was most dangerous.

And they never came back.

You have blood on your hands.

Your father thinks you'll be the evil queen.

But you don't want to rule by fear.

You hated being ordered around.

Because you wanted to choose your own path.

You have often thought about killing your father.

To dispel his fear of you.

He was the most feared of all these people.

You planned his death.

You didn't want to get married. Not for someone he chose for you!

You were forcibly dragged to the next candidate by the guards.

Ryomen Sukuna… King - monster. Self-proclaimed king of "curses", because when he cursed a people, they died at his hands.

A man who rules over people with fear…

Was this thing supposed to be just for you?

One thing was for sure, you didn't want to be his wife.

A man who drinks blood mixed with wine because he likes it?

No thanks.

But you agreed to your father's game.

You could have shown him that you wouldn't be as nice as you've always been.

You'll be soulless.

You can kill a monster like him.

Someone who with his bare hands, for fun, rips off women their children, babies, and rips off their heads?

Sick bastard…

Even you winced at the sight.

You could have been a mother once.

But there's no way you're having a baby with that thing…

Out of the candidates you had, Kenjaku would be the quickest to pick… He at least tried to be nice somehow…

But it wasn't ideal anyway…

You could kill as you wanted.

You can even be the evil queen. But you won't be blind to what's going on around you.

You were supposed to stay with Sukuna for a month and then get married…

You were always on guard.

You were like a pet to him.

And when he saw you stabbed one of his servants when they were about to put a collar on you like a dog, he smiled instead of being angry.

"You should get used to it sometime. I have so many. So go ahead and have fun." He said and waved his hand. "My woman has to get used to what she will see in wars and everywhere."

You wanted to go up to him and slit his throat.

You were like a puppy to him.

For him to stroke. You were supposed to be just like them to others.

You don't want innocent people to think you're such a monster.

You've killed some people, but never someone who didn't do anything to you.

You spent a lot of your days throwing knives at the wall. You've learned to always hit with the tip.

When you were told to prepare meals for your "husband" (even if he wasn't that and never would have been…), you put old blood of sick animals into his "wine".

Hoping that pig would eventually die.

You threw a knife at him once, and he pulled it out and threw it at you like it was a ball.

You're okay, but you've had enough.

You won't be with a sick bastard like him!

People will hate you when you become his wife against your will.

He had many enemies.

And you were one of them.

You were angry enough to play with him now.

Pretending to seduce him, you locked him in your bedroom.

A fool sees no trick.

Or is he just a sadist who loves to splash in blood?

You don't like it.

But since you have no choice, you will murder anyone who orders you to do anything.

You will kill every candidate for your husband until the choice is finally over.

You will be king on your own.

Even if your past was covered in blood.

You killed your penultimate candidate in bed.

You never wanted him to touch you.

That's why before he thought you two could have sex, you stabbed him in the throat.

To wait for his red eyes to close.

To his subjects, you came out of there a hero who made their lives easier.

No more monthly human sacrifices.

There will be no annual virgin sacrifice.

Nothing will threaten them anymore.

The bloody city has been abandoned. And people came to your kingdom.

More people meant more money for your father. More workers.

However, when you told him that you were the cause of your fiancé's death, he froze.

You showed him your dress which was bright with huge blood stains.

Blood that belongs to the king - Ryomen Sukuna's.

You never regretted killing someone who was mean.

His people were terrified, but they regarded you as their savior.

You gave them freedom.

you helped them.

But your father didn't like it.

No wonder one time, during your frequent look at what you managed to do as a princess, you were pushed off the balcony by your father.

As someone who cannot rule without killing.

Your reflexes were quick.

You instinctively grabbed whatever you could.

At the bottom of the square stood people who watched what was happening there with screams.

The guards started running up the stairs nearby to help you.

You grabbed your father's collar making him lose his balance.

As you grabbed the balcony wall, you pulled him forward.

And you saw your Father slowly approaching down the square. Until he finally fell.

A pool of blood you've seen more than once.

Were you a regicide?

No…

Rather, it was your Father who tried to kill you.

Your closest servant and friend - Utahime, helped you return to safe land with fear.

The guards dragged your body up as fast as they could, then took you to the medic.

You were not found guilty of killing the king.

Because he wanted to kill you.

And the people, when asked if they wished to convict you, refused.

You were the evil queen.

But you weren't the one for them…

You were the new queen.

However, according to your father's death decree, you must have a husband to rule.

Old boor…

He did it specifically for you to have a problem…

You received your father's letters with someone from the Gojo kingdom…

Even their letters were rich…

What if you get married and then become a widow?

You don't want someone to rule over you…

You want to live the way you want, and provide what is good to everyone who believes in you.

You don't want to marry someone like he probably is…

But you have no choice…

You will become his wife, and you will kill him.

Or maybe you'll at least have a baby so you won't be lonely…

So that no one will accuse you of not having a descendant and successor…

You haven't met your future husband.

The advisers and nobles who were your father's faithful servants prepared you for the wedding.

Your dress was beautiful, as befits a royal wedding.

Your only wish was that it be fast.

They all knew that you killed the kings of other kingdoms.

You didn't look at the face of the tall man who was standing in front of you as the ceremony began.

Your hands were handcuffed in front of your body with white gold handcuffs. They didn't look bad and they also held you back.

You've been searched first.

It was hard for you to take your marriage vows with your hands cuffed.

But your prayers for a quick end have been heard by the gods.

Now just a kiss and it'll be over…

The fabric on your face was pulled back, and you looked up a little higher, still not meeting your now husband.

Now just a sealing kiss.

Feel the disgusting lips of someone you don't even want to know…

You stared at one point, over his shoulder as his finger lifted your chin slightly higher as he bent down lower.

He was really tall.

Your lips were slightly parted, and shiny under the influence of natural, glossy lipstick.

"I know you don't want this…"

You heard him say softly.

You widened your eyes and he placed his lips barely on the corner of yours.

Did he just…

Didn't he just make you do something?

Your kingdoms are now connected.

You have become queen and your husband is Gojo Satoru…

You should be happy like the people.

People were happy when they heard the news that your kingdom will be merged with Gojo's kingdom.

It is said that justice, security and prosperity reign at a very high level in that kingdom.

All thanks to the new king. "Son of the Gods".

According to the priests, he was a prophecy of greatness. And eyes like blue crystals, created by miracles in distant lands, showed wealth.

Apparently, no one was disappointed, because all this happened.

They were more powerful than your kingdom. So much…

Much richer.

Even though your country was also prosperous. There were no neighborhoods where people died every day.

But it was even better there.

You used to live in the capital.

The capital was a royal city in the territory of his kingdom.

His close friends will take care of the new lands because he doesn't have much time to go there.

While your people were delighted, the people of his country were not.

How does a wonder child, a wonder king marry an evil Queen?

A queen who killed the kings of other countries who were her betrothed…

You were their queen now.

You want to fulfill your plan.

You will kill him.

But…

"You want to kill me, don't you?" he asked as he lay on his stomach on your bed, lazily eating some dessert.

Your hands trembled.

He knew you could kill him anytime.

However, he didn't seem to care at all…

How?

"Go ahead. You can try. However, I have promised some people that I will not die so soon." He said calmly.

Is he serious?

You can't listen to him!

You must do it!

You will not listen to someone who will probably hurt you!

Suddenly he looked at you from behind his black glasses.

"Let's play your game. Try to kill me. I will not attack you. You attack me and I won't do anything about it. When you kill me, you win."

"Are you serious-"

He interrupted you.

"I'm serious. I want to prove something to someone. What my wife is like."

Before you could somehow embarrass yourself by his words, you decided to give him back.

It sounded weird when he referred to you as "wife".

He was handsome.

And you even liked him.

But…

But you don't want him to hurt you.

You are the Evil Queen. And everyone hates you…

He also…

He can't prove otherwise.

He married you because he had to.

You were the cruelest queen ever.

And you couldn't change it…

you were like that.

What was he trying to prove?

You walked over to him and smiled slightly.

"It's a shame a man with eyes like that has to cover them with those stupid glasses." You chuckled softly.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He said with a smile.

You sat next to him.

You've been married for a month…

He looked at you scanningly.

You had no desire to kill.

You placed your hand on his back, then ran your finger over his palpable muscles under his white shirt.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I spend time with my husband…?" You asked, wanting to ignore it.

"It's weird… You want to seduce me?" He smiled at you.

"Do you want it?" You gave him a mischievous smile.

"If I remember correctly what I heard, you killed Sukuna during sex. What if it happens to me?? This is not a clean game. That's not how I agreed. Only traps and fair attack." He turned to you, laying on his back.

"That's not true… I killed him before he could touch me."

"I thought evil queens used someone before they killed them. So maybe you're not the Evil Queen?"

"Shut up." You muttered, sitting on his stomach. "Just fair game. I don't have any weapons on me…"

"That's good. Because I'd love to be closer to my wife as long as I'm alive."

You leaned in to kiss him.

And for the first time you felt that his lips were soft. Not horrible and disgusting.

You didn't know what to do anymore.

Kill him?

Live with him?

You didn't want a husband. But the longer you're with him, the more you think you're okay with him.

He treats you so well…

He took your people and you too. The killer. Evil Queen…

And now he's telling you that you can try to kill him?

What's wrong with him?

For some moments you didn't want to kill him.

But you decided you'd do it before you changed your mind.

In order not to be hurt by him…

Was your relationship just sex?

You noticed that despite being so powerful, he could be a good boy and let you take control.

But never mind the sex…

You've already tried to kill him twice.

You gave him two poisonous plant decoctions to drink.

For the first time, it turned out that he does not drink wine.

The second time he sniffed his juice, and smelled it…

He just smiled at you and spilled it on the floor saying, "Failed try."

You were even able to pour something in his bath which, when poured over an object, burned the surface.

You're not sure what it is, but you hoped you wouldn't see him die.

The longer you're with him, the more you feel sorry for him…

When he dies, then you can cry.

The more you stick to it…

He got into another tub then…

And he directly told you later that he smelled sulfur in the bathhouse when he went in there.

Sulfuric acid in the water… Would that have any effect on him at all?

It failed with the poison, trying to kill him in the water.

The next time you tried to drown him when you offered to wash his back.

He knew something would happen.

You tried to push his head under the water, but you failed. You didn't even move it.

He just laughed.

Is this man really not afraid of death?

After all, you are the Evil Queen!

You really didn't want to see him die…

Did you notice that…

You don't want him to die in front of your eyes. Because you will feel sorry for him…

You tied the ax to the rope you had attached to the door.

The ax was heavy, but you managed to make the trap work.

When he opens the door, the ax will fall on him.

He entered the room, and then heavy weapons began to fly at him on a rope.

He jumped up, grabbing onto the rope, then landed on the metal embedded in the wall.

"Nice move, baby." He laughed.

"What the fuck…?!" his friend shouted.

"It's just our little game. Mine with my wife!"

Have you had enough of this…

You tried to push him down the stairs, but it came out like you were hugging him…

You're running out of ideas…

You felt worse and worse trying to kill him…

He kept smiling at you and letting you do it.

You have not been convicted of trying to kill the king not once…

There were no consequences for you.

You were lying in bed under the covers when he entered the room with a smile.

"Are you okay? You didn't leave today." He said as he closed the door.

You threw a knife at him.

He only tilted his head slightly as the knife pierced the door next to his head.

The incredible reflexes he had amazed you.

But he wasn't afraid of death at all…

"Leave me… Or else… What do you want, Satoru?" You asked turning away from him.

You felt worse and worse at the thought of killing him.

Was he the same as those?

He cared for you after all…

Is it worth killing him?

That's why you were in bed, sad.

"You know… I thought about our bath last night, and I got a little horny…" he murmured.

You looked at the bulge in his pants.

Admittedly, you've thought about it too, and you're sure you can take that big cock right away. After all, you must have gotten a little wet…

You pulled back the covers to signal him.

He walked over quickly, already pulling the length out of his pants.

You pulled up your nightgown and took off your panties, quickly wrapping your legs around his hips and letting him slide right into you.

You've had enough of this… You've failed…

The longer you look at that smile, your heart tells you that you love that look on his face…

Have you had enough of this…

The last time you try…

You will have blood on your hands…

His blood…

When he came into your bedroom in the evening, you kicked him in the back of his knees, causing him to lose his balance.

He knelt on the floor and looked at you.

Little tears flowed from your eyes.

You were supposed to kill those who hurt you…

And he…

And he never hurt you once…

But you'll kill him anyway…

And you'll probably regret it for the rest of your life.

You expected him to be furious.

But he looked at you with the same eyes as always.

And he smiled very slightly.

You held the knife tighter in your hand.

You were shaking a bit.

You've killed so many times.

He can't be your weakness…

He was supposed to be just like everyone else…

He was supposed to do what you don't want!

…But he didn't…

You walked over to him and tapped his shoulder with your foot.

He fell to the floor, lying on his back.

But he didn't even protest.

You put your foot on his chest and then sat on top of him, pointing the blade of the knife at his throat.

You breathed for the tears to disappear.

But looking at that scene below you, you couldn't stop crying.

The last light of the sun was reflecting off the knife today. It lightly illuminated the room.

You saw his gentle eyes and kind smile.

He didn't even move. Even if he could break free now and throw you off him, call the guards to take you to the dungeon.

But he doesn't…

"Why do you always have to smile like an idiot?!" you shouted. "Do you really want to die?!"

"You're beautiful even now." He said.

"Shut up! Why?!"

"From the beginning, I wanted to prove to you that you are not a cruel person. You don't want to get hurt. I wanted to show you that you can get love too."

You shivered as your heart pounded.

But with tears you brought the knife closer to his throat.

"Shut up! For everyone I'm just a queen that kills! I-"

"You're not an evil queen. You're the perfect queen who wants to take care of those she cares about. I know you may think differently of me than I do. If you think I'm like them, kill me. But I never meant to hurt you. What you do depends on you. I will accept what you give me. That's what you do out of love, right?"

"Y-You–!"

Your hands were shaking.

He still didn't move. He wasn't nervous at all.

"You won our game. Now I won't run away. I can't avoid it. I give you my life. I give it to my wife. Who is not an evil queen."

You squeezed your eyes shut.

Just one hand movement, and it's done.

You moved the blade.

You threw the knife on the floor, jumping off it.

You were kneeling on the floor, covering your face with your hands.

Two meters from him.

You can not do it…

You can't…

You felt something on your shoulder.

You looked over there.

"It's okay… Don't cry…" he said calmly and wrapped his arms around you very gently as he knelt behind you.

"I just wanted to kill you… so why are you now–"

"I love you. Isn't that reason enough? You are my wife. I swore allegiance to you. So I wanted to be true to what I said. I wanted to prove something to someone. What my wife is like. I wanted to prove to you that you have a good heart. If it wasn't, I would have been dead six months ago."

You moved.

He thought you would run away from him.

But you turned away, pressing your head against his chest.

He didn't do anything to you…

You couldn't kill him…

Because he was one of the few people who treated you differently.

Better.

Your husband was a good king…

You were supposed to be the evil queen…

You are not.

To him, you are the most wonderful woman.

He may have been against being with you at first, but he saw you walking around in dark dresses, making no secret of the fact that you were the cause of the deaths of so many important people.

You were nice. You cared about people.

And you didn't care what a cruel, bloody portrait you had in people's eyes.

Those who have listened to you believe that you are a good queen.

Those who don't know you think you're just a heartless murderer who out of selfishness and greed craves power.

However, you did not kill their wonderful king, who is not much different from this portrait.

His smile is on his face, but he has even more terrible scenes than you had.

Killing, torturing. Leaving to fate. Psychological and physical torture.

Cruel deaths.

He, the good king, hid this side from people.

But everyone knew the power in his hands.

You didn't hide the truth about yourself.

And the world shows you that sometimes a sweet lie is better than a bitter truth.

But what was supposed to connect you was never going to lie anymore.

It will be the sweet truth.

He promised you that people would recognize you.

And despite the fact that you have no heart and no mercy for criminals, you are actually a nice person.

As long as no one bothers you.

He got a chance from you. And you let him get as close as you've never been to anyone before.

You failed to kill him, and you no longer wanted to.

Not after everything he's done for you.

He himself could kill you and get rid of you.

But he didn't. He's not afraid that you might kill him in his sleep.

Because he trusts you.

Especially after you let him get so close to your body and heart that he'll never be able to leave again.

The first person you chose to be your husband, and you liked him, was him. Satoru.

Someone who thinks about you and not just about himself.

Even if he didn't want an arranged marriage, he somehow accepted you.

He liked the fact that you had emotions and your own opinion.

That you don't just live by what people think of you.

He only allowed you to try to kill him to prove to you that you are not what people tell you.

You're not cruel.

Even though you have no mercy, you are a loved one for those who are close to you.

Even though there aren't many people in your life who are so nice to you who love you, he was one of those people.

He deserved a place in your heart…

The only man you could love because he didn't see you as just killing anyone who was mean.

He was like that because he killed someone himself. That's the role of the king. Sentence to death, kill in combat.

He wasn't sure if he happened to be more murderous than you.

But your roles were made anyway.

Evil Queen and Good King.

Even if you're on a similar level at murder.

You will be Good, Beautiful Queen by his side.

And people can't say you'll be the same as you were.

Because you are his wife.

And what you decide, you do.

Because you are beautiful, strong and independent.

His great queen.

"It's okay if you still want to kill me." He said, stroking your head reassuringly. "I don't forbid you from trying your best. It was even fun…" he laughed.

You clenched your hands on his sides.

"You can still try to kill me–."

"I don't want to kill you…" you interrupted him, and suddenly you looked at him with a smile. "But don't think I'm going to be a gentle wife."

"And that's something I love." He smiled and placed his lips on your cheek.

"… I thought you didn't want to kill me anymore…" he moaned, feeling the ropes tighten on his body. "So what is it supposed to be?"

You wrapped a red rope around his chest.

He laughed as sweat slowly ran down his face.

He was trying so hard to be calm, but any human can start to panic the moment he can't move.

It was the same with him now.

If you wanted to kill him, you will surely succeed now.

You called him to your chamber. He came.

But then he realized it was quite dark there.

The windows are covered with thick curtains, and the lighting is provided by candles evenly distributed around the room.

There was a chair in the middle.

He called your name several times.

And he expected something perverted from you.

After all, when was it such a climate in the room? Warm light, alluring atmosphere. so good. So perfect for you.

As he walked over to the heavy chair, he wondered where you got it from.

It was definitely from here. Or did you have a carpenter do it?

It was tall and heavy.

Dimples on the legs, at the height of the ankles, and a specific shape of the back. Like it was perfectly made for his body.

It sure was comfortable.

And he could say it right away.

Besides, this height also showed that it was perfect for Him.

The red fabric covering in the middle and back contrasted with the dark wood.

Is this a gift for him from you?

If so, he'll be glad to lean you against the back of that chair and fuck you into oblivion.

But he knew it wasn't that kind of gift.

You are planning something.

As he ran his fingers along the smooth wood of the backrest, he felt someone pushing him.

When he turned around, he saw it was you. You stepped out from behind a large curtain, pushing him into a chair.

"(y/n)–."

"Don't move." You said grabbing his wrists tightly and pulling them back.

If he had tried to break free from your grip, he would have succeeded.

Because he is strong. But curiosity overcame him. He wanted to see what you would do to him.

But when he felt you wrap the string around his wrists, it was different.

He was curious what you would do to him. And there was also a dangerous excitement.

You've wrapped his big wrists many times as you've been training to keep him from breaking free.

His hands were tightly bound and the constriction in the lower part of the chair prevented him from getting up from the chair because his hands were behind his back and the chair was wider at the top of his back.

Even if he tried, his bound hands wouldn't let him get up.

It took some time to plan what this chair should look like…

And the king's carpenter agreed to do it.

As he leaned forward, you grabbed his head, catching his hair lightly, and pulled his head back, tugging on the white strands.

"No, my king. You can't move yet." You whispered in his ear.

As he listened to you with his pupils dilated to catch the light, you saw his ears blush…

You reached around him, passing the red rope from one hand to the other.

You wrapped his chest around it, leaving space where his tits were.

Something like this could be useful.

Later, you also bound his arms, making the bound hands immobile, and tied to the back of the chair.

You tied it with a strong knot, but you didn't tighten it on him so tight that it left marks. You don't want it to take away his blood supply.

"… I thought you didn't want to kill me anymore…" he moaned, feeling the ropes tighten on his body. "So what is it supposed to be?"

"I will not kill you, my king ~. You just said you wanted to play. Besides, I told you I wouldn't be a gentle queen." You laughed and knelt with him, spreading his legs, then tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Rope fit perfectly into the cut narrowings.

So that's why it's there…

After you finished, he started to move a little. Struggling. But he couldn't move his body.

It wasn't like he was fighting to get out.

It's as if he's only looking at how powerful the ropes are.

And the sight of you in front of him in a dark red dress with lace was wonderful.

You were so different from other princesses and queens.

They all wore bright, clean dresses.

And you often wore darker colors.

Maybe it's also because the light ones get dirty very quickly?

Especially if the dress is long and touches the floor.

He almost completely calmed down.

Only his heart pounded in his chest.

His breathing was heavier.

You are his dangerous pleasure.

You did something unexpected.

And he liked it.

The dangerous excitement he felt now.

The direction of his blood was clearly directed to his crotch, and he slowly felt it begin to harden in his pants.

"A gentle queen would never do such a thing, huh… And my queen finally caught me, heh." He smiled conceitedly.

"That pretty smile won't be there when you beg me, baby." You said and quickly untied the back of your dress,

Taking it off as you tossed the expensive fabric aside onto the floor, leaving your red petticoat with stockings on you.

You were walking on a soft carpet with a heavy chair on it.

You wanted it to be so heavy that he couldn't knock it over very easily.

Two people brought it here, and it was really hard for them to do it, but they made it.

You also had other surprises for him today.

"Beg? What should I beg for, baby?" He asked with the same smile.

You stood up and grabbed his cheeks to make him look up.

"We both know you can moan and beg like a whore. So be a good boy 'cause I make you beg for touch." you kissed his lips before pulling away and knelt down again, resting your cheek against his inner thigh.

You reached your hand to his increasingly visible cock.

"You like it." You smiled harder.

"I like giving attention from my wife. Will you touch me?" His grin appeared.

At what he said you snapped your fingers at his increasing length, causing him to hiss softly.

"Such a big, nice dick… However, if you still think you're driving now, your dick will be in your pants all the time. So cramped and uncomfortable. Without anything to touch." You said. "So be a good boy. Agreement?"

He looked at you with a blush on his cheeks.

He liked it…

"… Yeah… My queen." he said with a small smile and blush.

"Good boy~."

Suddenly you took out a knife.

He looked at you questioningly.

"You didn't say you were going to cut me." He grunted dissatisfied.

"If I didn't say so, then I won't." You laughed and cut the threads holding the buttons on his shirt.

To finally pull both sides of his shirt hard, revealing his chest.

You wanted to laugh softly as his nipples hardened at the feeling of cold around him.

His pants were getting very uncomfortably tight…

Seeing his displeasure, you reached down to his crotch and unzipped his pants.

He lifted his hips slightly to help you take it off him.

And now his pants and underwear were at his ankles, further restricting his movements when he was bound.

Now he won't do anything. He won't run away.

His pink tip rested on his thigh.

His hands were moving because he wanted so much to start massaging his cock.

Seeing you in front of him just made his skin tingle.

But he couldn't do it.

Only you could touch him because his body was immobile.

You threw the knife to the floor with a loud clatter.

You took off your petticoat, leaving you in only stockings in front of him.

"Without underwear? Be brave, baby." He smiled at the sight of your perky nipples and sweet, soft pussy for him to look at now.

You placed your finger on his lips, silencing him.

"Shh… Do not say anything. If you're a good boy who listens, I'll give you a reward."

"What reward?" he smiled.

"If you don't listen, I won't touch you. And you won't be able to touch either."

"Hard Punishment…"

"I know. That's why you promise to be a good boy?" You stroked his cheek.

He nodded at you, looking away with a blush.

"Perfect." You patted his head. "Good boys always get rewards. And if you promise to be a good boy, why shouldn't I reward you?"

He looked at you curiously as you knelt in front of him, stepping between his spread legs.

Kneeling on his pants that gathered at his ankles.

That's the height you were after.

His cock was perfectly level with your tits.

You reached for his semi-hard cock, licking the tip lightly.

He sighed softly, wanting more…

You licked the bottom of his cock then pulled away.

He looked at you questioningly as you spat on your chest and then down his length, smearing your saliva all over him.

And you moved closer, placing his shaft between your breasts, smearing saliva on your skin.

And when it fit perfectly, you cupped your tits with your hands, making you rub his cock.

He made low grunts as the soft mounds brushed hard against him. Because it was so enjoyable.

You smiled as you watched his flushed cheeks as his flushed cock brushed the tip against your skin until his warm, an oblong and large piece of his body gave hot drops of precum onto your skin.

Much to his displeasure, your touch left his cock, leaving him standing at attention in your direction.

Before he could say anything, he stopped himself, remembering that when he's a good boy, you'll give him a reward.

He carefully watched your wet breasts and how you reached into your hair, untying the black ribbon that held your hair.

You kissed his head, and suddenly wrapped a thin ribbon around its base.

You wrapped the fabric strap around it, pulling it tighter before tying a bow over his balls.

You tweaked it a bit to get a nice view.

His cock, standing and shining, hard. A black bow over his balls. And on its base a tightened strip of material that oppresses it.

You sat on his lap, kissing his chest that wasn't covered with rope until you moved your mouth to his nipple, sucking lightly.

His muscles tensed as you bit down slightly.

Pinching his sensitive bumps with your fingers, you stood over his hips, rubbing your clit lightly against the tip of his, giving both you and him pleasure.

While you're kissing.

His tongue swirled in your mouth before you dominated the kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth, causing him to purr.

But as his cock slid lower, touching your entrance, you pulled away from him completely.

You got off his lap and sat on the bed that was five feet in front of him.

"(y/n)~." he murmured. You could feel his plea for touch in his voice.

"You're such a good boy. But I have to punish you for breaking out in the beginning." You said with a winning smile.

You looked at his cock which turned from bright pink to red through the material that was tightened around it.

He looked so cute with that bow.

A big, pretty dick wrapped in a ribbon that swells and throbs.

He will moan so nicely when you sit on him~.

"When you don't complain, it will be faster for you ~."

You lay down suddenly on your back, dipping your fingers into your soft, wet folds.

Spreading out to show him your pussy.

You knew so well that his hungry eyes stared at your dripping folds.

You like the way he looks fucked up and flushed.

He will be very sensitive when you touch him.

With a small smile, you run your fingers over your clit quickly, widening your legs wide for him so he can watch and drool. What is he definitely doing.

It might be a little embarrassing to lie so open to someone, but it's worth your time. To see his fucked up face later when he wants to come.

To show him more, you inserted two fingers of your other hand into you, still moving quickly over your clit.

God, how he wanted to replace your fingers with his.

How he wanted to replace your fingers with his cock.

But he had to be a good boy because he won't get it at all.

Even if he tries to look away to stop feeling the throbbing in his swollen cock, your wet sounds and grunts will still make him stare at the beautiful scene before him.

Your pussy has always been so soft. He loved hiding inside of you so much. Hitting your soft body.

And now he also couldn't miss how your smaller hands are satisfying you.

He loved to dig his fingers and face into your pussy fat. Feeling soft. Feeling the taste. To feel your soft pussy sucking his hard cock inside.

If just looking could bring him to orgasm, he would have shot thick strings of cum long ago.

Not only was nothing touching him, but the bow on it would probably prevent him from coming. As befits a cock-clamping posture.

His breath quivered as your thighs trembled as well, and your fingers stopped as you came with a hollow groan.

He looked at his cock, red and begging for attention.

Drops of precum flowed from its tip, down its side.

If only he could somehow make anything touch his length…

He wanted so much to touch…

With a red face and hazy eyes, he looked at you as you sat on the mattress of the high bed, adjusting your stockings with labored breathing.

Seeing his almost teary eyes, you smiled slightly.

"what's wrong?"

You gave him a stronger smile.

He looked at you, then at his cock, then at you again.

A silent signal that he wants you to touch him.

"Sorry, I don't know what you mean."

"Come here…" he moaned.

"That's not how you should talk. A good boy doesn't talk like that." You waved your finger at him.

He sighed heavily.

He couldn't stand it…

Tears stung his eyes. He was so sensitive and the material on his penis wasn't helping.

"So? What should you say?" You walked over to him, sitting on his lap but being careful not to touch his cock.

His cock was crying with precum.

"Touch me." he murmured.

"I did not hear."

"Touch me." he said sharper.

"That's not how you should call me." You laughed. "I already told you that you would beg me. Show me your sweet face when you beg me."

Flushing, he watched as your hands massaged his thighs, close to his length, but you still hadn't touched him.

"So?"

"touch me please?"

"Better now. But say it louder."

Your fingers untied the bow, but instead of taking it off, you tightened the fabric a little tighter around his thickness.

He opened his mouth, letting out a trembling groan. His eyes released solitary tears as did his cock, which cried with more precum when squeezed.

"P-please…" he groaned, looking at you with glassy eyes.

Taking advantage of the drops of precum running down his cock, you tugged at the fabric, sliding it lightly over his cock. He hissed as he felt the pressure go higher up his length.

It pulsed. You've seen it so much.

His hips jumped as he tried to pull back, but he couldn't.

His legs moved, but he couldn't move them because of the ropes around his ankles.

"I can't hear you, honey~."

As you said, his smile disappeared from his face. And so red and desperate he looked so cute.

You felt your excitement run down your thigh at the mere sight.

"Please…"

"Say it louder and you'll get it." You ran your fingers across his chest.

"Fuck me… Touch me…"

"What are you saying?"

"Fuck me please!" he said out loud and you laughed.

You slowly removed the slightly wet ribbon from it, tossing it aside.

And to his relief, you grabbed his cock, smearing what was oozing from its tip down its impressive length.

So red and pulsating.

It's so begging to put it inside you, and feel all those veins on it.

When you petted him, he felt like he was about to explode.

He's coming really fast…

He doesn't care… He just wants to be in your pussy.

"Good boy."

You moved closer, aligning his weeping length below you, in straight line.

He was swollen. He was a little bigger than he would have been if you hadn't put that ribbon on him.

Which also makes him very sensitive.

He moaned loudly almost immediately as your entrance widened to accommodate the top of him.

After such torture, he finally got around to receiving your attention.

And it was such a great feeling. Almost overwhelming.

His eyes were still glassy and watery.

In one motion, you pushed it all the way in, waiting for you to get used to it.

But for him, the inside of your pussy was too good…

He had his hands on the ropes.

His eyebrows furrowed.

You wiggled your hips a bit, feeling swollen cock dilate you so much.

You looked at his face and smiled.

His arms were shaking. You felt him pulsating inside you.

It felt so good to have him inside.

So big…

You smiled as you sat motionless on his cock.

You kissed his neck.

"You can come. I know you're sensitive."

You jumped on his thighs, making your tight walls stroke him. he was moaning.

"I'm letting you come. Then do it, my king." You pulled his hair up slightly. "I want your sperm."

At your dirty words, he shuddered.

"Use my permission while you can. You don't want me to stop touching you again, do you?" You kissed his jaw to kiss him later.

You move your hips back and forth.

After no more than a moment, he moaned into your mouth, and you felt large amounts of cum filling you intensely.

You pulled it half way out and then sat on it again. Letting him end up completely inside you.

The feeling of his hot cum filling you inside was very pleasant.

Placing your hands on his lap, you arched your back back, watching as his cum flowed out of you with your movement. Even though his softening length acts like a plug for you to keep his seed from flowing out.

He was sensitive to the heat inside you.

But he knew it would make him hard again.

And ready to let your pussy milk him to the last drop again.

"Why are you still throwing a knife at me?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side as a knife landed next to his head.

"Habit… I'm just more irritable…" you said sitting on the bed.

"The blade never hits, so I know you're not trying to kill me." He laughed.

He walked closer to you and offered you his hand.

"People are waiting. Do you have the strength to get up?" He asked protectively. "Would you like to go there?"

"If the people want it, as their queen, I guess I must." You grabbed his hand and stood next to him. "Maybe they finally want to burn me at the stake as a witch."

"Don't joke like that. They would never want to do that to you."

"That's right. I didn't do anything wrong to them."

"You are a great queen to them. Besides, we have to share this information with them sometime."

"You're right… I'm just not used to that kind of thing. But I wouldn't be surprised if they still hate me."

"It's been so long. After all, everything is so perfect. Nobody's going to want to do that to you." He smiled, placing his hand on your lower back. "Besides, in audiences people asked if you were well, because they hadn't seen you outside for a long time."

"Really?"

"You are a great queen to them. How could it be otherwise. Besides, there are lots of people waiting to see us. Did you know that the ill health of a king or queen makes people sad? When they feel devoted to the ruler like those here, they don't play or anything until the ruler recovers. So everyone wants to know what's going on with you. So many times they asked Shoko when she went to visit you what was going on."

"Even as a medic, she didn't tell anyone?" You asked, grabbing his hand as you walked beside him.

"A secret is a secret. But it's best to finally talk about it." He chuckled softly. "If they ever find out anyway, better sooner than later. To avoid controversy among people. After all, not everyone can accept a secret that is still hidden."

"You won…" You smiled at him.

Your dark blue dress was picked up by him as you walk down the stairs next to him.

"Or maybe they want to burn me at the stake?" You asked laughing as you heard people clapping and shouting as the man said you were leaving.

"Does it sound like they want to do this? I hope you'll eventually get used to this kind of love people show."

You went out with him to the low terrace in front of the courtyard where the people had gathered.

When they saw you, they cheered.

Especially when your husband stood behind you, placing his hands on your belly visible under the dress.

[laenordeservedbetter]

For Sam x reader.

Ghostface is back and had followed the Carpenters, the twins, and Amber's older sister, Reader, to New York. No one trusting her because of the fact that her little sister was Ghostface, Reader is in disbelief, and Sam breaks up with her on the spot. Fast forward to the end, where Ghostface is dead, everyone's being treated by paramedics, Reader is seen walking away from the scene alone. Kirby asks where she is, Sam then sees her walking away, holding her broken arm to her body, and runs after her and apologies for not trusting and believing her. (Reader saying it's too late for sam to apologize. She then walks away from her friends, from Sam.)

You're Somebody Else

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Freeman!Reader

Synopsis: You were told that the biggest betrayal comes from the people you care about the most, but never did you expect it to hurt so much.

Warnings: scream vi spoilers, violence, spitting, cussing, angst, no happy ending. lmk if I missed any.

A/N: I wrote this at a coffee shop. I'm still here rn, so we'll see how many fics I can post before I go home. (This will probably be the only one)

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

You stood before Amber’s Ghostface outfit, reaching out to touch the fabric before you remembered where you were -- who you’re with. The glares given to you by the rest of the group burned at the back of your skull. You can practically sense their judgments. Since the first Ghostface attack in New York, they pointed their fingers at you. You understood, given what you've all been through. Can't be too careful. You didn’t care that you saw the contempt on your own girlfriend’s face. You stayed by her side, understanding where she was coming from.

Being related to a previous Ghostface was something you and Sam had in common. When you are linked to a person with that track record, it sticks with you even if you are different from them. Trust becomes hard to give. And out of everyone, you figured your girlfriend is the one who understood the most about what it’s like. However, it looks like the sentiment isn’t shared.

She approaches you, getting the courage to ask, “Can we talk?”

You can tell what’s about to happen before Sam can utter what she wants to say to you.

Nothing good ever comes out of conversations like these.

“I’m sorry.” Sam stares, her gaze cold, nothing like the Sam you fell in love with. With each deafening step she takes away from you, your heart shatters just a little bit more. You are wounded by the way she’s looking at you. Any wound or injury you might sustain in the next few minutes will not compare to the poison laced in the invisible knife held against your throat by the woman you love. “I can’t take any more chances. I can’t trust you. We’re done.”

You scoff, glancing towards the group in hopes that they would back up your claim. “Sam, you know me. I would never hurt you or Tara or. . . Anika.”

Mindy flinches at the mention of her girlfriend’s name. Her stare hardens. “You have no right to say her name. We know you did it. You killed her.”

“Mindy…” Your voice breaks as your throat feels like it’s closing up. You can’t do anything to convince them, letting the stream of tears flow from your eyes. No one came to your rescue to prove your innocence. None of them trusted you. You felt pathetic, humiliated, embarrassed. Your eyes settle on Sam again. “Really? After everything we’ve been through together, you-”

Sam glowers. “It��s over, Y/n. Please, stay away from us.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your back, the hurt in your tone clear as day. “I don’t know you at all.”

“Maybe we didn’t know each other as well as we thought.”

It was one thing for you to walk away and another knowing that Sam would not be going after you.

-

“It was easy luring you away from the group. Guess we really can’t choose our family, huh?” Ghostface makes a tsk sound, the voice changer turned off.

He takes a step forward, but you stay positioned adjacent to the wall. That voice…

“Ethan?”

Ethan removes his mask, holding the voice changer to his lips, “Didn’t expect that?”

Of course it was him. Little by little, the pieces fall into place. The apartment attack -- that was probably Ethan. He wasn’t with the group. Not even the skeptic Mindy questioned his whereabouts. Your tears haven’t dried yet and you were as sure as hell they weren’t going to stop now. You bring your hands together in a slow clap. “Oh, wow, that’s… Fucking brilliant, actually.” Clutching your stomach, you let out what sounded like a painful cackle. “This is the part where I die.” You say. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Oh no, no, no. See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Ethan smirks, gripping your left arm, applying pressure to where you had been previously injured a couple nights prior. “You are our scapegoat. I must give credit to Mindy for the idea. You have the perfect motive to be Ghostface! It was just gonna be Sam, but… The press would go crazier if it was a Bonnie & Clyde situation. Not that I care about that sorta stuff. It just works.”

You collect the saliva from your mouth, spitting in his eye. “Jokes on you ‘cause we’re not together anymore.”

“But they wouldn’t know that because by the time you get ‘caught’, all of your friends will be dead and you would look like the asshole trying to save yourself if you attempt to say the truth.”

Ethan places his free hand on your shoulder, pulling your arm with more force than necessary to guarantee that it would break. You stand there, biting your lip in order to hide the pain. If I screamed, it wouldn’t make a difference anyway, you said to yourself bitterly. There’s not a single person who’d give me the benefit of the doubt. In fact, they’d make me suffer worse, believing that Ethan did the right thing. Who knows what creative scenarios he came up with already.

-

The paramedics found you slumped down beside a row of chairs after Sam and the rest of the group defeated the three Ghostfaces. They wondered why you weren’t with the others, but with a quick word from Kirby, they left you alone, guiding you outside to treat your broken arm. One of the paramedics - Theo (that’s what you heard Kirby call him) asked if you wanted a ride to the hospital. You declined, insisting that you could get there yourself without anyone’s help.

You spare Sam a glance, observing her interact with Mindy, Chad, and Tara. Core Four. Good for them. Although you were glad that they are are still extant, you can’t stop the rancor that you feel as you stare at the four. You want nothing more than for this day to be over, move to someplace else, maybe change your name. Anywhere is better than here. It’s become clear to you how unwanted you are in New York. A change of scenery might do you good.

Kirby (the only person who hasn’t treated you like scum) situates herself in front of Sam, “Hey, where’s Y/n?”

Sam only notices your absence when Kirby pointed it out. “Shit. I…” She scans the area in search of your familiar eyes, guilt eating at her knowing that she accused you of being a killer. Because of that, you got hurt. She’d never forgive herself for it. “I'll be right back.”

The blonde detective nods in understanding. “I’ll stay with Tara.”

“Thank you.”

You were on your way to the hospital when a hand grasps your injured arm. Recoiling from the touch, you look back to curse the one responsible for hurting your limb only to meet Sam’s pleading gaze. “What do you want, Samantha?”

“Y/n, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for being careless, for not trusting or believing you. If I had, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” Sam touches your good shoulder this time, expressing her genuine apology.

But no matter how many ‘I’m sorry’s’ she will direct at you, it won’t take away what’s been done. “It’s too late, Sam.”

“What? No. We can try again.” She pleads desperately.

You couldn’t bite back the words the words that are on the tip of your tongue, feeling the last ounce of self control fray away. “Try again? Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? You broke up with me because you didn’t trust me. You didn’t even try to understand my side!” The news reporters turned their heads at your outburst. They point their cameras to you, but you don’t make an effort to cut off your ebullition short. “All of you pointed your hands at me because what? I’m the sister of a killer?! If we’re basing our suspicions of all the Ghostface’s relatives, you should’ve been on the top of the list. The only thing I asked was for you to stand by me and you failed. So, no, we can’t try again. We’ll only end up worse than where we left off.” You finish, walking away from everything (not for the first time). “I’ll get my things out of your apartment tonight. After that, you won’t have to see me again.”

Sam stays still while you leave, clutching your arm in the process. That limb will heal, but the words that Sam has spoken won’t. There will remain a constant reminder of how you were betrayed by those you would give everything for.

So much for trust.

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Omg please please can you write something about Daryl experiencing accidental stimulation. Like in a situation where he really shouldn’t but something accidentally gets him hard and needy and he’s hoping no one notices but he’s so pent up… UGH🎀

Please ily❤️

ANON THIS HAS ME LITERALLY ROLLING AROUND IN MY FUCKING GRAVE?? TEARING MY WALLS DOWN?? KISS ME RIHJT NOW???

Now I wasn’t exactly sure what kind of situation he would be in where he’s getting riled up in the process but call me Carol the way I can make magic happen (if nobody gets this reference I will lose my shit)

SUBMISSIVE DARYL AND HIS MOMMY KINK MAKING THEIR GRAND GLORIOUS RETURN

READER IS VERY DOMINANT IN THIS IDK WHAT HAPPENED

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If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to buy himself a new one, which he really needed to do.

No amounts of mental or physical begging would shut his thoughts up, not even the group of flesh-eating freaks closing in stopped his thinking.

A familiar heat starts to burn in his stomach, and his fist clench tightly around the handle of his knife, knuckles turning white as he naturally took a few steps back before plunging forward, driving the weapon into a walker’s head and watching it’s body drop. Man, he really wanted that to be him.

“Daryl”

He drove his knife into a rotten skull, yanking it out and not bothering to watch it crumble before he stabbed another, and then another.

“Just like that, D”

Blood splattered across his face when his knife dug into a walker’s hollow eye-socket, dragging the blade out and sending it back into it’s head, this time killing the damn thing. Daryl kicked it’s rotting corspe off him with more force than necessary, watching how it flew into yet another staggering body.

He took a few steps back until his back bumped with Aaron’s, who Daryl completely forgot was with him.

“We’ve got this, yeah? Just keep taking ‘em down” Aaron panted heavily, mace on his left arm raised and ready. “Yeah” Daryl mumbled absent-mindedly, as he stared at the walkers in front of him, not thinking about killing them even as he found his hunter’s knife once again driving home to a walkers skull.

“Oh god, yes… yes just like that babyboy”

Someone kill him, now.

“Daryl?!”

Aaron’s voice ripped him back to earth, back down to reality where he had been subconsciously pushing back against the last few walkers snapping their jaws in his face. When did they even get there? He fully shoved them off and sent his knife into each of their heads, silently sliding it back into the holster amd moving to gather his crossbow and bag.

He purposely ignored his rock-hard cock, and how good the fabric of his jeans felt against it when he crouched down to sling the weapon over his shoulder. Aaron, however, wasn’t letting Daryl off that easily.

“What the hell was that about? You alright man?” There was no anger in his voice, just pure confusion. He stared at Daryl with wide eyes as the man continued to walk. No, he was not alright. How could he be when he was walking home with eight inches of pure arousal between his legs? “M’fine. Jus’ tired s’all” He grumbled, lying through the skin of his teeth as he hid his reddening face behind his hair. He felt like a sex-crazed teenager as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, begging his brain to just shut off.

“C’mon sweetheart give me more”

Aaron only furrowed his brows and turned his gaze forward, already not believing a word out of Daryl’s mouth. Tiredness has never seemed to have an effect on the burly man before, so what was the difference now? “You seem real out of it though, like you’ve got something on your mind” Aaron spoke casually, yet observed Daryl from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be breathing a lot quicker, eyes staring only straight ahead as his hand gripping the crossbow fiddled with it, the other uncomfortably fidgeting with his knife at his side. “Nah. S’nothin’, seriously” He shrugged calmly but Aaron still felt something was off.

His eyes flickered over to Daryl, taking in his whole body and studying the language, from his fidgety hands, to the way he chewed his bottom lip. He ran his eyes down his body once, and then twice.

Well, that could definitely be the problem.

Aaron chuckled quietly to himself, and Daryl snapped his head toward the sound.

“Wha’s so funny?”

“I just- Relationship problems?”

Daryl really wanted to hit him.

“No.” He barked, storming away with a laughing Aaron following after him. “Oh come on! The famous Daryl Dixon fighting the dead with a boner? Times must be real tough” Daryl shoved the cackling man, who only laughed at his friend harder, face beginning to shift between tomato red and a blueish purple. Daryl stood biting the inside of his cheek, feeling his own face burn a hot red out of embarrassment.

It took a few minutes for Aaron to compose himself, wiping tears from his eyes as he took a few deep breaths. “Oh man. So, what’s going on, really?” Daryl huffed, keeping his gaze straight and staying on much higher alert. “Jus’ missin’ my woman. Ain’t seen her since we been out here” His voice was soft as he spoke the words into the air, mind starting to wonder off again at the mention of his lover.

“My sweet boy, do you need me to help you cum?”

He could practically feel your soft hands wrapping around his dick, stroking him slowly before bringing your hand up to squeeze around the head of his cock, the added pressure sending shocks flying through him. The thought of how you’d start to edge him by sucking and firmly stroking his tip, until his back is arching and his hips uncontrollably jerk into your hand as his cum lands on your satisfied face, having gotten exactly what you wanted.

Too bad for him he was only imagining that, blinking a few times before realizing he and Aaron were still walking, only they were just practically down the street from Alexandria when only a few steps ago they were nose deep in the forest.

How they got there? some God willed it, Daryl supposes.

For the first time, he didn’t have enough brain capacity to overthink on it. He had other, better things to think about, like the way he was going to practically melt himself into your body. He wanted nothing more than to fill all five of his senses with you, hands already aching to run across your soft skin, knowing how the blisters and callouses on his palms will leave goosebumps in their wake. Oh, how badly he wanted to flatten his tongue over the smooth pane of your stomach, tasting his way all the way down to your soaked panties, practically rubbing his face in between your legs and groaning at the smell of your dripping cunt.

If Daryl had a dollar for each time he wished he could feed a walker his brain, he’d be able to pay you for honoring him with your presence.

When Abraham announced their arrival in his loud commander voice, Rosita pulled back the heavy gates and slammed them shut once the two men were securely inside. Aaron just shrugged when Rosita gave him a questioning look, watching Daryl speed walk away after hastily handing off the rest of the stuff.

He almost wanted to sprint to the house, keeping his head down and loudly hoping in his head that nobody could see the way his cock strained against the already tight fabric of his jeans. Walking past Carol's house and seeing her reading a book on the porch swing, he quickly waved and swiftly increased his pace. She raised a questioning brow at his back, but shrugged as she reimmersed herself in the chapter.

Daryl threw the front door open, heaving slightly as he slammed it shut and cringed at the way the walls of the house trembled. He kicked his shoes off and dropped his crossbow in the middle of the floor, eyes darting around frantically for any sign of you.

You, who was coming down the stairs from how hard the door slamming rattled the house. You were only halfway down when Daryl latched himself onto you, almost knocking the two of you over. "Well hello there, hunterman!" You laughed breathlessly as he squeezed you in his arms, face buried in your neck as he inhaled the smell of your soap. Oh, he missed you so very badly. He lifted you up, waiting for you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could walk up the rest of the stairs.

He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, dropping down you down onto the bed and downright moaning when his cock bumped your thigh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and licking the exposed skin of your neck. “God, someone’s eager today” You huffed out when Daryl wrapped his arms around you tightly and sucked on your pulse.

Eager was an understatement, Daryl was straight up desperate for you. He felt so full of sexual frustration it was starting to hurt. “Need ya- Need ya ta fuck me, need it so bad” He gasped out when you pressed your knee to his crotch, oh it felt so fucking good.

“Such a bold request, Dar” You whispered into the air, hooking your legs around Daryl and switching your positions, moving to straddle him. He whimpered softly as you sat on his clothed cock. “You’ve been thinking about me all day haven’t you?” Daryl nodded against the pillow but you shook your head. “Use your words big guy”

“Yes! Been thinking about this- you- all fucking day” Daryl’s hips jerked underneath you, his hands moving to grip your hips when you pinned them above his head, a smal sob coming from. “Y/n please”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead, trailing down to the reddened tip of his nose and stop at his lips. “Is please the best you can do?” Daryl groaned against you, “Dammit woman yer gonna kill me” You pecked a small kiss to his lips, standing up on your knees and toying with the hem of your shirt. “I know, and you’re gonna let me”

You lifted the fabric over your head, and Daryl almost came on the spot at the sight of your bouncy tits, hands practically burning with the desire to fondle and squeeze them. However, he kept them right over his head where you had them pinned, even though he could easily overpower you. He needed you to take complete control of his body.

His eyes remained glued to your chest, especially when you brought your free up to one and pinched a nipple, biting your bottom lip.

Your shirt dangled from your arm, so you moved to tie it around Daryl’s wrists, securing the other end to a bed post. Daryl’s heart pounded as anticipation bubbled in his chest, watching as you played with your own. He nibbled on his lip, watching as one of your hands slid down your stomach past the hem of your delicate panties, a small red pair with a black bow.

He desperately jerked his hips up and you cooed at him. “I bet you’re just so worked up aren’t you?” Daryl almost wanted to cry out of frustration, he so badly wanted to be buried in you wet heat, mind fogging from pleasure. “Yes! Y/n please, please I need ya”

You rolled your hips against him and he threw his head back as the short motion sent electricity through him. “Need me how?” God just kill him now. His vision started to blur with traitorous tears, tugging at his restraints. “Everyhow. Just need ta feel ya around me, on me- fuck- just fuck me please mommy” His hips jerked once more, this time Daryl’s face contorted as an orgasm washed over him, doing little to nothing to provide any sexual relief.

As you stared down at his trembling frame, running a hand up his chest and wiping away the tears on his cheek, you couldn’t help but smile at just how pathetic he was for you. It was adorable.

“My poor baby, you really are pent up. Making such a mess of yourself and I haven’t even had my fun yet” You kissed along the underside of his jaw, unbuttoning his shirt and grinding down against him. He whimpered and groaned, eyes fluttering shut as you devilishly moved your hips. His whole body was on fire, it felt like heaven and hell at the same time, and you were something close of an angel ontop of him. He was so ready to hand you his entire soul, little did he know he already has.

You trailed your lips down his newly exposed chest, leaving a firey path as you kissed and sucked skin. Oddly enough, Daryl didn’t have a lot of chest hair, the pale skin bare and red where you suction your lips. You could feel his soft pleasured sounds vibrating his chest under your touch, feeling his quickened breathing as you moved down to his hard abs, dragging your tongue across them.

Daryl practically moaned at the sight and feeling, cock twitching desperately in his pants as your tongue ran down the start of his happy trail, fingers unbuckling his jeans and unbuttoning them. You took the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down slowly, staring into Daryl’s eyes as you did. His heart pounded erratically when you placed opened mouth kisses over his clothed cock, the wet fabric sticking to your lips. When Daryl’s hips twitched, you figured he had enough teasing and finally hooked your teeth over the hem of his boxers, pulling them down.

His cock sprung free, and the cold air hitting his glistening tip felt better than it should’ve, even more when you gently blew on it. You followed the action by placing a soft kiss, and then another, before wrapping your lips around him. Daryl’s eyes rolled into his skull as you swirled your tongue and suctioned your lips, practically speeding him off the edge. He shamelessly moaned when you hollowed your cheeks and slid further down his cock, taking as much as you could before it bumped the back of your throat.

You gripped him tightly with one hand, stroking him up and down in time with the bobbing of your head, stopping every so often to suck on his swelling tip. Daryl loudly groaning and whimpered above you, pulling at his restraints as you brought him so close, so fucking close to his orgasm, hips twitching upwards as he tumbled over the edge-

You pulled off him suddenly, and Daryl felt like he had been slapped.

“Wha- Why?- Y/n no please” You straddled him once more, pushing your panties to the side. “Calm down babyboy, I’m right here” You whispered, dragging his cock through your wet folds. He needed to be inside your so badly, when you teasingly popped the tip into your entrance, he just couldn’t stop himself from snapping his hips into you, a broken cry coming from him as his sensitive cock buried so deep inside you. “God- Fuck m’so fuckin’ sorry, feels so fuckin’ good- holy shit you feel so fucking good” Daryl couldn’t even understand himself at this point, head thrown back as he choked on his sobs, so lost in the feeling of you tight around him. He was practically drunk.

You dug your nails into his chest as you rapidly bounced against him, his feet firmly planted against the bed. This was the best he had felt in his whole life, and in his head he was screaming “I love you” with every hard and needy thrust of his hip, sending his cock tip right into your soft sweet spot.

“M’gonna cum- fuck m’gonna cum” You leaned down to kiss your poor babbling mess of a man, moaning against him when you felt his hips impossibly speed up, pounding into you from underneath. “Oh fuck babyboy just like that” Daryl pulled at his restraints, pure fire burning through his whole body as he was so, fucking, close. “Please keep takin’ my cock mommy please- God, m’so fucking in love with you” Daryl loudly whimpered the words into the crook of your neck, his body twitching and tensing as his hips fucked him through his orgasm, cumming deep in your guts as he went limp against you.

You both breathed heavily, running a hand through Daryl’s sweaty hair as his body continued buzzing, mind blissfully fuzzy and quiet. When he felt his hands be released, he immediately dropped them down to your tits, kissing and sucking on your neck as he groped the soft flesh, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “I love ya” He whispered as his lips moved along your jawline. You giggled, grabbing a fist full of his hair and tugging his head back to look at you. “I know, you already told me”

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@darylsdelts I TOLD U I PINKY PROMISED 😝🎀 I MADE HIM EXTRA NEEDY FOR U

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[emelinstriker]

{Eternal Servants AU} Nezha ♡ Loyalty

Art drawn by me + the AU itself is mine.

This will just show y'all ESAU!Nezha's character as well as a bit of info on how the servants think/feel about things. The artwork isn't referencing any scene from this one-shot btw.

CW: Descriptions of death and gore

[TL;DR] Ehe, ESAU lore hints wink wink-

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"That was all her fault for acting so disrespectful! And towards Master's name, no less!"

"I can't argue with that logic. But did you really have to punch her skull in before the torture even started?"

"Well, of course! Her presence was no longer welcomed the moment she called Master insulting names."

Macaque and Nezha were chilling in the torture chamber. The simian was sitting on a table with bloody tools while the celestial was cleaning up some of those tools with a towel. A deceased woman was strapped to the table in the middle of the room. Her skull was smashed, showing how mangled the remains of her brain looked as her head lied in a pool of her own blood.

Macaque sighed, "You can't just eliminate someone before we even tortured them, though. Even if they disrespected our Master while trapped here-" "That's just it! Our Master should always be respected and worshipped! They deserve nothing less than pure adoration!" Nezha cut him off, clearly angered. The dark-furred monkey raised an eyebrow at him, his tail flicking behind him at the surprise of Nezha talking back to him.

"Nezha, I get where you're coming from, I really do. I want our Master to always be respected and worshipped as well." Macaque started as he crossed his arms. "However, see it this way: Would you rather kill those who treated our lovely Master poorly, basically sparing them from pain, or would you rather let them serve their sentence by prolonging their suffering?"

The pink champion froze for a moment as he thought about the other champion's words... The simian was right. It would be a lot more satisfying watching the unworthy suffer by his hands than just simply killing them in one blow.

Nezha groaned as he quietly cussed to himself. Macaque had no problem catching him cussing and chuckled, his tail swaying for a moment in dark delight.

"Well, shit! Guess this is just a wasted kill after all!" The celestial exclaimed. He then heard the other servant 'tut' at him. Annoyed, Nezha turned towards the monkey, glaring.

"I wouldn't say it's fully wasted... This," the simian started as he hopped off the table and moved towards the table with the woman's corpse, gesturing towards her as he continues, "is still our dinner." If Nezha's pupils were visible, his eye roll would've been very much noticeable. He then followed the purple champion over to the table.

Macaque grabbed one of the knives on the way and chuckled darkly. He used it to smoothly cut into the woman's thigh, slicing a big chunk of flesh like a cake. More of the bit of blood she still had inside her body spilled out of the body's new wound and onto the table, the knife, and Macaque's hand. The simian then grinned and held said piece of meat out towards the pink champion. "Well? Go ahead, dig in. It's still fresh."

The pink champion, already used to it at this point, simply took the raw piece of meat and looked at it with a slight bit of disgust. He may have eaten a few remains raw before to prove his worth and loyal devotion to the other champions, but he still didn't exactly like the consistency of the meat. "Thanks... But I think I'll wait till it's cooked..."

The dark-furred monkey shrugged. "Suit yourself then," he said before he shoved the meat into his mouth, loudly chewing on his bloody meal as he already started cutting another piece of the woman's corpse. All while Nezha watched in silence. This little ritual the champions had of eating the remains of the tortured ones always reminded him of how he became his Master's servant himself.

It reminded him of that one demon village that was eradicated off the face of the earth. The huge pile of corpses Macaque made with the bodies of those villagers that disrespected and hurt their Master... And Nezha was the one tasked to set the pile ablaze. Back in that moment, he truly felt awful for taking the torch. But it didn't take long for him to actually enjoy the sight as his vision darkened. Especially once he saw his beloved Master in person again, this time becoming your pink champion. Your touch just felt so addicting to him, as if it was all he needed to forget all the bad he did. Your touch, your love and affection, was all he had ever craved...

No longer was there any guilt or regret. His Master was all that mattered to him. He felt pure happiness he had never felt in all his years of serving the Jade Emperor and the Celestial Realm...

Not that he remembered much about his so-called "past life" anyway.

Ever since he's become one of his Master's eternal servants, he practically forgot all about what his life was like before. He had very limited memories, of which only some were family-related, from when he was just born.

Suddenly, Macaque froze mid-bite. His ear twitched a little before he smiled brightly, joyfully devouring the meat and swallowing it quickly, placing the knife on the table. "Master is calling for me!"

And in a blink, the simian disappeared through a shadow portal that opened up right beneath him. Nezha sighed as he glanced at the corpse of the woman, placing the piece of meat from his hand onto her body. He probably would need to carry her remains to the fridge. After all, he didn't know when the others wanted to eat. He knew Wukong was busy with the palace's guards, Macaque was now gone to answer to their Master's call, and Nezha himself didn't know what to even do. He didn't have any tasks besides torturing that woman, and that already ended extremely prematurely due to his outburst.

"Ugh, fuck! I knew I shouldn't have killed her yet!" He grumbled angrily as he took the knife Macaque used to cut her, and proceeded to stab the corpse's neck in rage. He grumbled out more curses as he twisted the knife around the woman's neck in annoyance. A few minutes passed before he heard a shadow portal open up again. He turned towards it, out came the purple champion again. The simian was about to say something, but then paused and pursed his lips at the sight of Nezha moving the knife inside the woman's neck.

"...You're not supposed to play with your food, pinky. Didn't your friends up in the Celestial Realm ever teach you that?" Macaque teased with a smirk.

The pink champion scoffed in response, pulling out the knife from the woman's neck before slamming it back down, but this time into her eye. Due to his sheer strength, he easily smashed it through part of her skull as well, seemingly ignoring her destroyed eye on the way as her body seemed to weep more blood. "I'm aware of the saying. But what else am I supposed to do? I'm bored!"

Macaque huffed, grinning as he approached the celestial with crossed arms. His tail swayed gently behind him. "If you're bored, then you're in luck! I have a task for you. A very important one..."

Now, due to Macaque having to leave for a mission, Nezha was suddenly happy again. Not necessarily because of the simian being gone, but because of how the celestial was tasked to watch over their Master. Alone. The other champions were busy after all, so their beloved Master needed someone to fill the bodyguard slot for a while. Master's security ink wasn't enough for the monkey brothers. So, Nezha was tasked to be your bodyguard for the time being. And he was ecstatic everytime he was tasked to stay around you. Sure, being bodyguards is like the usual job the champions had signed up for, but Nezha had you for himself in his moment. No other champion could take your attention.

He was standing next to your throne as he stared at you with a soft, loving gaze. You could practically see little hearts floating around his head as his focus stayed solely on you. You looked at him as you hummed in thought. While you didn't mind staying on your throne, you also didn't expect any meeting today. Perhaps you could do something else. You haven't had any alone time with Nezha in a while anyway. And having him stare at you like that for the next few hours wasn't exactly the most entertaining thing. "Sooo... Do you wanna walk around the palace?" You suggested.

Your pink champion seemed to have been caught off guard as he sheepishly nodded. "That would be a wonderful idea, Master. Don't worry, I'll keep you safe the entire time!" He added proudly. You couldn't help but chuckle at his eagerness as you stood up and gently took his hand into yours. Your touch made him smile brightly beneath his mask as he stayed close to you, all while you lead him out of the throne room and down the hall, enjoying your conversation with him. Occasionally, there were a few servants on the way, who all bowed to greet you, but the halls were generally pretty quiet today.

However, that was only until you walked through the activity wing.

There was a sudden bang that startled you and your champion. Nezha quickly recovered from his startled confusion as he took up a more defensive and protective stance, summoning his fire-tipped spear to his side as he shielded you with his body. The loud bang came from down the hall in front of you. When the doors to the library swung open, they swung so strongly that they slammed against the wall, nearly ripping them off their hinges. And out into the hall came a furry beast with six legs. It growled as it moved menacingly out of the library. Then it turned a bit towards you and Nezha... Its four eyes seemed to focus on the celestial in front of you, sensing his energy specifically.

You knew this beast... It was the beast from a book you once read. It was known to be a form of Celestial Hunter. Not much was known about them, other than that they would lure divine entities by copying the voices or looks of someone they love and trust. They would then either  bite and infect, or straight up feast on the victim. However, this beast was seen as just simple fiction... How was is real? Where did it come from?

The beast then tried to appear more friendly as it tilted its head at Nezha. Since the celestial already saw its real form, it probably would be unable to get away with a disguise. However, it seemed to have a plan B...

"Nezha? Is that you?" The beast asked in a female voice you didn't recognize. But Nezha did... It was his mother's voice. He gripped his spear tightly, his eyes widening just slightly.

"...Mother?"

The beast doesn't move as it stares at Nezha, lowering its head a bit to try lower his guard. It was trying to get him into a false sense of security.

"Yes, it's me... My son, what happened to you? You don't look so well... We have to leave and get you out of here. This place isn't safe. Come with me, Nezha... Please, come with me... There is so much darkness here... It's so dark here..." As much as it seemed tempting to follow these voice's instructions, Nezha also was fairly aware of the ominous looking creature the voice was coming from. This wasn't any simple demon. Yet, he couldn't help but shake just slightly at the voice of his mother...

That's when he felt you lightly squeeze his hand with yours, bringing him back to the current situation. He glanced behind him to look at you and saw your worried, helpless expression...

He knew he would be a fool if he ever let that... that thing lure him away from his Master...

The temptation to be lured closer to the beast was now gone as quickly as it came, simply replaced by thoughts of his beloved Master. Nezha glared daggers at the beast. He was stronger than whatever it would throw at him. He knew it. And so did you... And he refused to disappoint his beloved, his true Master.

Your pink champion refused to be manipulated so easily.

Not when he had a job to do.

Not when this job involved serving you.

He was one of your champions for a good reason, after all.

The beast seemed to notice the way the celestial seemed more in focus again, and it quickly realized that he couldn't be tricked like its previous victims. So, it dropped its friendly act and let out a loud, hungry screech before it sprinted in his direction. Nezha, with his extreme speed, let go of your hand and swiftly attacked it with his fire-tipped spear, using his now lit up wheels for an extra boost as he stabbed the beast. He grunted in rage as the beast tries to attack him now with the close range. However, he dodged most of its bites and swipes with ease, using his strength to try bend one of its legs and break it. Only to then realize that it didn't have bones...

Nezha seemingly narrowed his void black eyes at the beast as he let out a low growl behind his mask... If he couldn't make it suffer with broken bones, surely tearing it apart limb by limb would work...

Thus, he held tightly onto his spear, making its flame light up more inside the darkened beast. The fire seemed to be its weakness as it began to let out a painful, or rather, seemingly scared screech. However, it was clear to him that it would not go down without a fight as it continued to claw at him. Yet everytime it would claw at him, he held his cold, angered gaze as he started to rip out the leg that it would use to attack. Despite it having no bone structure, it did seem to at least have some form of nerves. The darkened beast seemingly screeched in agony as Nezha managed to rip off one of its limbs.

The beast attempted to get away from Nezha, but he held his tight grip on his spear, refusing to let that thing go unpunished for what it tried to do... How dare it try lure him away from you, his Master...

Upon noticing the beast's attempt to flee, Nezha let out a maddening laugh as he twisted and turned his spear. The fiery tip moved from one side to the other as he enjoyed the beast writhe in pain beneath him. The celestial then slammed his flaming wheels into the beast's chest, letting its fire damage the beast as well. As he noticed a now giant, gaping hole that went through the beast's entire body, he notice how everything inside it was nothing but mass of what its outside was made out of. But it did hold some veins that glowed a very faint red, which were as red as its blood red eyes.

He scoffed as he slammed the beast onto its side, watching it lose its strength. "Ah, got it. You're one of the Oracle's friends, aren'tcha? Well, at least part of whatever the hell he is..." Nezha slammed his fire-tipped spear down into the beast's neck as he let out another painful wail in agony. The pink champion chuckled darkly as his fire spread inside the beast's body. He could practically see his flames glowing past its darkened shell of a body.

"But whether friend or foe, you just attempted a crime so outrageous, it must be punished by nothing less than death..."

Finally, he pulled his spear out of its neck and slammed it into one of the beast's eyes, stabbing it straight through its "skull" with a mocking grin underneath his mask. Just like how he stabbed that woman's corpse earlier... Soon, the beast fully collapsed and stopped moving as the fire inside its body finally seemed to spread to the outside. Nezha made sure it's dead with some extra stabs before he huffed in annoyance. "...Weak. That wasn't even half a challenge."

As he got off the beast's corpse with his spear in hand, the beast's remains suddenly turned into a black, still somewhat burning puddle on the floor. Then it hardened once more, stopping the fire, before finally turning into some form of black dust that easily spread all over the ground with minimal wind around.

Nezha scoffed at the sight before he moved back over to your somewhat shaken form. Though, you looked more intrigued by what just happened. "Master, are you alright? It didn't hurt you, did it?" He asked with sudden concern as he inspected you for any wounds, cupping your cheeks.

"I'm fine, Lotus Dork", you said a bit muffled as he had his hand on your cheeks, squishing them just slightly, looking at you. He sighed in relief as he blushed a bit at that nickname, letting go of your cheeks. But then he noticed you frown at the sight of his own wounds. There wasn't many or even deep wounds, but he did get a few puncture or claw wounds on his skin. On closer inspection, you could see some black inside his wounds. Probably tiny bits from the beast's body.

"Don't worry, Master! It'll heal itself!" He quickly said. You hummed for a moment before taking his hand and practically dragging him down in the direction you came from earlier. He blinked in surprise as he blushed in embarrassment. It probably looked funny to passing servants, just seeing how easily you dragged your pink champion around, when he could just stop moving. But you were his beloved Master, the one in charge of him and his body. Whatever you wanted to do with him was law. But he was still curious. "Master- Where are we going?"

"To the med bay, duh." You said as you pouted at him, still dragging him along like a dog on a leash going to the vet. "I want to have your wound at least disinfected before anything happens."

Nezha chuckled under his breath, which was even more muffled due to his mask. "As if that could happen twice..."

After you forced him to have his wounds cleaned and bandaged, you asked him to take off his mask for a moment. As he did what you requested, you kissed his cheek, right where his old wound was. He blushed as he felt you reward him for taking action and staying by your side.

There was nothing he wanted more than you.

[ Masterlist ]

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 25: Knives - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You hated Natasha, and she hated you. Both working for opposing organisations, she was your natural enemy, so why did you always both seem to be naked by the end of the missions?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, enemies with benefits, discussion of previous injuries/purposefully cut with a knife, dom!Natasha, restraints, threats, possessiveness, blood (not much), knife play (sexually and threatening), sex toys

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Enemies: ‘a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something’. This person for you was the infamous Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, Avenger, SHIELD agent, assassin and walking weapon. She was a part of everything you were not: the good, the heroic, the saviours. Conversely, you worked for the little guy underground, cheating your way to money and glory. Some days you won, others Natasha bested you, it was usually equal footings which only made the natural contest between each other more exhilarating.

You know the saying, ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer?’ Well, this was you and Natasha, except, at some point, the fighting twisted to fucking.

There had been tension for years, and they constantly seemed to be crossing paths, trying to best each other with skills, weapons, and manoeuvres, but as they say, one thing leads to another. A punch to the face turned into a kiss and clothes being ripped from bodies, orgasms until passing out and waking to the other disappeared.

You hated this, loathed it, in fact. Despised that you looked forward to the next time that the two of you were fighting. You were addicted to her beauty, her taste, her touch. Even if you hated everything she stood for with her stupid Avengers friends and her stupid holier-than-thou job.

Today, you were tired, bruised, and so close to finding the hard drive that you’d been sent to retrieve. As a matter of fact, the palm-sized hard drive was safely in your clenched fist as you sprinted past the guards you had knocked out earlier, trying to escape the building you’d broken into.

As you arrived at the open window that had your wires still attached to hoist you up to the roof, this was the last sight that you saw before a burning electrocution stemmed from the back of your neck as you’re instantly knocked out.

The unbearable throbbing pain in your temple was what woke you from the deep slumber. Attempting to rub your face, you groaned, finding that your wrists were tied behind your back with handcuffs and ankles zip-tied to the legs of a chair.

“Finally, I was thinking you’d died on me, and oh, how unfortunate would that be for me?” came the heavily sarcastic, sultry tone of the woman you’d anticipated to have caught you.

You groan again in answer, head still hanging forward from your slumped position. You could easily get out of the handcuffs behind your back, having been trained from a child to deal with situations such as this. Natasha knew this as well, which only made these sorts of games exciting; however, today, you were simply too lazy and sore to bother breaking out of the restraints.

Your voice croaked from having such a dry mouth as you declared, “You have the fucking hard drive. Dod you have to tie me up as well? I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I’m in pain, Romanoff”.

The click of Natasha’s heels warned you that she was walking closer. Her slender fingers painfully gripped your chin, forcing your head to tilt back until you were looking up into her stunning face.

You flinch at the sharp pain that shoots through your skull, and it earns an unsympathetic look from Natasha as she sticks out her bottom lip. “Oh boo hoo, you’re having a bad day. That really is a shame, and you’ve lost once more. How embarrassing”.

“I fucking hate you”, you growled up at her.

“Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual, Sugar”. Natasha straddles you in the chair, sweeping her shining red hair over her shoulder as she continues to force you to look at her, but the pressure eases as she seems more sympathetic to you. “I stayed because I wanted to make sure you were okay; you took a long time to come around after I knocked you out”.

Sighing heavily through your nose, you continue to glare at her, not believing the nice mask she’d pulled on, knowing she would most likely switch it in a moment to boast that she had bested you. “It’s been a shit week, so I’m not in the fucking mood right now”.

“Oh yeah, I heard about your botched job in London. How embarrassing for someone like you to accidentally die too early and then get caught”, she returned to her mocking tone as she adjusted her weight over your thighs from where she was straddling you.

Rolling your eyes and attempting to look away from her, she squeezed your chin and forced your head still as her eyes hardened, tension tightening throughout her body as she leaned in closer so that your faces were nearly touching. “How could you get caught?! After all these years, you’ve never once made such a stupid mistake”.

Your heartbeat fluttered, something you hated when she showed any sort of concern for you, “Yeah, well, I did, and I got caught and beaten, and now, my boss is more than pissed at me, which is why she’s sent me on this stupid mission anyway. So can you please just give it a fucking rest? I don’t need to be given the fourth degree from you as well”.

Thankfully, Natasha’s hold did relax enough that she moved her face away so that you weren’t able to smell her intoxicating perfume anymore. Her brilliant green eyes became curious as they inspected your face in detail and then lowered to look over the rest of your body that was still covered in your tactical gear. “How hurt are you?” she asked, trying to assess the damage you’d endured.

Shrugging your shoulders, you answered unbothered, “My ego is more bruised than my body. No broken bones but plenty of punches to the ribs and stomach, but hey, at least they didn’t hit my face, right?”

Natasha smirked at this, releasing your chin to stroke a finger down your cheek, “You know, I don’t think I believe you”.

Frowning, you asked in confusion, “What? Why would I lie about bruises?”

“Because I know you. You like to play down the pain you’re in. I’ve given you the liberty of waiting until you’re awake, but I need to check how much they’ve hurt you”.

You eye her wearily, “Stop acting like you care, Romanoff”.

Natasha drops her chin onto her chest, looking up at you through her thick eyelashes in an innocent way. You swallow thickly, especially as she begins to inch closer, the atmosphere becoming heated, her full lips hovering over yours as she purrs, “This isn’t me caring. This is me checking my goods”.

You scoff, “I’m not your goods”.

Her head tilts to the side, “Aren’t you?” Her hand drifts from your cheek down to your throat, and you can’t help but glance between her captivating lips and eyes. For a moment, you contemplated breaking out the handcuffs so that you could close the distance fully and taste her.

“No, I’m not. Anyway, how are you going to check my body for injuries if I’m tied to this chair? Guess you’ll have to untie me”.

Natasha grins, but it unsettles you like she’d planned for you to point this out as suddenly her hand disappeared and reappeared, showcasing her trusty knife, “I’m going to need you to keep very still”.

For once, you were apprehensive, swallowing the thick glob of saliva that suddenly flooded your mouth. You knew she wouldn’t purposefully hurt you when it wasn’t during the mission; however, seeing her with a knife, knowing just what she could do with it, had you sitting incredibly still.

Starting with the collar of your shirt surrounding your neck, Natasha delicately sliced through the fabric. You held back a shiver as you felt the coldness of the blade as it tickled along your skin. Your eyes began to burn from the dryness of trying not to blink, keeping your stare on the woman still sitting in your lap. Even though she was beautiful, she was deadly, which only caused your arousal to deepen, your body betraying how you should be feeling at that moment; however, it was always the danger that thrilled the relationship more.

As the tip of the sharpened blade reaches your sternum, did you take a second to take in your surroundings over her shoulders. Thankfully, she’d managed to drag your unconscious body to a hotel, something you wish you knew her secret tricks as to how she did so without anyone questioning her.

The metal sliced through your bra and then disappeared from your skin, but only so that Natasha could reach behind you, still not taking her eyes off yours as the material was shredded from each of your arms so that she could expose your bare breasts. This was the first time her eyes flicked away to appreciate each of your pebbled nipples before the weight of her on your lap shifted as the Avenger dropped to her knees and began to cut off your tactical trousers.

As the knife skimmed over your thighs, Natasha’s passive voice began to contemplate, “I’m surprised you have a lot of trust in me to be running this knife up and down your body”.

Your eyes flicked between her fingers holding the weapon and those devastating eyes that seemed to bore into your very soul. “I think we’re at the point in our enemy-ship that if you were going to kill me, you would have done so by now”.

As the natural breeze of the room settled over your now exposed legs, Natasha moved to straddle your lap once more, cutting the last section of your shirt from your abdomen, revealing the worst of your injuries from the attack a few days ago. She emotionlessly examined it, her fingers ever so gently caressing the skin, which didn’t hurt for the most part but still had you tensing and flinching in preparation. Those captivating eyes seemed to deepen with an unknown emotion, her brows furrowing ever so slightly, but whatever she was thinking, she kept to herself as she moved away from the injuries.

The tip of the blade, remaining in her hand, now rested over your heart as you sat completely nude beneath her. Natasha tilted her head, a smirk beginning to form on her plump lips, “Just because I haven’t hurt you yet doesn’t mean that I won’t. You shouldn’t trust me”. Your eyes lowered to stare at her lips, which only lasted for a second as she cuts your skin, causing a tiny scratch to form and a single drop of blood to well to the surface as you hissed in a breath. “Oops”, Natasha shrugged, looking utterly unapologetic as she closed the gap as the tension was tight between the two of you.

You moan deeply into the kiss, pressing your face as hard as you can against hers, your nose squishing against her cheek. Each of your mouths open, allowing for tongues to dance, swapping saliva and neither trying to submit to the other. You wanted to be in charge, though; you’d let her to strip you naked with a weapon pointed at you. Still, you were having a shit week and wanted to have some fun of your own, especially as you knew all the right ways to get her to submit, especially when nibbling on a specific area of her body.

Your plan was forgotten about, however, as the knife is resting against your throat, so you are forced to stay completely still, even your mouth, with the threat of the blade cutting your skin. Your breaths were short and swift as Natasha sat back, regaining complete control over the situation.

With the weapon still pressed against your neck, keeping you in position, Natasha ran the tips of her chilled fingers on her spare hand down your torso, circling each of your delicate nipples before descending lower. It was hard not to move and not react to her touches, especially as her fingers grazed over your folds, teasing them apart so she could feel just how aroused you were.

Her fingers were glistening as she held them up in the lower light of the room. To your credit, you tried to remain impassive, not showing any signs of embarrassment, but the apples of your cheeks did still warm as Natasha pondered, “Some would say you need some help if this sort of play is turning you on”.

Before you can retort, Natasha is licking your juices off of her fingers, her eyes closing as she moans at your taste. You, in turn, drop your mouth open, eyes watching every single reaction she had to offer, releasing a desperate groan as she abruptly stood, taking a few steps away.

You thought about undoing the handcuffs and breaking free of the zip ties to chase after her; even with your injured body, you would fight past the pain. As she had said, you were good at hiding the amount of pain you were actually in, but right now, all you could think about was getting your face between her legs.

However, you were curious as to her plans as she seductively bites her lips, placing the knife onto the table nearby and then proceeding to remove her uniform slowly, making sure you were watching closely. As more of her skin was revealed, the more you were dampening between your legs, marking areas of her body in your mind that you wanted to lick or bite, wanting to have your own special fun with her.

“If you keep teasing me like this, I’m not going to wait for you to get back here before I make my move”, you assured Natasha, who only tipped her head back and laughed, shaking her head.

“You need to learn to have some patience, especially when the rewards will be so worth it”, she confidently responded whilst searching through the black rucksack on the table. Your mouth opened to sass her, but all words became lodged in your throat as she showed you the toys she’d bought with her.

A pink, double-ended dildo and a black vibrator wand. Your pussy clenched powerfully as you looked between the sex toys and her smirking face as she slowly began to stride back towards you.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Your audible swallow was answering enough as she pulled your hips forward slightly on the chair, which caused pain to ache throughout your body, but she didn’t apologise. With some gentle prodding and the right angle, Natasha was able to ease one end of the dildo into your hole until it couldn’t penetrate any further. With natural agility, she was able to straddle your legs once more and ease herself down onto the other end of it, causing the plastic to push deeper until she released a satisfied sigh.

She stayed still, giving you both time to adjust to the sensation of the dildo being inside the two of you. The head of the vibrator wand was bulky and cold as she positioned it between your bodies, and, with the way you were both slotted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, the wand could press against both of your clits.

Natasha doesn’t turn on the toy just yet, though, as she gets comfortable, leaning closer so your chests brush against each other, her mouth dancing along the shell of your ear as she whispers, “Didn’t think you’d get away with it that easy, did you?” Before you could question what she was referring to, the knife was being held against your throat once more, so you were forced to keep your head still.

Only when Natasha was sure you weren’t going to move did she finally turn on the vibrator wand to its lowest setting. You both moaned quietly, under your breaths, as the vibrations buzzed deep into your core, causing you to tighten around the dildo. Natasha ever so slowly then begins to roll her hips on your lap, riding the dildo which moved inside of you with her actions. As she grinds down, it pushes deeper into your cunt, and when she moves away, it begins to slip out ever so slightly, just to be pushed back in. It wasn’t as thorough of a fucking that a strap-on would provide, something that you were sure Natasha had hidden away in her bag, that she’d used many times before with you, but with the vibrator, it added just enough pressure that you were soon gasping for more.

Except, with the knife at your throat, you couldn’t open your mouth wide enough to gasp properly, as the movement would have caused the blade to push in harder and potentially cut your skin. Additionally, with the other restraints around your ankles and wrists, you couldn’t properly roll your hips to find any further stimulation; you simply had to sit there and be entirely pleasured under the control of Natasha.

The way her body was moving against yours was irritating the injuries over your body, but you would never complain, especially as it felt so good to have her this close to you, pussy dripping and coating the seat, just as much as hers was with your lap.

Natasha’s eyes shuddered closed as her rolling of the hips became more frantic; her moans were louder than yours, which only made you more aroused. If you didn’t have this knife on your throat, your lips would have been sealed around her nipples, sucking and biting them to bring her closer to her orgasm that was building and threatening to explode.

Again, this all just added more to the scenario. How you could break out of the cuffs and swap the role, easily swiping the knife out of her hand if you wanted to, but after the week you’d had, you had made peace with the fact that you were going to sit on that chair and be fucked by the dildo.

You were so hypnotised by watching her pleasure that when she turned the vibrator up in settings and, your own orgasm suddenly tightened in your core and tingled down your thighs had, your eyes snapping shut, lips quivering with the tumbling of groans.

“You wanna cum?” Natasha asks, not stopping in her movements. All you could do was grunt a yes in response, still being cautious of the knife at your throat. The woman above you laughs, tilting her hips back slightly on your thighs so that the vibrator is no longer pressed against your clit, “Nope, I want to cum first, then maybe I’ll let you cum”.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you screamed in frustration, but thankfully, the pressure of the knife eased as Natasha’s focus was on her pleasure. Her hips continued to fuck the dildo, which was still moving in and out of your hole, giving you some sort of satisfaction but not enough to feel as good as she did as her eyes rolled back.

The noises and shivers running through her body were beautiful, and your mouth dropped open in awe, wishing one more that you could be kissing or licking her in some way. She trembled through her orgasm and eventually sagged as relief blazed in her eyes as they returned to looking at you.

Without another word, her hips begin to move more vigorously, the dildo pounding into your cervix as the wand is pressed deeply into your clit, on an even higher setting that was near to being overwhelming. Your ankles and wrists were aching from tugging on them in instinct, wishing to move with the barrage of pleasure pulsing through your core.

It didn’t take you much time before you were screaming just as loudly as Natasha through your orgasm. As your head slumped forward against her shoulder, it was then that you realised the knife had moved away as she held you for a moment, hand fingers tickling the delicate skin at the nape of your neck.

Natasha pulled back first, hands cupping your cheeks to draw your attention back to her. “If you ever get into any of this trouble again”, she huffs, pointing to your wounds. “I’m never letting you cum again”.

With that last message, she stood, pulling out the dildo, which was drenched in both of your juices and the vibrator. She disappeared from sight, going to the bathroom to clean the toys, and a moment later, she returned, now dressed in her usual day clothes and packing her bag.

You slump in the chair, watching her move, waiting for her to undo your bindings, but she continues to ignore you.

“Are you going to untie me?” you ask with all the sass that you could muster.

Natasha looks at you over her shoulder with a sinister smirk, “Nope”. Slinging the rucksack over her shoulder, she stalks over, tilting your head back so she can lean down and peck your lips harshly. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Cya later, Sugar. Stay out of trouble”.

Without giving you time to answer or even sigh in frustration, she's out of the door, leaving you naked and strapped to the chair. Taking a moment to gather whatever energy you had left, you skillfully removed the handcuffs, broke free of the zip ties and began to look around the room, hoping she hadn’t just left you there without any clothing to wear.

Thankfully, there was a bathrobe, which was enough for now. Pulling it on, your hands slipped into the pockets automatically to find warmth, but instead, your fingers wrapped around the hard drive that Natasha had purposefully hidden in there for you to find with a note that read, “I still win”.

[snowywolf1005]

ONE PIECE X CHIMERA READER

-Tittle-

"The truth"

In the battle of Onigashima. You transform the original chimera form, and then the evil scientist(Dr. Howl) gets your blood in the bottle and drink.

Dr. Howl transforms a gaint original chimera with red eyes, skin of black, a head of male lion. You attacked him and fell to the hole that law made while battling with big mom.

Dr. Howl fell to the lava, and you survived when kaido was defeated. The people started looking for you, even the Luffy crew, law crew, kidd crew, and (C/N).

Until they found your chimera form laying on the ground, not breathing. But your human body is inside the chimera body like Attack on Titan where people transform into titan and their body is inside.

Zoro grabbed his sword and cut your stomach, but medium. (C/N) decided to go in and find an organs that might be your body inside once she took it out, zoro cuts the organ.

But nothing, then (C/N), realize something, something that is terrible, and it's her worst nightmare. She went inside your body again and grabbed another organs.

She asked zoro to cut, and he did.

"What is this?!" Said Nami, then (C/N)

Then, a huge clump of hair bones, "did (Y/N) ate somebody?" Said Law with surprise look. "Animals that swallow their prey in whole spits out the indigestible parts at once. However, (Y/N) use it to fuel for her fire breath instead," said (C/N).

Then (C/N) found something surprisely, she put her hand inside the clump, everyone was gross out. (C/N) pull a hair, "a strand of hair! could it be..." Said yamato.

"Let's sort through it. We might find human bones." Said (C/N), everyone got some buckets and cleaned the bloody bones. Then Robin saw bloody pictures that reminded her something.

Then it hits her, "Hey, isn't that..." Robin held the picture in front of everyone. Luffy remembers the picture, and he snatches the picture. "Hey! (C/N) Look! This picture!" When luffy was about to say something.

Everyone stomach dropped when (C/N) held a skull and said something that made everyone jolt. "(Y... (Y/N)"

"No.." said momo, "(Y/N)" saying that name makes everyone just drop. Some people cried, some people looked away, and some people didn't want to look away.

But (C/N) has a plan. She got something out of her bag, a book (like thistle book from delicious in dungeon). "(C/N), what are you doing?" Ask Law, "I know a spell that brings (Y/N) back to life." She said.

Everyone looks at (C/N) has she flip the page. "What are you talking about?" Said jinbe.

"The greater the damage one's flesh, the more likely their soul is to depart. The main reason some resurrection fails is the soul's departure or the incomplete restoration of the body." She says.

"So, what do we do?"

"Bring a revivifer and resurrect her right here. But it requires twice the calories of the damaged parts to restore her. They'll need to bring a substantial amount of fresh blood and flesh along."

"But they'll rot on their way here..." But Kidd was cut off by (C/N), "I done this before, so I'll do it again." She said, "(C/N), what do you mean?" Luffy asks.

"I'll explain later, but we have an abundance of fresh blood and flesh right here." (C/N) points the chimera corps. Everyone understands now what she is about to do.

"Are you going to resurrect her? Using chimera flesh?" Chopper asks, "I've been silent about it because I didn't want to alarm you. But I specialize in the study of ancient magic that's forbidden now."

"I think using that is the only way we can bring her back." Robin wide eye realizing of what (C/N) is talking about. "Black magic? (C/N), you said that magic is dangerous if the government knows about this. Who knows what gonna happen!" Said Robin

"I know, but it way to bring my cousin back." She said, "Okay." Everyone look at luffy, "bring (Y/N) back, " he said. (C/N) nodded. She grabbed a knife and cut her hand.

(C/N) grabbed her staff and drew a mark on the ground, drew a circle of (Y/N) skeleton and the chimera corps. (She also stacks (Y/N) body skeleton to place)

After she had done, she placed her staff and said the black magic spell. "O Pillitsham. O Villaru. Casuzameo Rotokt Artumcuks."

Then everyone started to hear some whisper, making them creepy out about it.

"O Kunquikeo. Eoktum Kome. Tumao Elm Finktow Kenesfo. Aoewauk Aentujon. Tumao Elm Finktow Kenesfo."

The chimera corps blood observe (Y/N) bones and begins to form her body. "Aoewauk Aentujon..." Then (C/N) faint, "(C/N)!" Said Franky, chopper came up to (C/N) and check on her. "Don't worry, she just fainted," he said.

Law look at (Y/N) body that cover of blood, "did it work?" He said, luffy came up to (Y/N), kneel down. "(Y/N)?" Then (Y/N) eyes open, then cough, "(Y/N)!" Luffy screamed.

"Her air passage is blocked with blood." Said Chooper, "try to stay calm and spit it out." He said. (Y/N) throws up with blood, giving her a chance to breathe.

(Y/N) look at luffy and everyone else, "Guys..." She said, luffy hug her so as everyone else. Nami cried so as the others.

"Wow, you have feet now!" Luffy shouts, it's seems you know a human body, but still you can transform a chimera but half body.

Later...

"Okay, (C/N). Tells us what happened." Said Law, with luffy, kidd, and the other crews. (C/N) let out of the sigh. "Okay, I'll tell you what happens."

It was a long time ago, when (C/N) and (Y/N) was little, they love magic. (Y/N) want to be the best wizards of all. They're at the library of (C/N) store.

They're playing hide and seek. Later, when (C/N) was hiding, a book hit her on the head.

(C/N) see a book with one eye with feathers on it. She doesn't know what it is, so she took it to show (Y/N) the book. Then, (C/N) and (Y/N) were at the forest, looking for items to make spells to study.

They want to learn spell, so they can go on an adventure, but a chimera appears out of nowhere and started to attack them.

(Y/N) push (C/N) away before the chimera eats her, but chimera caught (Y/N) and ate her alive. (C/N) was horror and frustrated that he grabbed the book that she had just found.

And use the spell, then kill the chimera. Then (C/N) passed out, and when she woke up. Then she realized what had just happened. She ran up to chimera belly and cuts open with the small knife.

(C/N) search (Y/N), then found her but realized she was already dead. (C/N) flip the page of the book, searching any spell to bring her back.

Then (C/N) found the spell to bring (Y/N) to normal, she cas the spell, she read very close so she won't mess up.

Finally, (C/N) cast the spell by using chimera corps as (Y/N) corps body. When she finished it, something went wrong.

(Y/N) has the chimera lower body. When everyone realizes what just happened, the news spreads, and the government wanna lay hand on chimera (Y/N) and the black magic book.

They ordered the marine to capture them and bring to them, they did. But (C/N) use the spell to teleport her and (Y/N) somewhere else.

And started their own journey.

[honey-ros3ss]

Bloody and Grimy

Daryl x fem!reader

!fluff/angst season 4 prison era

"What are your thoughts on this?" you asked, turning to face Daryl and showing him a purple top. "Hmm, don' like it" he grumbled. "Well, I think it's cute and I'll just wear it at home," you replied smiling, trying to lighten the mood. "Then why yea' ask?" he mocked, mimicking your tone. "Hmm, I don't know," you shrugged. As you walked around, your eyes landed on a zipped-up, long-sleeve green shirt.

"Oh, baby, look at this!" you exclaimed, holding it up for Daryl to see. "Wha'?" he asked curiously. "Year' boobs will be... out" he pointed out. "Really? It's a zip-up anyway," you defended.

"Oh," Daryl sighed.

Grinning and shaking your head, you decided to search the area to see if you could find anything else. As you reached out to turn the doorknob of a storage closet, Daryl called out your name. Startled, you quickly turned around. As you made your way towards Daryl, you heard growls. Swiftly, you spun around to face four walkers. "Shit," you muttered under your breath. "Daryl, there are walkers!" you exclaimed loudly, hoping he would hear you.

You swiftly draw your knife from its holster, easily stabbing one walker in the head and forcefully pushing it back, causing another walker to fall. You focus on the two limping walkers closing in on you, you raised the knife to slash into the head of the one on my right.

However, the knife becomes lodged and unable to be removed. As the other walker continues to approach, you stop the attempt to retrieve the knife and search for an object to defend yourself. Unfortunately, you're unable to find anything around you.

The walker finally reaches you and leans its weight on you making you stumble down, you immediately extend your hand to keep it away from your face. You scan the area and notice the walker fall down in a swift, recognizing the arrow you know its Daryl.

Daryl quickly runs towards you forcing his knife into the walkers skull. The body collapses on you as you felt relieved. He rips the walkers body off of you, concerned, he quickly checked if you had any bites. "Are yea' okay, hun? Did yea' get bit?" he asked with worry. "Yes, I'm okay, and no, I didn't,'" you replied with a slight smile. He kissed your head and hugged you. "What about you? Are you okay?'"you mumbled into his chest. "Yeah, I am." You let go of the hug to retrieve your knife from the walker's head.

As you were about to wipe the blood residue on your pants, you noticed how dirty and grimy your shirt had become. "Ugh, my shirt is ruined," you dramatically sighed. "Really tha's wha' yer' worried abou' ".

Ignoring his remark about the situation that just happpend you remembered about the clothes you found. "Daryl, where are the clothes I found?'"

He looked at you with a questioning look then pointed to where you had initially been. As you searched through the pile of items, you found the shirt you were looking for. With a smile, you replaced the bloody and grimy shirt with the nice green one. Turning to face Daryl, you noticed his cheeks turning red. "Soooo, you likey?"

'Its nice but-' he pointed to your breasts. "Babe it's nothing I can jus-" "tk" looking at your hand there's the zipper. Before Daryl could say anything you walked up to him and kissed him "Let's go".

Not sure if I love this lol, hope you guys enjoyed!

[fortune-fool02]

A Knight's Duty

Knight Jack Krauser x Royal female reader

Summary: It was his duty to protect you, and he would ensure no harm befell you.

Warnings: Brief panic-attack, comfort and fluff.

I would like to thank @stop-pressing-e for this idea and inspiration. Thank you very much for reading this!

Please enjoy.

He was doing it again. You could see it out of the corner of your eye. Krauser's eyes were locked on the man who was speaking with you, waiting for him to make a wrong move so he had a reason to intervene. The hilt of his knife peaking out every so slightly.

You enjoyed it when he did. How protective he could be over you. As your personal body-guard and appointed knight, it was his job to keep you safe but Krauser took it one step further than that. He was your shield. The reason you are untouchable, even among other's of nobility. Previous assassination attempts on your life had ended in nothing but failure thanks to Krauser's dedication and bravery, part of the reason why King Saddler had him appointed as your personal knight. Not that you had any complaints of such.

However, the man in front of you was still donning on about something. What was the conversation about again? It hardly mattered, most of these types of parties and gatherings always drew in the same types of people: Those wanting to cosy up to you in hopes to get in good with the King. Hoping to have but a taste of what your bloodline could offer them, with Las Plaga so rich in your veins, to grow their own power. It was a joke. All of it.

With a soft sigh, you raised your hand to silence the man, showing that you were getting bored now before your turned and sauntered off to get your drink refilled. The music and abundance of conversations all around you melted together into a great whirring of sound, making it hard for a single thought to settle in your mind. A pounding had settled in the base of your skull as well as behind your eyes at this point and fresh air never felt so compelling. Shifting through the thick crowd of people wasn't easy without getting stopped or someone trying to start another empty conversation with you. Faces distorting themselves before your eyes, voices slurring together into a muffled sound that only machines could make. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating even, as the air within your lungs was being squeezed from you. The Plaga within your system squirming and churning in response, seeking immediately relief; demanding it. The pounding in your skull continued, a hammer being repeatedly struck against your skull with the intention to shatter the bone.

A grip latched onto your shoulder, gentle yet firm, and another around your back onto your waist. Warmth pressed against your side, and a soft voice whispered by your ear.

"Calm down. Come with me." At this moment in time, it was hard for you to determine the owner of that voice yet you obeyed, as you had nothing else you could do in that moment. The person's grip remained present, guiding and gently, leading you through the wave of people towards the blessed sight you had been trying to seek. Outside.

A chilly breeze stroked past your skin, peppering your face with sweet kisses that never tasted so sweet. Your hands reached out, gripping onto the metal railing of the balcony, the cold metal a comforting sensation in general. You swallowed as much of the night air as you could, counting mentally with every breath you took and hearing your heartbeat in your ears slow down and even itself out. The parasite also calming itself, settling back down into a relaxed state. It was only now you noticed that more blackened veins had spread along your skin before they faded with the parasite's irritation.

With one final deep breath, you exhaled slowly before turning your attention to your guide. A small smile tugged your lips at the sight of Krauser standing at arm's length away though his eyes held concern. These little attacks were not uncommon and he had enough experience to know how to help.

"Are you okay, my liege?" He spoke softly, his hand itching to reach out but he didn't want to push further. Your smile grew a little more at this, stepping closer to him and bringing your hand up to his scarred cheek. His skin was warm beneath your hand, the raised line of skin of the scar course to the touch, but you found it beautiful.

"I am now, my knight." You were thankful he was close by, like a shadow latched to her own shadow, Krauser was always there. As long as there was breath in his lungs and blood in his veins, he would be there for her. No matter what.

"You were looking for an excuse to leave that party too, weren't you?" You teased, earning a soft chuckle from the man. His hand raising up to yours on his cheek, holding it there as he lightly leaned into your touch. Something he always did when he could.

"You know I can't stand those damn things." He pressed a soft kiss on the palm of your hand. "But my concern is all for you, my [Name]." he leaned in closer, his lips pressing another soft kiss on your forehead where the symbolic makeup was, the symbol of the Plaga. A sign of royalty.

"My duty is to protect you, by any and all means, from any and all threats." The way he repeated the vow he took as your knight made warmth swell within your body. He was a blessing in every way you could wish him to be. And he was yours.

[mx-jinxous]

I wanted to get this out last night due to me being busy today with my bday, however I got too sleepy to function. Better late than never. I will try to take everyone to the best of my abilities, but depending on tumblrs restrictions I also have it up on my ao3 here

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |

The last time he felt this level of unclearness, had been when he beat his keg stand record, followed up with too many shots. He’d been a junior trying to chase popularity and ended up waking up on a stranger's bathroom floor. Safe to say the hangover felt shitty, like a knife tapping the inside of his skull in rhythm with his heartbeat. This was worse.

His body was freezing, which emphasized the aches that plagued his body. If he was honest with himself, he was surprised his body had fought off illness for this long. Not having a balanced diet or a proper shelter was a decent way to get sick and without insurance, he was just going to have to power through it.

A shiver rushed through Steve’s body, and the young man used all his strength to bundle the blanket around him. A hand stopped him when it pressed against his forehead, causing a groan to escape from him. He tried to bat the hand away, another hand pressing his back down by the shoulder. Someone was saying something, but the words were garbled like he was listening from underwater. It made the throbbing in his head worse and weighed down his body. All Steve wanted to do was go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, his visitors decided that that wasn’t on his schedule. He was grounded to alertness by gentle slaps to his cheek. With a growl, he attempted to slap the hand away, only for his wrist to come to a jolted stop. Against his body’s protest, he cracked his eyes open, expecting to see Gray. The man in front of him was far too young to be the security guard.

“Ah, there he is.” The man smirked as he slapped Steve’s cheek again before backing away.

“Careful guard, he is still ill.” A woman’s voice came from beside him, making the young man take in his surroundings.

The room was bland and dated by at least a few centuries, with nothing much for decor aside from a few chairs and a sofa. To be honest he felt like he was in an exhibit at the museum with a lack of character. If that was the case then he was going to be in a world of trouble with his boss.

Fingers snapping in front of his face brought him out of his head. The shaggy-haired man was looking irritated with him like he expected an answer. Steve only stared back, refusing to speak with how shitty he was feeling. Shaggy Man seemed just as stubborn, leading to just both of them staring back one another down. It came to a stalemate when the woman spoke up. “Guard, if you would please state your business. I am in charge of the captive and you are impeding my healing.”

“He does not require healing, not until we receive the answers, which is more important if I should remind you.”

“You can not interrogate a dead man. You are allowed three questions but do not trouble him. He must rest.” The woman seemed to mean it if the shaggy man’s silence was to answer. He glared at Steve, who was done with this conversation and wanted nothing but pain relievers and sleep.

“What is your name?” He rolled his eyes at the guard before directing attention to the doctor. “How did you get into the burial chamber?” His silence only seemed to anger the guard. “Answer now!” He growled, grabbing Steve by the forearm. He pulled his arm into view, pointing at his wrist. “Where did you get this!”

The glimmer of gold was all it took to recall the events of last night, his body filled with fear and anxiety, the young man trying to escape the bed. He was jerked back into place by the restraint on his other wrist, his eyes traveling to what held him captive. It was a cuff chaining him to the bed, keeping him trapped once more, at the mercy of these strangers.

“Focus!” The shaggy man growled, drawing Steve’s attention back to the guard. “How did you get this bracelet?!”

With a scoff, he pulled his arm free. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I’ll gladly give it to you.” As to prove his point, the young man went to pull it off, only for it to stay fixed in place. He struggled with it before the guard threw his head back with a groan.

“It is magically locked in place you nitwit. Until we break the spell it will remain adhered to your wrist.”

“Magically? Is this some kind of joke? What are you going to do, pull a rabbit out of a hat?” He scoffed at that, glaring at Steve.

“Stop being ridiculous. Do I look like a summoner to you? Also, what would a rabbit do to solve your issues?”

“Wha-?”

“Alright guard, my patient needs healing and rest. Please allow me to do my job as I allowed you to. You can finish your interrogation once his health has returned to a more lucid place. I will call for you at such time.” Steve expected a retort, an argument to break out due to whatever drugs the guy had been taking. Magic wasn’t real, despite the bracelet being adhered to his wrist, or the night before with the statue. Maybe he’s just been sick and it was all a fever dream. Gray probably found him and he’s in some kind of historical hospital.

“Just keep him locked up and send for me when he is coherent again.” Without a response he left, slamming the door. The woman tutted before turning her attention back to Steve.

“I apologize for his attitude, he is just cautious. My name is Joyce, I am a healer. I have waited till you woke up before asking to heal you. I can do it magically or with traditional methods. I know some humans are averse to magical methods, however, it will relieve your ailments in time for the guard's second round of interrogation. I understand he will not be swayed again. The king requires information on how you got into the burial chamber. “

“You too? This is definitely a fever dream. There is no such thing as magic, it's all smoke, mirrors, and illusion.”

“Oh dear, you must have hit your head. I assure you I am a rather talented vitamancer and you will need all your strength. I am sure King Kas will be ruthless when he comes to question you.”

Steve froze. The nightmare seemed closer to reality at the mention of the statue. Had he been kidnapped by the marble man, taken to some crazed cult that believed in magic? It was too much to focus, covering his eyes with his forearm. He couldn’t bare to face the king, especially not in his current condition. He felt faint, the world spinning as he tried to calm himself.

“Oh sweetheart, do not panic. I will make sure you are well enough if you allow me.” Joyce held a hand up, glowing a faint yellow, and offered with a kind of smile. She seemed sincere, calm, and patient. She made Steve’s freezing body feel warm and he found himself nodding. He doesn't recall the next few minutes beside a glow before the world returned to dark.

Joyce left him under the guards at his door, nodding at the two as she warned them to leave the intruder to rest. Her robe dragged behind her while she strolled up the castle stairs, to the king's private office. It’s where he felt the most confident in addressing issues with his advisor before the court. To say she wasn’t surprised that the others were already there delegating to one another. Her arrival went unnoticed as the king's personal guard and guard commander were arguing. Kas stood, rubbing his temple, Joyce noting the headache that was forming.

“He has been uncooperative, delusional, and quite frankly an ass.”

“You were not there when the guard retrieved him. He looked like a traumatized wet dog. I highly doubt he is lucid enough to even register where he is.”

“Chris, Gareth, please calm your voices.” Kas groaned, looking up to see the newcomer. “Joyce, you have spent time with the intruder. What do you have to say about him?” Eyes dragged to the healer, one of the elders of the advisors, looking to her as the voice of reason.

“It is hard to say. He has been incoherent most of the times he awoke. The fever has taken a toll on him, affecting his memories. He seems lost on how he got here and magic as a whole. I did heal him and he is resting. The guards are aware that the only visitors outside this room are food delivered by the guards. Once he is awake and fed, then we shall be able to question him. You have my sign Liffey.” Joyce instructed.

“Understood, then I will personally accompany Gareth. If this stranger is working for Lord Vecna and infiltrated our walls then we will retrieve all the information possible with any means necessary.” Kas demanded.

“His clothing was certainly strange.” Gareth huffed.

“He will get a moment to state his case, I for one am looking to get some answers about our dead man walking.” Kas sighed. “Joyce, once he is alert and fed, calls for us.” The woman nodded, excusing herself. She left, taking a detour to the castle garden. In the center were her twins, Will and El, practicing magic. They were playing with a bush of roses, wilting before returning to their vibrant state. Unlike her eldest, the twins had been born as diviners, much like their paternal grandmother. Their father was the only non-mage in their unique family, her three children house unique magic.

She watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of the youngest taking joy in their magic. Looking off to an opposing garden corner, seeing her eldest, Jonathon backed against the gardener. Argyle was a down-to-earth Druid, who seemed to take a fondness for her son. Joyce knew the two were closer than friends, it was clear how the druid grew a flower and tucked it behind the younger healer's ear. Young love always warmed her heart, to see her children happy.

Pulling away, she called out for lunch, planning to check on Steve when they finished. She didn’t make it past the appetizer before Gareth came running into the dining hall, with a patrol with him. Joyce stood, concern painted on her face at the notice of their city gear. “What is going on?”

“I will stay in the castle. If he tries to attack then I will be here for the king.” With a nod, the young guard had the patrol out of the castle grounds.

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[chaotic-orphan]

Febuwhump: Day Fourteen

Prompt: blood-stained tiles (febuwhump prompts)

TW: blood, bleeding, knife wound, gunshot wound, fingers in gunshot wound, knife mentioned, gun violence,

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Whumper knew there was someone in his house when he reached his street. He frowned, hand going to the gun concealed under his jacket as he walked down the garden path. There were no signs of obvious entry, but Whumper knew. He could feel the slightly laboured breaths from inside. His frown deepened when he realised that he knew who those breaths belonged to. He took his hand off his gun and went for his keys instead.

He unlocked his door and stepped inside, dropping his bag by the door. He continued into the house, leaving the lights off. His intruder knew he was here, knew exactly that Whumper knew they were there. He left the lights off for more of a dramatic effect.

“I would advise against breaking into the house of someone who can detect you from streets away,” he said, turning to the intruder who sat with their back against Whumper’s oven. That wasn’t what drew his attention though. It was the amount of blood that was on his beautifully charcoal tiled floor. Whumper pulled out a chair and sat down at his table, staring at Whumpee.

“Do you know what’s really inefficient about you?” Whumper asked, reclining back against the chair while Whumpee fumbled in their pockets for something. Their hands came out, stained with the dark red blood, stark against Whumpee’s pallid face. Whumper noticed the white knuckled grip tight on a box of Marlboro as Whumpee pulled one out and dangled it loosely between their lips.

Whumpee kept Whumper’s gaze the entire time with their usual stare that was a melting pot of all Whumpee’s emotions; bored, superior, empty. Whumpee grabbed the lighter from the box, a shitty corner shop one with a skull on the side. The flame gave Whumpee’s face a little life, a little colour. It made their face a little more human, made the contours and the shadows darker but highlighted skin pulled over bone and muscle.

Whumpee didn’t reply as they cupped the lighter, more out of habit to shield it than any real threat of it extinguishing. Maybe to shield it from Whumpee’s own cold stare Whumper mused and laughed a little to himself at the thought.

Whumpee dropped the lighter into the box, then dropped the box onto the blood-stained tile they were currently bleeding all over making the charcoal even darker Or, more accurately, was bleeding all over. Whumper suspected their wounds had healed by now.

“Hey. Did you hear my question?”

“Yeah,” Whumpee replied. They let the smoke cloud their gaze and for a brief moment of reprieve Whumper didn’t have to stare into those soulless, dead eyes. “I heard ya.”

“You musing on the answer? Or are you thinking of answering in the next year?”

Whumpee scoffed. “You’re so needy, Whumper.”

“Yes,” Whumper replied deadpan. “I’m the one bleeding all over your beautiful kitchen right now.”

Whumpee didn’t reply. They just lifted their shirt as if only now remembering that they were injured at all. The wound wasn’t completely closed just yet, in fact… it looked as if it was still bleeding, but it would be another couple minute at least until Whumpee would heal. Whumper frowned at it, Whumpee healed fast – something like warning bells sounded in the back of Whumper’s mind but no… there was no way.

“Relax. I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

“The smell of your stale cigarette smoke, however, won’t be,” said Whumper with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Whumpee’s left index finger twitched. An emotional outburst on Whumpee’s account.

“I’ll clean up after myself,” said Whumpee, taking a long, slow drag of the cigarette. The house was quiet enough that Whumper could hear the cinders sizzle at the end of the cigarette like a dozen little sighs. An extension of Whumpee’s mood.

“Oh please,” Whumper scoffed, getting up from his chair and stalking over to the light switch and flicking on the light. “You couldn’t clean up after yourself if there was a gun to your leg.”

“Head.”

Whumper blinked. “What?”

Whumpee let smoke out through their nose. “The expression is a gun to your head.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Whumpee. Did I stutter?” Before Whumpee could answer the question, Whumper brandished his gun with a flourish and shot Whumpee through the thigh. Whumpee let out a strangled cry, bending over their leg with a string of curses as Whumper crouched so he was eye level with Whumpee. He placed the muzzle under Whumpee’s chin and tilted their head so he could look into Whumpee’s dead eyes. They glinted like sepulchre in the moonlight, lifeless and temporarily in pain. “To your head, was it?”

“I’m not here to fight.”

“No, you’re just here to bloody my clean floors and irritate me.”

“Whumper, listen—”

Whumper’s hand moved in a flash and a second later a bullet went through Whumpee’s shoulder. Whumpee’s ears rang like a bomb going off and distantly they were aware that they were screaming, their body curling around the gun on reflex. Whumpee’s hand shot up to grab onto Whumper for support. Letting out a long growling groan through gritted teeth, seething as they sucked in a couple of breaths.

For a while they stayed like that, like statues carved out of stone. Whumpee under Whumper, white knuckled grip on his arm, head against his forearm to take deep steadying breaths and breath through the pain.

After a couple minutes the ringing lessened. Whumper ran a hand through Whumpee’s hair and tilted Whumpee’s head back to look Whumper in the eye.

“I’m listening, Whumpee,” Whumper said with a sweet smile. “I’m still waiting for an answer to my original question.”

“How my power’s insufficient?” Whumpee asked, exasperated. Whumper’s hair tightened in their hair in warning. Whumpee searched their mind for some excuse that would satisfy Whumper. “Probably because it’s only healing and not immunity to pain?”

“Ehh,” Whumper said, mimicking the sound of a buzzer being wrong on a game show. “That’s the reason your power is so fun.”

To emphasis his point Whumper pressed the heel of his shoe into Whumpee’s thigh. Whumpee let out a groaning hum, hitting at Whumper weakly.

Whumper let his foot up and smiled sweetly at Whumpee. “No Whumpee, the reason your power is so inefficient is because of the mess you leave. If you could just not bleed everywhere, everything would be perfect, you know that?”

Whumper crouched again and dug a finger into the bullet hole in Whumpee’s shoulder. Whumpee let out a mewling cry of protest, but Whumper just kept hurting them. Whumpee grabbed Whumper’s wrist with both hands and for a moment they stopped Whumper’s painful intrusion.

A moment was all they needed.

“He’s back,” Whumpee said quickly, the words coming out in a pained rush. Whumper stiffened. Whumpee let out a stuttering breath as Whumper retracted his hand only to grip Whumpee’s jaw. Whumper stared into those cold eyes and found fear glistening behind them.

“He’s back,” Whumpee repeated. Whumper’s eyes widened slightly.

“What?!” Whumper demanded, his grip tightening on Whumpee’s jaw. “What do you mean he’s back?”

“I got home and he was just in my apartment,” Whumpee whispered, their voice wobbling.

Whumper let go of Whumpee altogether and stood with a short huff of air. “Why didn’t you just run?”

Whumpee looked up at Whumper. “He was waiting behind my fucking door, Whumper… with that vile flesh ripping dagger he loves so much. It wasn’t like I stopped to have tea and a catch up with him!”

Whumper glanced down at Whumpee again. Then crouched and lifted Whumpee’s shirt. The knife wound was still healing. Whumper remembers that blade taking days for Whumpee to recover from.

“You’re not even lying, are you?” Whumper asked, more to himself than to Whumpee.

“Why would I lie about this?” Whumpee asked, their voice taking on a slightly hysterical undertone.

Whumper’s grip tightened on the gun in his hand. Fingers curling ever so slightly more than he had to as Whumper slid the safety back on and tucked the gun into their shoulder holster. Whumpee didn’t speak anymore because they knew Whumper’s mind was whirling, thoughts forming, making leaps and jumps that Whumpee never could. Analysing every word Whumpee just said to get to the real reason he was back.

“Did he follow you?”

“No,” said Whumpee.

“Are you just saying that, or do you know for definite?”

“I don… I don’t know. Shit. Fuck, Whumper… I’m sorry I— I had to run, and I had to warn you and—”

“It’s okay, Whumpee. I doubt he’ll come. He will have known you ran to tell me after you left so there would be no point.”

“He’s going to do it again,” Whumpee whispered, “isn’t he?”

Whumper pinched his lips together and stood. “Honestly Whumpee? I have no fucking idea…”

“What are we going to do?”

Whumper straightened at the question, his easy confidence falling over his limbs like an entire costume rather than just a mask. His shoulders relaxing and his usual smirk on his face as he glanced back to Whumpee.

“Who’s the needy one now?”

“I’m serious.”

“I know,” Whumper replied. “Well, for now there’s nothing to do. Any bullets left in you?”

“No,” said Whumpee begrudgingly.

Whumper nodded. “Good. Then once they’re healed you can clean my bathroom and have a shower. I’ll wrap the knife wound for you and then we’ll… I don’t know, order a pizza or something.”

“You’re letting me stay?” Whumpee asked, their breath hitching.

“Of course.”

Whumpee’s entire body flooded with relief at Whumper’s matter of fact tone. They opened their mouth to thank, actually, genuinely thank Whumper when he spoke again.

“After all you’re the only one who can get close enough to kill him.”

Whumpee’s smile turned into a scowl as they wrapped an arm around their stomach and another, they hooked over Whumper’s countertop to hoist themself up. “You could have at least pretended that you were worried for my safety.”

“I’m worried about my bloody tiles, Whumpee, and how best to rid myself of two pests that refuse to leave me alone,” said Whumper, running a hand through his hair. He let out a long sigh.

“I knew today was going to be a bad day,” said Whumper. Whumper walked out the door and into the living room. “I’m going for a shower. You know where the mop is, and don’t – I swear for the love of God, Whumpee, if you bleed anywhere near my couch, I will kill you myself. Understood?”

“You’re such a dick.”

“I mean it,” Whumper said, holding a finger in the air in warning as he disappeared down the hall.

[mossyflowers]

Tossing this art here so I can ramble abt my Cipher, thoughts below the cut because i've come up with a lot of stuff for him :]

Early life-

His real name is Ciro Palomo, which mean lord and pigeon respectively. However, the name Ciro also sounds a lot like cero, which is the Spanish word for zero

He was born around that gulf area in Sapin that bordered both Osea and Belka before the borders were moved

His parents were allegedly perfectly happy, well off, and could have taken care of him, but decided to leave him at a small orphanage instead. Essentially leaving him with nothing, including no memories of them.

Due to a wide variety of reasons, he didn't learn to speak until he was five, and didn't bother speaking much after that anyways due to no one wanting to listen

A lot of his time was spent wandering OUTSIDE of the orphanage, since he couldn't stand being stuck inside with all the other kids. He'd spend most of it staring at where the ocean met the sky and trying to imagine himself somewhere inbetween it

He also spent a lot of time interacting with some of the adults in his town, with some older women who'd moved to the town to escape the recession in Belka especially taking a liking to him. Telling him a lot of superstitions and other little things from their home, including a few myths about fairies

There was a baker who'd sneak him food that was taken off the shelves and a few days away from going bad, just so he could have some treats every now and then

When he was 17, a group of mercenaries came to town that he ran into while he was out. Eventually convincing them to take him with them before they left town. This was also the group that taught him how to fly.

The squad was called Extraño, which (I hope) translates to Stranger in Spanish

His first and original callsign was zero, as the group preferred to use numbers and he was essentially their first member with "zero" experience.

Cipher did not know how to read until one of his wingmen eventually taught him how to once they realized this.

It was his flight lead who drilled it into his skull to not shoot down neutral targets, insisting on pride above their paychecks.

They flew together for five years, before they took a contract with Ustio some time in September by the name of Operation Thresh. Where they were sent into the Round Table and attacked unexpectedly by another squad.

All of them died except for Cipher, who managed to survive shooting down seven enemy pilots alone, as well as a crash due to a sudden engine failure from sustained damage.

He managed to walk away with only a few severe burns and some damage to his nose. He wasn't happy about the fact he got to walk away.

The Belkan War-

After Extraño squad's deaths, Cipher became increasingly detached and began taking more dangerous missions while taking more risks in the air due to a mix of resentment and survivor's guilt

Cipher also kept a guitar from One, a pocket knife from Two, a rubik's cube from Three, and a notebook full of sketches from Four.

He originally signed on to work with Ustio under the impression he would NOT last long during the war.

Was both very hesitant about Pixy and confused by his behavior. He was pretty confident that Pixy would live longer than him, but still didn't want to get too close in case anything did happen.

The first mission at the Round Table and Pixy saying they'd survive was essentially a massive slap to the face that resulted in Cipher starting to open up to others again.

Alcohol was originally seen as a necessary evil to him for getting new contracts at dingy bars. He started enjoying it after Pixy kept dragging him to the bar on base, though.

He and Pixy would usually end up cuddling in the same bed if one of them got drunk enough, starting after the liberation of Directus.

Liberating Directus also got him to cry a little in his jet, and was one of the proudest and best moments of his life.

During practice and drills, he would purposefully try the craziest maneuvers he could just to see if Pixy could keep up.

Pixy also got him to start reading more.

Being called a demon was something he actually took pride in, until Hoffnung.

After Hoffnung, he stopped taking pride in a lot of things.

Pixy's betrayal hurt him a lot more than he let on, and he spent a lot of time wondering if there was anything he could have done differently before it happened.

PJ was like a little brother to him <:)

Despite everything, he thought the duel over Avalon dam was extremely romantic and attractive

Cipher also decided to disappear on the same night/morning after all the stuff with AWWNB and V2 happened for a lot of reasons. Mainly not wanting to be seen as a hero or remembered for what he did, though, there was also a lot of guilt over what happened to both PJ AND Pixy

Post war-

As soon as he could, he moved to what was left of Belka and into the city closest to Avalon Dam

Working with different groups of volunteer and rebuilding efforts helped him get into construction.

He still does contract work, but instead of being a mercenary pilot, it's mostly either construction or music performances.

Cipher also does a lot of street performances with his guitar, with him having a specific spot in the park near Avalon that he goes to perform at fairly often.

At some point, he gets a degree in music theory from a local college.

He ends up performing the music for his own documentary ten years later, too.

After the documentary, he tracks down Pixy again. The two of them work out most of their stuff eventually and end up getting together because they deserve it I think <:)

Misc stuff-

Cipher doesn't know when he was born, but I like to think it was 6/6 just so it'd be an extra punch to the gut.

He's Sapinish and was born and raised there, but doesn't have a very strong accent.

Has a chronic case of resting bitch face, unsurprisingly.

He also struggles a lot with emotions, specifically internalizing them after he realized getting mad at people who killed people you cared about and then killing them doesn't actually fix the fact the people you cared about are dead. It's easier to make him happy than it is to get him mad.

Thinks a little too much and tried to use flying as a way to cope since it cleared his head a lot

After his squad died, he also became physically incapable of speaking while flying as a trauma response. This also applies any time he's in the air, or somewhere that reminds him too much of flying or the sky.

He knows how to swim and is actually very good at it

Ended up learning how to walk silently as a kid to sneak out and never unlearned it

Somehow managed to completely train out his fear of heights and falling as a child on accident.

His first flight lead was the one who taught him how to play the guitar

Cipher was also a bit of a cunt before he went through his whole character arc during the war. He'd purposefully try to end missions as soon as possible and screw over other mercenaries he was flying with if he thought they'd try and shoot something they shouldn't

He's got a huge soft spot for kids and is actually surprisingly good with them

Also has a soft spot for pigeons, even if he's not great when it comes to getting them to not immediately fly away from him

Very sentimental, he collects things that other people give him and goes out of his way to take care of mementos from all of his dead wingmen.

Refused to die unless something killed him (nothing did, so he just left in the end)

He feels really bad about what happened to Belka after everything

[ghostlywritings]

Interrogation.

Summary: You're an accomplice of a wanted drug lord that has been under the radar for years. Until on the day you're to meet with him, you get taken into custody hoping to get any information out of you that will lead to his arrest. However, Ghost has some interesting interrogation tactics.

Warnings: Smut with some plot, very rough oral, slight blood play, slight knife play, mention of breeding, slapping, choking, coercion, use of slut/whore, no explicit consent, overall intercourse is on the rougher side.

A/N: This is my very first work ever! I hope you enjoy it might not be the very best but I tried to make it as perfect as possible. I hope you enjoy </3.

 Never would I think this day would happen, but maybe that’s just what happens when you become too cocky, the world will find a way to humble you. Years ago you were down on your luck until one night a man in an expensive suit, well more expensive than anything you’ve ever seen, approached you with an offer that seemed to be too good to be true. A life full of luxury, all the days of constant worries about where your next meal was going to come from would be no more. You were piss poor, nothing to lose at this point, you didn’t have to hear another word to tell him you were in. You would do anything to experience the amazing life everyone else seemed to be living. You meet with the mysterious man. His name Ludovin Petrova. He sold drugs. Lots of drugs. But needed help moving them, which is where you would come in. My job was simple enough. Move the drugs into the states without arising suspicion. Ludovin needed a woman to do this since you would be less likely to arise suspicion of even being capable to carry out such an operation. You get the drugs to the drop-off location and receive 100k. Seemed easy enough. You did a test run and went without a hitch. The second time, better than the first. You were making money so fast that you didn’t even know what to do with it anymore. Every single time it became easier and easier. You couldn’t stop now, you had to keep going. That’s until one night you were to meet Ludovin at the pickup point. He didn’t show. You met at the same place, same time, every two weeks. He was never late. Never early. Always on time. But something didn’t feel right. Did you mess up the dates? Were you at the wrong location? Before you could even call Ludovin to ask what the fuck was going on. A swarm of men comes out behind the shack where you were supposed to meet Ludovin, guns raised. You were arrested and taken to a holding center. You were engaging in illegal business but weren’t given any other explanation as to why you were there. You’ve been in here for what seems like hours. The clock on the wall would say otherwise though. You’ve been in here an hour max. The boring grey walls with no decor could drive anyone insane, to be honest. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when two men walk through the door. One holding a manilla folder. He has a green tactical vest over a plain short sleeve black shirt. Stubbled covers the lower half of his face, his hair styled into some sort of Mohawk. However, the man behind him is much more interesting to look at. He’s big, no huge. 6’3, 6’4. He’s so big he has to duck under the door frame. He wears the same clothing as the first. But he’s wearing a skull mask. You can’t make out any features but his eyes. Any skin around his eyes is covered in black. He’s muscular and incredibly toned. One of his forearms is covered in a tattoo that you can’t entirely see. His hands were covered by black gloves. Curiosity takes over you. What was the reason for the mask? Better yet you’d love to find out what was under the mask. They pull the chairs across you and sit. The first man speaks in a Scottish accent. 

“I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here right now…well at least to a certain extent.” He states.

“Mmm can’t say I’ve been a very good girl lately.” You sigh. Was this the point where you refuse to talk about anything else because you might talk too much and ask for a lawyer? That’s what they always do in the movies anyways. 

‘I’m sergeant “Soap” MacTavish and this is Lt Ghost”. You can’t help but to scuff. Ghost. Really? What a pretentious name.

“Is something funny?” MacTavish stares at me head on as if trying to intimidate you; it was working, you can’t make him think that though. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t petrified right now.  

“Uh no continue”, you try giving an apologetic look. 

“Like I was saying, you were arrested today for your involvement with Ludovin Petrova.-” You cut him off maybe denial would be your best bet right now.

“Don’t know who that is and before we continue further with this…..interrogation I want a lawyer here present, with me.” Soap and Ghost share a side-eye look. 

“Do you not know how much shit you’re in right now? This isn’t an arrest because you got too many speeding tickets, sweetheart. You’re heavily involved with a man that’s been on the most wanted list for smuggling an insane amount of drugs into the country and selling and exporting young women for sex trafficking. You don’t get a lawyer. You either tell us everything you know to help arrest him or you’re going to be spending a very, very long time in prison. As far as anyone else is concerned they don’t even know you’re alive. We can get rid of you once we’re done here and no one will know.” 

“Woah wait what? Sex trafficking? Uh sure I was moving drugs here and there but I wasn’t doing anything with sex trafficking let's get that straight”. Now you were really starting to panic. Sex trafficking? Was it dumb for you to just assumed Ludovin was only in the drug business? Jesus Christ. If you weren’t before you were definitely fucked now. Who knows what other things they had on you. What if they try pinning any random thing they find out on you?

“I thought you didn’t know him? No?”, Soap questions.

“Never said I did, I said I just moved drugs here and there.” You tried talking with confidence but were lying through your teeth hoping they wouldn’t notice how hoarse your voice started to become. Your mouth was so dry all of a sudden, your words only coming out as a small squeak. Who was going to get you out of this big ass mess? You didn’t have anyone. At least you couldn’t think of someone right now. Who would you even call let alone try to explain any of this, “Hey mom I got arrested for moving drugs for a huge drug lord who was also dabbling in sex trafficking but I didn’t do any of that stuff just the drug stuff!!!” God this is so fucked. 

“Well since you say you don’t know Ludovin maybe this will jog your memory a bit, eh?” Soap opens the manilla folder pulling out various photos. Some are of you on your first run. Others are taken of you meeting with another mover. One is even you in your home in a heated conversation with Ludovin. Another of Ludovin and you discussing a plan over dinner and another of you leaving his home in Mexico only two weeks prior. 

“Still wanna claim you don’t know this guy?” What can I say now? No, I don’t know him? You try to think of something quick but your mind is blank, Nothing, not a single excuse or lie could save your ass right now. So you sit there in silence. 

“Ludovin was supposed to meet with you today for your drop off but he didn’t sho-“

“I already told you I don’t know anything.” You say sharply.Denial would have to be your strategy for now till you figure something else out.

“I don’t think you’re understanding what’s going on here, you have no choice no one is coming to get you as far as anyone is concerned you’re dead. No one even knows you’re here. It would be in your best interest to help us figure out where the fuck your boss is at or you’ll end up dead.” Mactavish was growing with anger standing up from his seat to pace around the room when his phone begins to ring. 

“Mactavish what have you got for me?” He speaks into the phone. You try to make out the conversation from the other side of the line but it's too quiet. “I’m on my way” he ends the call closing the burner phone and putting it back in his pocket. “Price needs me to go deal with something I’ll be right back and keep an eye on her will ya?” With that said he leaves the room and it’s just you and “Ghost” now. If they wanted you to talk they should have had him interrogate you instead. He didn’t have to talk to intimidate you or do anything for that matter. I couldn’t tell if he was intimidating given the certain circumstances or was it because you couldn’t stop thinking of what was under the mask. He had to be attractive under it just by looking at the whole package. He’s tall and muscular. His muscles practically bulged out of his clothing. He readjusted himself in his seat. Still not taking his eyes off of you. What you would pay to know what he was thinking about right now.

“I can ask you a question?” No response. “Okay…do you, you know wear the mask all the time? Like do you wear it when you’re having sex?” I move closer across the table trying to get a better look at him but mostly to tease him. Having to readjust my arms as the handcuffs strain against my skin. “Now that's something id pay to see.” I can’t help but laugh like an idiot. I feel like an angsty teenager but I did want to know but mostly because I wanted to find out for myself. “I’ve never had sex with a guy wearing a mask before but I’m willing to try anything once.” Ghost crosses his beefy arms across his chest. Still no response. Geez, rough crowd. “Alright, I get it not much of a talker…” Enough with the failed flirting you had to find a way to get out of here. With just one of them here you could probably take one of them on. Of course, it had to be one of the biggest men you'd ever seen but you had to at least try. One of the handcuffs was loose enough to slip out of if you tried a little harder. Once loose you could just kick up the chair Ghost was sitting on. While he’s on the floor you can bolt for the door. You don’t know what the fuck you were gonna do after that but you'd have to figure it out once you got there. Oh god, here goes nothing. In a swift motion, you pull Ghost’s chair towards you using your legs causing him to fall to the ground. Yanking your hand out of one of the handcuffs you make a run for the door. You yank the handle. It’s locked from the outside. Ghost right behind you slams you against the door. An unbearable pain starts at your nose, blood already splattering all over the floor. Ghost throws you on the table you’re scrambling to hold on to something to keep you from falling over. 

“Are you always that fucking stupid?” Ghost spits out. There's a hint of sarcasm when he says it like your failed attempt was something to laugh about. Taking the handcuffs and looping them once again under the metal bar on the table making sure the cuffs are tighter now. You wince when he tightens them. Any movement and they were practically cutting into your wrists. 

“Ahh so he speaks, I was starting to think you were mute”. You say, hoping to break the tension once again. Red droplets of blood start to drip on the table. You try using the sleeve of your shirt to stop the bleeding. You have to move your whole body to get close to your arms, moving your arms toward your face is too painful now. “Also not really but I thought I would have at least tried,” you reply. Even trying to escape was rather embarrassing of course the door would be locked from the outside you were being held in a secret facility. “Shit I think you broke my nose too”, you suck in a breath. You try to not touch your nose the pain becoming more excruciating but at least the bleeding had finally stopped. Ghost comes up to you hooking his finger under your chin and angling your face towards the light to further examine the damage he had done.

“Hmmm maybe”, is all he says while taking a look at your nose. 

“Dick” is all you’re able to murmur under your breath. That’s all he was gonna say? He couldn’t even offer to clean you up or get you a tissue? Anything? 

“What was that?” Ghost is quick to hear what you said even though you practically whispered the insult so quietly you weren’t even sure if you said it out loud or it was just in your head. 

“I said you’re a fucking dick, you enjoy beating on women or something?’ You say it louder this time making sure that he heard it. Ghost still looks at you only letting out a quiet sigh.

“I don’t have a preference love, I do what I have to.” He replies in his deep British accent. “How would you like me to treat you instead? Do you want me to treat you like the whore you like to act like?” “Hmm?” He’s right behind you talking into your ear. All of a sudden the room is starting to feel 10x smaller than it was 5 minutes ago. “I asked you a question.” He presses on. His voice was extremely serious, any form of emotion was gone from his voice. He’s so close now you’re sure he can hear how fast your heart is beating now. He uncuffs you from the table. He holds onto the back of your shirt positioning you on the floor on your knees. 

“If you want to act like a whore I can treat you like one too.” He says. You're stunned, speechless and your mouth seems useless at making any words of protest now. He starts to unbuckle his belt from his blue denim jeans. He pulls out his dick and boy does it match his build. It's big. 8-9 inches rock solid, beads of pre cum teasing the tip of his cock. He holds it in one of his big hands, despite his hand being so large it only holds half of his dick. All you can do is just watch him. He grabs the back of your head forcefully pulling you closer to his cock. Your scalp burns with how rough he is with you but he doesn’t care. He drags you by your hair as if you were a rag doll. His gloved hand slaps your right cheek, a prickling pain starting from his slap and you can feel your cheek start to heat up.

“Open your fucking mouth slut”, is all he says. You comply opening your mouth as wide as you can. His cock is so big he’s not fully in your mouth and he’s already hitting the back of your throat. You gag at the sudden force he uses. Tears already starting to form in your eyes threatening to fall down your stinging cheek.

“Oh come on don’t tell me you can’t take it?” He teases. You try again taking his cock into your mouth and using your hand to jerk off whatever didn’t fit in your mouth. He pulls you by the hair off his cock slapping you again.

“Did I say you could fucking touch me?” He barks. You’re in shock by the sudden slap. You take him in your mouth again and make sure you’re only using your mouth now. Your attempts at giving head weren’t good enough. His glove-covered hands hold the sides of your face as he starts to face fuck you. His cock stretching your throat, you can feel him sliding in and out.

“I’ve had whores do better than that” is all he says as he continues to drill his dick into you. You try to fight off your gag reflex as much as you can. Tears from your eyes are practically streaming down your face at this point. He slides out of your mouth. You gasp for air trying to catch your breath. He lifts you up by the collar of your shirt throwing you against the table again. Bracing yourself he grabs your arms and handcuffs them to the bar once again. He pulls a knife from one of the holsters on his leg. Pulling your jeans down he uses his knife to cut your panties off. He nicks the side of your thigh, it's very subtle you barely feel the knife scraping you, but it stings. Bent over the table you stay frozen in place, not knowing what to say. Ghost is on his knees his mask at level with your sex. 

“Oh that poor little pussy,” he says. Taking his dick in his hand he softly glides into you. It doesn't take you long to realize why he said that. He feels even bigger inside you. Your walls stretch in an attempt to take all of his length in. It burns and you swear he could just split you in half with his dick alone right now if he wanted. Despite how rough he had been with you he was showing some remorse. He stayed in place for a couple of minutes letting you adjust before slowly moving in and out of you. 

“Holy fuck” is all you manage to mutter out. Despite the pain that came with his length he felt amazing inside you. 

He begins to speed up, the small room being filled with sounds of skin slapping. His groans become deeper and louder. He snakes a hand around your shoulder grabbing you by the neck and squeezing you so you're against his chest him still pumping into you. His mask is right next to your face the material scratching your cheek that he slapped only a few moments ago. 

“Now when that nice Scottish man comes back your gonna answer all his questions, right doll?” He whispers in your ear. 

“I-I can’t” you can barely speak but you know you can’t talk if you even make it out of here alive Ludovin’s men will find you and even kill you for speaking. Using the same knife Ghost used to cut your panties off he holds it to your neck. 

“I’ll ask you again think of a different answer okay? Plus you’re so close to cumming I can feel your walls closing on my dick trying to milk me. Don’t you wanna come?” He replies.

“You’re a fucking dick”, you bark back at him. He still has the knife pressed to your neck. Surprisingly it doesn’t intimidate you, you’re more concerned about finishing right now. 

“Please you know I can’t do that” you’re practically begging at this point. Pleading.

“Can’t or won’t, love?” He starts to pick up the pace you’re so entranced into the rhythm you can’t even focus your so close you can practically reach it. 

“Answer me you fucking slut or I swear I’ll stop right now”. He’s yelling at you now.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll say whatever just please let me come I’m begging sir,” you respond. 

“Now I’m sir? Oh, you are a whore,” He laughs at your pathetic begging. It doesn’t take long for you to feel a tightening in your stomach again. You’re so close. He starts to speed up in and out in and out. You throw your head back in absolute ecstasy as your orgasm ricochets through your whole body. Ghost guiding you through your orgasm.

“There you go atta girl,” is all he says as you go utterly limp over the table. Ghost slides out of you. All the juices that were inside you start slowly slipping out of your sex dripping onto the back of your thighs. You’re still frozen in place but Ghost unlocks the cuffs and removes them from your hands, roughly turning you around so that you’re facing him. He grabs you by the hips lifting you and pinning you to the wall. Wrapping your hands around his neck he repositions himself back inside you. His vertical movement forces you to move up.

“Please I can’t anymore,” you whine. Despite the pleasure he brought you he was so rough with you, you were completely worn out.  

“Oh come on you can give me one more? Can’t you?” He says. You don’t reply but hold onto him tighter and hide your face into the neck of his mask. You can feel his throaty moans coming from his chest, his breathing becoming more rapid. 

“Christ, I’m about to cum, should I cum inside you? Do you want my seed to shoot up inside you? I’ll come inside you and let it drip out of you when I’m done.” He holds onto your head whispering into your ear waiting for an answer. “Wouldn’t you like that huh? For soap to come back and see a big puddle of my cum in your chair and you’ll have to explain to him that you were being a little whore? Tell me how badly you want me to fucking breed you right now.” 

“Fuck please, c-” it was so hard to even make a coherent thought. You’re so overstimulated if it wasn’t for him keeping you up you would be jelly on the floor.

“Come on use your words like the good little slut you are.” He replies.

“Please come inside me sir I am begging please I want your hot seed dripping out of me.” You can barely finish your sentence as you can feel yourself again hitting your peak. You squeeze Ghost closer your legs starting to become numb from being around his waist while his cock drills in and out of you. 

“Fucking shit just like th-.” Before he can even finish his sentence you feel his cum shoot into you, his strokes becoming sloppy and lazy. You’re right behind him squeezing every last drop of cum his dick has to offer as you cum. Ghost releases you from around setting your feet on the ground. You attempt to stand on your own nearly falling over, you reach out for the table to catch yourself. Ghost takes your panties and throws them in a trash bin nearby. He grabs ahold of your jeans holding your ankle to signal you to move your leg into the pant leg so he can slide them back on for you. He sets the chair behind you so you’re able to sit. Gently he takes your hands cuffing them to the bar once again, except this time he doesn’t tighten them as much as he did the second time. It was funny seeing him this way now. He was so rough and harsh with his words. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it but all of a sudden he was being so nice and gentle with you. Ghost takes the chair across from you again staring blankly ahead. As if on cue the door clicks open and in walks Soap.

“Holy shit what the fuck happened”, he says surprised. You suddenly become aware of your appearance. You probably look like shit from Ghost smashing your nose in and slapping you around. 

“Not much but I’m sure she’s ready to talk now”, is all Ghost replies. 

[bayothemayo]

Hello~~!!! ヾ(´⌣`)ノ Hope this is allowed but can I request HCs for Akira Kurusu x Reader, where reader is based on Yor from spy x family?? Shy, timid, a bit clumsy and a terrible cook in her usual life — but in the metaverse, reader is more efficient and is, i guess, 'bloodthirsty' when taking care of shadows (╭ರ_•́) ?? Oh and also, just a tiny bonus: but reader getting flustered when she gets caught during the heat of the moment, insecure or embarrassed up to you tbh (you can choose whether or not to include this in the writing, all up to you bab) ANYWAYS take however long you want to write this and no need to rush!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and stay SLAYINGGGG

Akira Kurusu with an S/O who is like Yor from Spy x Family

Note: I haven't seen Spy x Family, so I apologize that this isn't what you wanted. I looked at the Spy x Family Wiki and watch some compilations to get more of an idea of what she is like a little bit more. It might not be good. You stay slaying too!

You were pretty shy when you first met Kurusu.

And straightforward

"Why are you staring at me?"

Then a few different events later, you two start to hang out.

Kurusu notices that you are a little bit clumsy at times.

He notices that you're an awful cook. He can simply smell a few feet away.

He offers you that he can teach you to learn how to cook. You gladly accepted.

It went terrible.

The food taste awful despite Kurusu's guidance.

You kept on apologizing to Kurusu of all your cooking failures. He keeps resurging you that you will be a good cook with practice.

Though one time, you put...something into the curry. Kurusu doesn't know what it is, but it made the curry purple and have a smell that could kill.

He asks you what you put into the curry, and you showed a posted from someone named Amagi Yukiko. He looked more into the account made by Amagi Yukiko. Needless to say, that blog is banned in the kitchen.

Akira also notices that you look...a little more interested into the blades in the kitchen. He keeps that in his mind.

When the two of you started dating, he notices that you can't handle affection like a kiss. Your shyness basically presents itself loudly. He understands if it's too much for you and can wait when you are ready.

You feel like you're not being a good lover due to Akira declining your hang-out invitations.

He always let you know that you are the best lover ever.

One day, you got curious about what he does. That was the day Akira learned another part of you.

You got transported into the Metaverse. Surprise and shock fills your mind as you look at Akira and his buddies. They were the Phantom Thieves.

A girl with big goggles points you out, making the rest of the gang looking at you with shock.

You asked on what they were doing.

A guy with a skull mask responded, "W-We're just cosplayers!"

"Wow. Pretty cool cosplays. Are the big guys cosplayers too?" You pointed at what you didn't know was, shadows.

The Phantom Thieves get into formation. Akira, who his friends called him "Joker", tells you to get back. He tells you that they are doing a "quick play"

Wanting to see this play, you went back and watch. You saw these things called "Personas" being summoned. You just thought to yourself, "Cool holograms."

Then you notice the blood. The blood isn't fake. You know that. The group is failing. They are being defeated in this "play."

Akira yelled out for you to run, you did the exact opposite. You approach this "man." Who looks like demons.

You felt anger going through your veins. The demon charge at you. Akira yelled. Before the demon strike, you took out your knife and stab its head. You kicked it out of the way as you start to attack the other shadows. The Thieves watch in amazement as you savagely fight the shadows. You dodged quickly from the shadows attacks. In one of the fire attacks, you barely miss, as the heat of the flames softly touched your skin. You stab, beat, kick, punched, whatever you did in order to protect Akira.

After all the shadows perish, you turn to look at the Phantom Thieves. Your serious look turned into shock as you are trying to find an excuse.

"I-I also do p-plays! Y-Yeah! S-Sorry..." You cover your face in embarrassment

The blonde guy turns to Joker, "Dude, we need them in our team."

Thus, you were given the code name "Thorn"

[sugolara]

𝘼𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙

ft. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, Shota Aizawa and his eldest daughter must survive from the flesh eating monsters in hopes that Eri is still alive. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

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Surprisingly, the truck had gotten them far until it stopped on the highway just outside Musutafu. They kept quiet as a single rotter stopped by Shota’s door and tried to get him. He looked at the mirrors and upon no sight of any dead, he opened his door slightly ajar, grabbed his hunting knife and stabbed it’s head. 

The blood gushed touching Shota’s hand which made him sneer. Eventually, the rotter died and fell on the ground, the blood still pouring out. Shota pulled his hand back and wiped the blood on his jeans, “We’re going to look for a car.” 

F/n nodded and grabbed the bat as they both climbed out the truck, “Should we leave the supplies here?” 

“Yeah.” He thought for a second before looking at the cars that surrounded them both and walked up to a gray car, “We won’t be too far.”

She nodded again and proceeded to check the white car that was on the side of the road. She searched the front seat but seeing nothing useful, she checked the back seats where one gray luggage was at. 

She grabbed it and let it fall on the road next to her feet. She crouched down, unzipped it and began rummaging through it. Nothing but a few packed clothes, toothbrush, soap, a picture of a couple who seemed old, and a phone. 

She smiled at the sight of a phone as she lost hers, however, her smile died as the phone didn’t seem to turn on. She let out a sigh and dropped the phone before looking for her dad. When she spotted him, she continued onto a different car making sure to stay close to him. 

Reaching a red car with tinted windows, she stared at it for a while unsure if she should open it, considering she could hardly see inside. She did listen for any growls, but when she heard nothing she decided to open it. 

Opening the door slowly, she let out a satisfied smile as she saw no dead. Halfway in the car, she reached for a store bag that sat in the passenger seat. While grabbing the bag, she hadn’t realized a rotter was right behind her. 

The rotters growl had alerted F/n and when she turned around, she screamed from how close it was to her with its hands trying to grab her. She fell on the driver seat, tears forming her eyes as she tried to kick it, “Dad! Get away from me!”

Shota, who heard her daughter's screams, instantly got out of the car and made his way to her. However, her screams had alerted a few nearby rotters and got in the way, making it difficult for him to pass. He pulled his knife and tried to slash them. He worried for his daughter as the dead made him back up, distancing himself from her. 

As F/n kicked and kicked, another rotter appeared frightening her. Her hands clung to the items next to her looking for some sort of weapon. She used her other leg to kick the other rotter and when her hands came in contact with a set of keys, she let her legs go and the two came forward. 

Before they could bite her, she quickly swung the keys into the first rotters skull that eventually fell on her, making its blood stain her clothes. She then looked at the second one doing the same action, repeating until the seats and dashboard were dripping in blood.

She noted how the bodies seemed heavy as they both laid on her. She groaned in disgust, dropping the keys as her hands had blood as well as her clothes. But despite almost dying, she couldn't believe she had just killed her first rotter.  

Shota shortly arrived, his clothes also stained in blood. He quickly removed the rotters body of his daughter and when F/n stood up, he hugged her feeling relieved, “I thought I almost lost you.”

“Are you okay? You didn’t get bit, right?” He then checked her for any bites.

“Dad, I’m fine.” She shook her head and then revealed a set of keys to him, “I managed to find keys.”

He let out a sigh of relief, patting her head, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

She smiled and hugged him for a moment, her eyes looking to the dead below them, “Should we get the supplies in the car?” 

“Yes, but stay next to me.” The two then went back to the truck and began to unload the items to the new car. They fit the four boxes that contained canned food into the trunk and placed the waters, produce, blankets, a box of batteries, flashlights, candles, pencils, notebooks and crayons in the backseat.

Before Shota sat down, he grabbed a blanket and placed it on the bloody seat so he didn’t sit on it. With the two inside, Shota turned on the car and once again continued forward. While driving, F/n reached back grabbing two water bottles, a strawberry and grape inside its package, “Grape or strawberry?” 

“Grape.” Shota said and received the open grape package while F/n kept the strawberries. They ate slowly to savor the taste as they knew this would most likely be the last time they would ever have grapes and strawberries along with other stuff.

Shota avoided a car, “Maybe, when we get to Sorston we can have a warm meal.”

F/n eyed the sunset, the shades of orange, pink and yellow stared back at her, “...Are we really going to stay there? After finding Eri?”

He could see her slowly eating from the corner of his eyes. He smiled, a smile he would only share with his daughters, “Of course. Of course we will, F/n. It’s a start…to something new.”

She hummed and watched the dying sun, stars had begun to show and soon the moon had come up. She had reached behind and grabbed a blanket to keep her warm. The moon was the last thing she viewed before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

As she slept, Shota continued to drive. He wouldn’t stop until he reached an area where it might seem safe so the both could sleep without the worries of the dead coming from behind. With supplies and a car, all he hoped for was to see Eri before death creeps on him.