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squeakyfir · 1 year

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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

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The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 16

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And thus began the Vendetta ride. All through Cochise county, through Arizona to New Mexico. Wyatt knew this was going to be filled with bloodshed and how right he was. Wyatt would charge his horse through a window of a Saloon and shoot every cowboy inside it. Texas Jack, Creek Johnson and Sherman McMasters would also have no fear and charge into buildings and shoot the cowboys as well. Even you along with Doc would take some out. There was one instance in a hotel somewhere in Arizona where a cowboy was spotted.

You and Doc were stealthy as you got up the stairs and you kicked the door in and aimed your new shotgun at the cowboy. "Nobody move" you yelled, only to quickly realize that there were two naked women in bed with the cowboy. "Nonsense" Doc said, "By all means, move". You gave him a side glance and he walked out to take out another cowboy, leaving you to take care of the one in bed. It was an easy kill. After that, the ride continued, all throughout Arizona and it would eventually head to New Mexico.

Wyatt was out for blood. And so were you. Those cowboys took your best friend away and made your other best friend lose the use of an arm. You and Wyatt wanted revenge and the others knew it. They didn't dare to question it and offered their help, which was greatly appreciated.

More bloodshed was eminent when a tip about more cowboys being in Mescal Spring, Arizona was brought up. Especially Curly Bill. You all dismounted from your horses about half a mile away and went off, eventually reaching a small pond in a clearing in the woods. You were all being cautious and kept your guns out. Wyatt stood behind a tree and looked out, seeing nothing.

Suddenly, gunfire from across the pond shot out and nearly hit Wyatt and you all quickly dropped to the ground for cover, firing back. It was the cowboys. As you reloaded, you all heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Wyatt! How the hell are ya"!? It was Curly Bill. More gunfire was coming towards you all and there wasn't much you could do. "I got some boys over there behind ya! Got ya in a little crossfire. How do ya like that" Curly Bill yelled out but was then almost hit by one of Docs bullets which made Bill laugh.

"Come on! Think of something fast, would ya" McMasters yelled out. You were beside Doc and then heard Wyatt. "No".

"Wyatt" Doc asked. "Hey, Wyatt".

"No". Wyatt then stood up after reloading his shotgun and was now walking out into the shallow pond. "WYATT" you screamed. Curly Bill looked and saw Wyatt coming into the crossfire and was amazed but didn't waste a second to come towards him. "No" Bill yelled to stop the bullets. "Let me"! Bill started firing at Bill and was miraculously missing every shot until he eventually ran out of bullets in his six gun.

"No"!

"Son-of-a-bitch" Bill yelled and aimed his shotgun at Wyatt.

"NOOOO" Wyatt yelled and aimed his shotgun at Bill and fired twice into him, killing him immediately. All the cowboys were shocked and started firing at Wyatt but were also missing their shots and Wyatt took them down easily. You and the others quickly arose to join him and were wiping these cowboys out. When the remaining cowboys in this fight knew they wouldn't stand a chance, they fled. "YEAH" you yelled out, "YOU BETTER RUN YOU MOTHER FUCKING PUSSIES"! Texas Jack, Creek Johnson and Sherman McMasters were stunned. They had never heard a woman curse like that before.

"Where'd you learn words like that" McMasters asked.

"It's a long story" you replied. They wanted to know. It's not every day in this time period that you hear a woman curse like a sailor. You all headed back to your horses to plan your next move and Doc was laying on the ground, leaning up against his saddle he took off his horse. You sat beside him and were browsing on your phone, looking through the pictures and videos, just to see Morgan and Virgil again. You being from the future was already explained to the others and after an exhausting explanation of modern times, they seemed ok with it. They just wish they could see it with their own eyes.

"Did you ever see anything like that" Texas Jack asked Creek.

"Hell, I ain't never even heard of anything like that" Creek replied.

"Where is he" McMasters asked, referring to Wyatt.

"Down by the Creek" Doc replied and was also coughing a bit. "Walkin' on water".

"Well, let's hope he's got another miracle up his sleeve. 'Cause if I know Ringo, he's headed straight towards us. Well, if they were my brothers, I'd want revenge too".

"No, make no mistake. It's not revenge he's after. It's a reckonin'" Doc replied and was now standing up. You quickly put your phone away and made sure he was ok. "I'm fine, darlin'". He then started coughing harder and harder. "Doc" Creek Johnson said to get his attention. "You ought to be in bed. What the hell you doin' this for anyway"?

"Wyatt Earp is my friend".

"Hell, I got lots of friends".

"I don't". Normally, you would reply by saying, "Mood" but you said something different. You stood next to Doc to place a hand on his shoulder and said. "I don't either. But I got you. I got Wyatt and all of you. And sometimes, having only a few is better than none".

"Oh" Doc said sarcastically. "So, you see me as a friend now"?

"No! I see you as my soul mate" you said confidently. That little statement made Doc freeze and the others smile. "Is that so" Doc asked. "Well, I hope you'll be satisfied to know that I feel the same way about you". Your cheeks started turning red and was quickly acknowledged by the others which made you roll your eyes. "Listen, Darlin'. If I ever get better, after this is all over, I want to do somethin' I never thought I'd do".

"What's that"?

"You'll find out, soon. But for now, let's finish this".

#will add more tags later

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gargoyle-doyle · 8 months

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W.B Obbly's Obelisk Observer Society (@lyndwyrm0)

John Felton Death and Life Post 💔🗡️

John Felton, who had very kindly decided to strike a swanky pose with the knife before killing Mr Villiers. (Richard Sawyer, 15 May 1830, nearly 200 years after Felton died, so for a corpse, he's looking pretty good here) ^

Felton is a mystery man, possibly born in Suffolk in possibly 1595, but since he didn't slide out the womb with FUTURE ASSASSIN branded across his forehead, no one cares much enough to keep track.

His life continued in obscurity until the 1620s where he is on record for the Cadiz Expedition of 1625, which was backed by Villiers and went about as well as a military operation would go if you were blind folded and had your hands tied together. Plenty died from starvation and disease and the reputation of Villiers was on the decline. Which is fair enough when you consider this killed around 7000 men and lost a handful (62) shops. (Which is more ships lost than Odysseus and you do NOT want to be like Odysseus). I fucking hate Odysseus.

Felton had some in-between gigs but nothing too major until the anglo-french war in which he was rejected to join Villiers fleet. But two months later in August 1627, Villiers said something along the lines of 'yeah go for it' and Felton was off the bench and on the team, now serving as Lieutenant.

BANG CRASH DWOLLOP

it was a fucking nightmare. Not for Felton or Villiers those guys were actually fine but everyone else, not so much. At Saint Martin-De-Re in October the same year, their siege failed (due to poor, planning, poor weapons, terrible ladders, and an all around poor time) and 5000 troops were lost despite retreating. Despite surviving, Felton did not have it easy, his family describes him as a man plagued with nightmares, to quote his sister he was 'much troubled by dreams of fighting'. Which is how I describe myself when someone bids higher than me on eBay and steals the item i desire >:-(

Felton, living in delusion, requested 80 squid and the job role as captain. Having no experience (and no boyfriend who is also the king) he did not get either. This sent him into a rage and on Saturday 23 August 1628, the VILLAIN struck and stabbed Villiers in the chest, killing him.

Genuinely awful picture ^

Now you don't just kill the ex king's (died in 1625) bosom friend and live to tell about it (that's the job of angst poets and teenagers in obelisk observation societies). Though many believed that Felton's actions saved the kingdom and secured Charles Is reign (at least for a bit). But at Tyburn on 29 November 1628, Felton was hung (hanged????) And course, it's quite a bit hard to bounce back from something like that.

He was then moved to Portsmouth (wooo!) And strung in a Gibbet for all to gaze at.

I actually cannot put into words, there are no phrases no single way to explain how much I would do to see this gibbet, the see the Lisk, it's truly unreal. No eBay bidder can out bid my desire on this one.

These two men (erm ignore the malicious ghost) recreated the murder on the 5th September. It was so cool, my heart was racing. I was zazzed, not even over the moon, I was doing laps of it. Unreal. ^

Below is a report from the 1880s

"A relic has been exposed by workmen engaged in erecting the new refreshments and retiring rooms upon Southsea Pier. It is none other than a portion of the veritable gibbet on which the body of the murderer of the Duke of Buckingham was suspended in chains upon Southsea Beach. The murder occurred in 1628. The criminal was hanged at Tyburn, but it was customary to return remains to the scene of the crime. The gibbet bears the Borough arms and a date - but the latter is the day on which it was decided that the gibbet (which was then a well-known landmark) should act as one of the borough boundaries. It is also studded with leaden bullets, from which it would appear that soldiers had been in the habit of discharging their muskets at it. The relic is now lying full length on the pier, but it will be as soon as possible once more erected upon its old site by Mr. Adams, the Borough Engineer. (Later it was replaced by an obelisk)"

The Obelisk, and perhaps the heart of Felton, marked the site from 1782 onwards.

I suppose it must not be all that nice to have your life summarized into just some assassin, and one barely anyone remembers. Felton would only have been in his early thirties when he was killed. :-(

#john felton #duke of buckingham #George villiers #gibbet #obelisk #wb obbly #obelisk observer society

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blooming-violets · 2 years

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Harry kidnapping Peter’s pregnant wife……….

No One Can Hurt You Now

Song: Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift

The sound of his blood pounding in his ears was all Peter could focus on as he flew through the city streets.

Harry Osborn had escaped his prison confines this morning. All those yeas rotting behind bars and now he was finally free. Years of built up hatred ready to bubble over into revenge. He didn't want to kill Peter. That would have been too easy. He wanted Peter to suffer and he knew exactly how to achieve that.

Harry had men on the outside keeping tabs on his foe throughout the years. He knew all about Peter's wife. He knew about their expecting child. And he knew exactly where to find her. Harry was going to draw Peter straight to him so he could he personally watch the torment and anguish on his face as he dropped his wife and unborn child off the top of Oscorp Towers.

Peter heard her cries for help before he actually had eyes on her. He followed the pained sounds to the top of Oscorp. Pure desperation and fear was behind every one of his movements as he propelled himself upwards.

"Let me go," he heard her sob.

Harry's villainous laughter followed, "Soon enough, sweetheart. Soon enough. We're waiting for our audience to arrive."

Peter slowed his pace when he reached the roof and silently crawled over the edge, hidden away in the shadows. His former friend had his wife by the hand as he dangled her off the edge of his glider and over the streets below. His metallic suit reflected the moonlight onto his diseased but grinning face. All that stood between his wife and death was Harry's grip. Peter readied his web shooters and stepped out into the light.

"She's not who you want, Harry." He called out.

Harry's smile grew to reveal his jagged pointy teeth, "That's where you're wrong, friend. She's exactly who I want. I get to kill two birds with one stone and watch you suffer twice as much? That sounds spectacular to me! You kept me locked away for too long. I had so much time to plan! Don't worry, once she's dealt with, you and I will have plenty of time to catch up. Tell me, Petey...are you expecting a boy or a girl?"

Peter growl and crouched, getting ready to spring towards Harry but worried, that doing so, would result in his wife being dropped. "Hand her over to me. She has nothing to do with this! It's me that you want."

Harry pretended to think over the proposal and shrugged, "Nah! I think this is more fun! Hey, Parker? Do you think a pregnant woman will stick the landing as well as Gwen did? Or do you think she'll make a bigger splat?"

A loud, angry scream ripped out of Peter's throat and he lunged at Harry. At that exact moment, Harry shook his hand from her grasp. Mid jump, Peter's target switched from his enemy to his wife. He spun his body around and hurled himself off the ledge after her.

She violently spun through the air without a single sound. He flattened his body and shot like a bullet after her. His arm extended and a web went flying in her direction. This was all too familiar to him. He had done this once before. Peter refused to let the outcome be the same.

The second the web made contact with her chest, he tugged on it, using the force to throw himself closer to her until she within his reach. His entire body wrapped protectively around her. He shot a web onto the side of the building, rolling them around so he was protecting her from shattering glass, and he crashed through the large window into an empty corporate office.

His chest was heaving with panic as he knelt onto the ground, cradling her in his arms. It was deadly quiet inside the room. A stark contrast to howling wind still ringing in his ears as they fell. Peter ran his hands over her body to check her for any blatant signs of injuries. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

She gasps for breath, her eyes wide with fear and her arms wrapped around her large belly, "I think...I think...we're okay." Her hands were shaking and tears had begun rolling down her cheek. "I thought we were going to-" Her bottom lip quivered.

Peter gently shushed her, "I wouldn't let anything happen to you." He paused to place a hand on her stomach. "To either of my girls. It's okay. You're safe and sound now. I need you to stay here. Don't move. I'm going to go handle Harry before he finds us."

He reluctantly pushed himself away from her and started to jog towards the broken window when he heard her call his name.

"Peter!" Her voice shook when she spoke. "Be safe. Come to back to us."

He gave her a warry smile, "I always do."

Peter webbed himself back onto the roof. Harry was hovering in the air with an amused look in his bloodshot eyes.

"I see you're getting better at catching things, Parker." He taunted him. "I guess now is the time when you attack me for trying to murder your loved ones and I laugh it off. We fight. You yell about how awful I am. We go back and forth over who's winning until one of us enviably gets away or dies. I know the routine well. Let's just get straight to it, shall we?" He stopped speaking and looked expectantly at Peter. His smile faulted ever so slightly at the sight before him.

Peter wasn't playing along. He was standing perfectly still. His shoulders were tense, his chest hardly rising from his lack of breaths, and he had a look of pure death etched onto his face. This wasn't a game. He wasn't a 19 year old kid anymore. This was his family that Harry had messed with. Never again will he allow this happen.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked. Peter could hear the slight nerves hiding under the cockiness of his voice. "Have I suddenly made you speechless? How exciting! I really-" His sentence was cut off with a loud exhale of breath as Peter pounced on him, silent as a stalking lion, and threw him off his glider.

No words were exchanged. No light jabs or insults. No remarks over how Harry had gone too far. He was silent. There was no room for speech when death was the only thing plaguing his mind.

Harry landed on his back and Peter pinned him down with knees. His hand encircled around the other's neck and he tightened his grip. He wanted to watch the life leave Harry's face.

"Are...you..." Harry choked out the words. "Going...to...really...kill...me..."

Peter's unshakeable grip tightened even more. His opponents eyes widened with fear as he realized the gravity of the situation. Lack of oxygen caused him to start to struggle. He trashed against Peter but his hold only constricted. Images of Gwen flashed before his eyes. Her broken body on the wet ground. The blood trailing out her nose. Her heartbeat stopping. Harry had done that. That was Harry's fault. Now he tried to do it again with the woman Peter loved. The mother of his future child. No. Never again.

Harry struggles became weaker. He legs kicked helplessly on the ground and his eyes started to roll into the back of his head. He was almost gone. Almost dead.

The sound of his wife's cries hit his ears. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. His skin started to tingle. Something was wrong.

Peter released his grip and, without a second thought about Harry, dove back off the edge of the building. He swung himself directly into shattered window and landed on his feet.

She was sitting down, her legs open, and leaning forward with a pained expression.

"She's coming," she gasped through the pain. "It's happening now, Peter! She's coming."

"I'll get you to the hospital. Come on."

"No! There's not time. She's coming now."

Peter frantically looked around the room. There wasn't much he could use. It was an office. There were no blankets or towels. People always called for towels when someone unexpectantly went into labor. There was nothing here for him to use.

Focus. He needed to focus.

"Okay...okay...I can do this." He leaned down beside his wife and pulled out his phone. "I'm going to call for an ambulance." He put his phone on speaker and placed it beside them. "Let me help you take your pants off."

Peter spoke as calmly as he could to the 911 operator while helping her remove everything from her lower half. With the ambulance on its way and the help of the operator, he forced himself to calm down and stay focused. They could do this.

"You got this, love. I know it's not what we planned but it's going to be okay. I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to my two girls. I've got you. I'm going to try to go find some water and towels."

"No!" She grabbed his wrist. "Don't leave me, Peter. Don't go."

"Okay. Okay. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He settled back beside her, placing a hand on her back and the other on her knee. "You're going to give birth in middle of Oscorp Towers and that is perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong with that at all. Our daughter is already testing our limits. I wouldn't expect anything less of her, that little shit."

She laughed and leaned her head against Peter, taking a deep breath as the contraction subsided, "You'll keep us safe, right?"

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead, "Safe and sound. Always."

#cait...this was supposed to be a tiny blurb #i was thinking like two paragraphs tops #wtf did you do to me #the amazing spiderman #tasm #tasm x reader #peter parker #tasm peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter #spiderman #peter parker fic

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mochizukimichan · 2 years

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AFTER THE WORLD FELL APART

*POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD* TAIJU SHIBA X SURVIVOR

CW: 18+ Semi Yandere Themes, con, abuse, extreme, violence, death, age gap, monsters, smut, manipulation.

This is inspired by Resident Evil & The last of us 'Cause why not.

{This is my first ever story on my new account 'cause Tumblr won't help me fix my original account thank you so much to those who followed me all the way here! Really appreciate it!"}

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10 years or was it more than that? You're not sure anymore. You were just a young girl when people started devouring each other. You hated it. You hated every part of it. And what you hated more is the fact that the company that promised a cure to an incurable disease caused all of the mayhem in the world. All for their greedy selves.

As we all know- knew, FDA was supposed to ran a thorough check to every drug pramaceutical companies tries to put out on the market to ensure that everything is safe and effective. But everything falls apart when the people who's responsible behind it are all compromised. Compromised to approve the manufactured drugs without going in depths of the researches and side effects. Every person involved was paid to turn a blind eye even though independent researchers took the single pill that was promised to cure every disease to the Supreme Court. All because of the eye catching wealth promised to be given to them. Wealth, funny word. It doesn't mean anything to the world they've destroyed.

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"Fuck." You cursed under the thick mattresses in the abandon hospital desperately hiding from the flesh eating creature that has been tailing you for almost half an hour. They're not brainless that is what scares you the most. If you hadn't saw its reflection from the glass shard laying around it sure would've already devoured you from behind. The sounds it made as it walks around the room trying to find you gave you a mind breaking fear. You've seen it. You've seen what fate people they caught faces. Limbs missing, faces unrecognizable, intestines out in the cold ground. Begging to die.

You ran out of bullets earlier the day killing mutated dogs and never have you regretted killing them so much in your life. If you just had one. You could've ended your life. In that way you could remain in one piece and go to the other life peacefully. But no. God has always been cruel but he went too far today.

You pray and prayed to the cruel gods to let you live. Just so you could go back to your hometown. Telling them that the blood of the mutated dogs are enough to cover your scent. You laid still and held your breath.

It's over.

You thought as the hisses and grunts came closer and closer. You lost all hope. You should've lost it awhile ago. You should've lost it the day you found your house in disaaray. But you didn't because as you were being taken by the military you promised to come back and say a proper goodbye to the home you grew up. You were only 6. Just as the creature was about to pull the mattresses gunshot was heard and you felt the body of the creature dropped dead on the mattresses.

You were instantly relief but it was soon washed away as you remembered the lurking cannibals. As food ran low people who are not infected turned into each other devouring everyone they could get their hands on throwing the last humanity they have. In this world, not only the creatures are to be afraid of. But also the living creatures who looks just like you.

You didn't dare to move. If they could just leave it would be better. You're thankful to them but...

"Hmm." You heard the voice and you were definitely sure it belongs to a man. A more comforting relief hugged you as you heard him go out of the room leaving you. You gripped on the mattresses and counted to 100 just to be sure he's gone.

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"Shit. That was close." You almost laughed emerging from the heavy stained mattresses pushing the dead creature off letting its body fall on the dirty floor.

"I would've never won a fight with you." You tell the dead creature as you hopped down the stack of 5 mattresses. You crouched down and slowly started to examine its large and grotesque body. White crumbly skin, with bones sticking out of it. You could tell from the mutation that the former person died atleast 5 years ago. As the years passes the mutation involves.

3 days to year 1, still recognizable but has completely lost human function. 5 years in, just a grotesque monster like the one beside you. 6 to 10 larger. Far larger than others, can't see or smell but has evolve hearings and moves at a rapid pace. You're fortunate enough to have never encountered one but you're not sure what you'll do if you ever meet one-

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"Hands behind your head and turn around." Fuck. He crept up to you without you noticing. It's enough to tell you he's a dangerous man and death will come soon to you if you didn't comply.

"I have no weapon-" "Stand up." You gave up and just complied slowly standing up as you put your hands behind your head.

"Turn around." He says. You're in no position to fight. And by his enormous shadown you know he's over 6ft. There's no way of winning this. You slowly turn around and was immediately faced by a gun. Your eyes focused on the muzzle and you knew death was in front of you.

"I-" You tried to speak as you crane your neck up but you were hushed by yourself as soon as you met his gorgeous yellow eyes. He's the most handsome man you've ever seen. Not that you've seen many men since the chaos started. He's a lot older than you but he's just so beautiful. Most people were dressed in ruined clothes but he was so neatly dressed you almost thought he's from a different reality.

He tilts his head to the side examing your bloodied state. You were almost embarassed because you're covered in dogs blood while he's just perfect, the embarrasing feeling soon faded when your survival instict told you not to be in such an awe for a stranger. But it's hard not to be at utter awe. He looked nothing like the raiders, bandits or cannibals you've encountered before. He looks so handsome and he took your breath away.

"Name?" He asked stepping back from you and lowering his gun down. You were surprised to see such action from a man like him. If you were him you would never have lowered your gun down. It meant one thing. He doesn't see you as a threat unlike you who sees him as the dictator of your life.

"I have no weapon with me. I barely have any supplies just let me go-"

"Did you go to school before all of this shit happened I was asking for your name." His bluntness stunned you and almost made you want to slap him but you knew better.

"Loui."

"Why don't you thank me for saving you earlier?" So, he knew. He knew that you were hiding under the mattresses but tricked you into thinking he's gone.

"Thank you sir." He almost laughed. Sir? He knows you fear for your life and he might just use it to his advantage.

"Thank you ain't 'bout cut it." He says making you look at him in utter disbelief.

"I just told you! I have no-"

"I need you to help me carry the supplies I've found. I've eliminated all of the disgusting creatures lurking around." He explains as he tucks his gun to his waistband. You have two choices. Comply or die. We all know what you choosed.

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"How long till we arrive-"

"Not long." He's been saying that for atleast two hours. He made you carry three boxes full of heavy medicines he found not lending you a hand. You were scared of getting chased by the creatures specially knowing that you won't be able to ran away from them whilst carrying the heavy boxes thankfully, the gigantic man in front of you found an underground tunnel that seems to have no creatures lurking at all.

"Oh god." You lost your balance due to the uneven ground and the boxes almost fell to the ground. It would’ve been a disaster. Unexpectedly, he instinctively caught the heavy boxes with ease. He let you regain your stance before stacking the two boxes he caught on the top of the box you were able to hold on.

"You're fucking clumbsy, surprised you made it this far." He says looking back to you his voice filled with amusement. You mentally rolled your eyes before continuing on following him. The tunnel is no wider than 5ft forcing you to tail behind him. He held his pistol that has a flashlight attached to it with his right hand ready to shoot any creatures that might jumped out.

"You need a shower you smell horrible." He says out of nowhere turning his gun towards you. The light from the flashlight made you squint your eyes shut and you internally cursed him from doing such thing. He lightly chuckle before turning forward resuming the journey.

"Yeah, l'd love to have some shower but may I remind you we're in a world where survival is more important that a shower." You sounded so offended he laughed.

"What the hell was funny about that!" You tried to kick him but your short legs didn't reach him. You huffed in dissapointment. It would've been funny if he tripped. But you doubt your kick would make a damage to a man like him.

"You souded so offended."

"I am sir. I am offended."

"Well, don't be. Since we are almost in my place."

"You've been saying that for more than an hour."

"2 hours and 40 minutes to be exact."

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The two of you emerge at the streets of Tokyo. Panic immeditely filled you knowing that the creatures are active in the central city more than anywhere else. Your heartbeat started to rise as you look around the ruined streets. Cars crashed around and stores destroyed. You know you've been in Tokyo when you were younger although not much memories comes to you. Surely though, a few years back Tokyo wasn't like this. Wasn't so destroyed and lifeless. Cars flipped around or on top of one another. Streetlights crashed to establishments, it's just depressing.

"The horde just passed those fuckers won't show up until two weeks from now." He snapped you out of your panic state. You nervously nodded and tried the breathing technique you've read from the worn out newspaper lying on the hospital before you noticed the creature he killed.

"Thanks" He says taking the boxes from you careful not to let it come close to his suit because of the blood from you. It's been years since you've had company. And despite his rude comments about your smell you were sad that the journey you two had came to an end. You turned around ready to head somewhere safe for the night.

"Where are you going?" You look back to him.

"I'm done. I've repayed you."

"I need these boxes settled." You tried to act irritated but deep inside you were happy because you're still able to spend some time with him.

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The two of you went behind an alley and he opened a back door to an establishment. You stepped in and he locks the door before switching the lights on. You thought he's living in a ruined place like the others but you were far wrong. His place was definitely a restaurant before all of this happened. The chairs and tables are still kept clean. A grand piano, chandelier, bottles of wines, the place was breathtaking. You've been into many places but it's the first time you've seen such a beautiful and well kept place like his.

Everything was so beautiful to you but the thing that caught your eyes was the enormous empty aquarium. You forgot the fact that he was with you and ran in front of it looking at it with amazement.

You closed your eyes as you try to imagine the fishes that used to live there. You've seen some pictures of famous aquariums in the past and since then you've always wanted to see one.

The man smirked as he placed the boxes down. He sat on one of the round sofa's in front of the aquarium and admire your innocents.

"You like it?" You turned to him and nodded. Despite of being almost an adult you couldn't help acting like a child whenever you're presented things you weren't able to experience or enjoy. Your eyes glimmer with joy as you went closer to the aqurium touching the glass leaving a bloodied handprint. Your eyes widen as you realized what you've done. You expected him to be angry to you for doing such thing but no. He didn't say anything. So you figured he didn't mind. You close your eyes once more and the rare fishes you've seen in the books appeared in front of you.

The man sat quietly with his legs crossed and arms in front of his chest. He was talking to god as he watches you. Thanking him for letting a man like himself find you in a world like this.

"How did you find this place?" You asked him with a smile. He was drawn to your peculiar acts. A normal person would never find any joy in seeing an empty aqurium.

"I own the place." He watches as your jaw dropped.

"That's freaking cool! So were you here when the aqurium had fishes?" You asked energecticly eager to know his answer.

"I was, I had nine sharks and hundreds of fishes back in the day." He answers you. His face didn't show it but he was reminiscing the old days where his restaurant was busy with high profile customers. It was quiet a memory for him.

"Nine sharks!?" You jumped in surprise making him laugh.

"Is it really that impressive?"

"Are you kidding me? I'd do anything to see a shark!" The man uncrossed his legs and leaned forward.

"I have pictures."

"Really? Can you please show me sir?" He smiles softly unfitting for a man like him.

"Sure, but you need to take a shower first." Your smile drops. Is he mocking you again? It's impossible to take a shower. You'll need to wait for rain just to take one and it being spring doesn't make it easier.

"Where would I take a shower! Just please! I won't touch the pictures just show me I beg you." He chuckles and went out of your sight climbing stairs that leads to the second floor. You sighed in disappointment you really wanted to see the pictures. You were about leave when he came down with towels and new clothes.

"Come, this place has running water." You almost laughed. No place has running water.

"Running water? Is that some slang used around here sir?" You asked him and he looked at you confused.

"I don't know what you mean."

"It's impossible to have running water is what I meant." He shakes his head before pinching the bridges of his tall nose.

"Come with me and I'll show you." You followed behind him and the two of went to the second floor where he has his own room. You were careful not to touch the furniture not wanting to ruin them. Mutated dog’s blood never dries and it pisses everyone.

He opens the door to his room like the whole place it's kept clean.

"I have no girls clothes so you'll have to wear one of my shirt and about the underwear I uh... briefs or boxer?" He asked you awkwardly as he opens the door to his bathroom.

"I don't mind, either will work good sir." He nods. The two of you entered the bathroom and again your mouth dropped. Marble floor, bathtub, sink, a wide shower room. He's living like a normal person and you couldn't believe it. And the best part? Running water.

"How?" You asked in amazement.

"I'm smart, I built a system which collect rain waters purifies them into drinking water or bath water." You bit your lip. If only you're smart like him then maybe you'll have an easier life.

"Are you okay with me using water? It's spring and rain doesn't come very often."

"I got enough supply for 3 months." He simply answers as he takes out a boxer from the drawer. Placing his shirt and the boxer on top of the sink. He points at the shower and you nodded.

"Thank you sir."

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He was waiting downstairs with the photo album on his lap. He's never flipped through it after the chaos erupted scared that it might trigger something in his mind. He wasn't thinking when he agreed on showing you but having it on his lap now certainly gives him a different type of anxiety.

"Sir." You snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Thank you for the bath, I've never had such a comfortable time doing that." His shirt was far too big for you. Your long light brown hair drapes over your back and your legs are on display for him. It's been years since he'd been with a woman- no. He knows you're not a woman yet. Not from the way you act in front of him. Every woman he knew would fall down on their knees for him.

Now that the blood was out of your face he could truly see your beauty. Light pink colored plump lips, bushy eyebrows that makes your face stuck out more and a cute button nose. He could tell you're not past 20 because of your round face and small body that will still surely grow. When he didn't respond you simply walked over to him and sat down beside him.

"Is that the photos?" Your voice was filled with excitement. He didn't know if he could control himself around. You're just so innocent.

"Y-yes." He covered his hardening cock with the album.

"Thank you so much!" You inch closer to him your eyes glued to the album. He gulped before opening it.

"THAT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!"

September 9th 2016. He was standing in front of the aquarium behind him are exactly 9 sharks and like he said hundreds of fishes.

"You're so lucky..." You leaned forward tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes went to your face and he imagined kissing you. But he held himself back not wanting to scare you away.

He continued to show you photos telling you the stories behind them and you were so absorb you forgot that there's a thing called time. You two went on hours and hours talking about his restaurant before all of this. You were immeditely thrown in despair when you realized it's night time.

"I've really had fun sir thank you so much." You thanked him standing up.

"It's already dark, stay here." It was an offer you didn't think you'll hear from anyone. You look at him puzzled. Is he a cannibal? Did he just do all of that just so he could butcher you?

"I would love too but... you're not doing this for free are you?"

"I'm not."

"But you already know I have nothing-"

"You could repay me in other ways."

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"Oh, yeah I forgot about the boxes!" You turned around ready to take care of the boxes earlier but was stopped when he grabed your wrist pulling you down to his lap. You instantly felt something hard on the crack of your ass. You read many books and news paper about how the world came to an end but not once have you read about sex or masturbation. You never had someone touch you. Let alone touch yourself. Leaving you confused of what's really happening. Getting your period was even worse. You thought you were infected and just waited for your death. Only that it didn't came. You only found out about mensuration after seeing pads and you being the eager learner you went to a ruined book store to read about women's body.

"Fuck, doll. I've been so hard for hours." He groaned on your ear as he slightly rubbed himself against you.

"S-sir, I don't know what we are doing." He stopped. For the short period of time he has been talking to you, you didn't seem to be the one to tell lies.

"Tell me, have you ever touched yourself?" He asked you. You didn't respond. Touch yourself? You didn't understand.

"I don't know sir. I don't know how you define that." He chuckles before pulling you closer to him making you gasped. His large hand found its way inside the boxers he lent you.

"Have you even touched yourself like this?" His fingers slowly rubbed on your clit making you feel things you've never felt before. You leaned your head to his shoulder closing your eyes.

"I- no no sir. I've never." You manage to say while your hands gripped on his arms.

"You like it doll? You like being touched by me?" He whispers on your ear before giving it a gentle bite making you moan for the first time.

"Is it something people used to do?"

"All the time." He answers you as he turns your head to the side kissing you. Your eyes opens wide as you realized what's really happening. His tongue enters your warm mouth and you try to pull away but he didn't let you. He kept tasting you. You tasted so sweet and so fullfilling. Maybe it's because he hasn't got laid for awhile or maybe it's because you're just the one for him. You frantically tap on his arm stopping his assault on your mouth and your cunt.

"Don't fight me doll, don't you want to feel good? For once in your life before you get mauled by those creatures?" His words made you submit yourself to him.

"I... I want to feel good." You shyly says turning your face away from him. He smiled in triumph before kissing your neck.

"Good girl, now. Listen to me and I'll make you feel good okay?" You nodded. He instructed you to lay down on the table and you did. He stood between your legs and towered over you. Liking how easily you submitted yourself to him.

"It will hurt a little but after that short amount of time you'll feel good, can you endure pain?" You nodded. You've broken bones before this sure will be not as bad right? He took off the little clothing covering your lower body and bent down as he spreads your legs wide open for him. His mouth instantly salivated at the sight of your perfect cunt.

"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful." He compliments you making you feel special. No one has ever told you that. He didn't waste any second and dived into your pink soft folds. You expected pain but there was none. It was all body shaking pleasure.

"F-fuck! Sir-"

"Taiju, My name is Taiju." He says in between licking and sucking you. You tried to pull yourself away from his mouth overwhelmed resulting into him holding you down. He's experienced and it makes you wonder what else could he do.

That question was soon answered after he made you cum 3 times before moving on your boobs. His face was wet with your orgasm and it was a mystery to you. Did you pee on him? Or was that salt water?

"Shit!" You groaned when he bit on your nipple before twirling his tongue on it. He unbelts his pants pulling them down and stroking himself with his right hand while his left played with your nipple giving it the same attention as the other one which he has his mouth on. You had your eyes close totally consumed by the pleasure and he used this as an opportunity to slam his big fat cock inside you. You felt like you were hit by something. Like a metal or a baseball bat. He was far bigger than two fingers and even with being prep it's an unavoidable pain. Your eyes teared up and he immediately placed a kiss all over your face.

"You're doing good." He wanted to move so bad. To violate you and fuck you until you’re passed out. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He let you adjust and only moved when you nodded.

"F-fuck, so tight." He groan on your shoulder placing a bite hard enough to leave a mark. You never thought you'll like doing these kinds of things. You're grateful to have experienced it before dying. The first few thrust was painful but as time passes by you quickly became a moaning mess.

You were afraid that the table will fall apart because of his rough thrust but it served its purporse.

Taiju had your legs on his shoulder relentless fucking you and occationally shoving his cum covered fingers on your mouth instructing you to suck on it. He loves it. He loves how obedient you are.

"T-Tai! I'm"

"I know wait for me okay?" You nodded. His movements became faster and faster. The smell of sex and the sound the two of you are making will surely attract a creature thankfully there's none on the perimeter that night.

"Shit!" He says as he pulls out cumming on your stomach while you squirt your juices on him. His heavy body fell on you as you two struggles to catch your breath.

"That was amazing Taiju thank you." You said underneat him before kissing his chest. He prompt himself up with his elbows and kissed you passionately.

"You were amazing doll." A bright smiled appeared on your face pleased to be praised by him.

He carried you to his bed and the two of you fell asleep instantly. Taiju felt different. You being wrapped around his arms and yours wrapped around his waist awaken a demon within him.

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The next morning you woke up earlier than him and changed into your old stained clothes. You smiled at him. He looks so beautiful and all you want to do is spend more time with him but in this world that doesn't happen. The fairytales in the books you've read from the ruined shops aren't real. There's no prince charming or Mr, Darcy. You quiety went out of the room and headed towards the back door. The boxes from the day before still remained on their place.

You wanted to stay. To be with him for a little longer but enough is enough. You have a place to return to. And he doesn't need a burden like you. Everyone in this world is only looking out for themselves and there's no doubt he'll abandon you when it comes to push and shove. You sighed looking at the aqurium one last time before turning the door knob and pushing the door open.

"Eh?" It didn't open.

"Is it stuck?" You try again but nothing.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" You turn around. Unlike yesterday he was furious.

"Taiju-" He harshly grabbed you throwing you to the round sofa. You were startled by his sudden actions. You wanted to retaliate but he's far more stronger than you and the only thing you could do is back away to the couch as he comes closer to you.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"H-home-" Slap. He slapped you. The couch felt so different now. Yesterday the two of you are just casually talking about the past and now-

"You're not going anywhere. You're mine." He grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to his. Your eyes are filled with horrors as you realized. He's not normal.

"Do you understand me doll? You belong to me now."

He's not mutated or infected but you know there's a far worst future waiting ahead of you all because of him.

Thank you for reading!!!

Don't copy.

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sherlkore · 2 years

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Fantasy AU oc list

Favian Heires

Name: Favian Heires

Age: 23

Species: Dark Magic user

Powers: Hematokinesis (Blood Manipulation)

Height: 6'1

Sexuality: Pansexual

Family:

Mother: Raelle Heires - Geokinesis (Earth manipulation)

Father: Jarth Heires - Pyrokinesis (Fire manipulation)

Younger Brother: Walric Heires - Cerebrokinesis (Mind manipulation)

Powers explanation:

Favian can create, shape, and manipulate blood, an essential body fluid in humans and other animals that delivers necessary substances such as nutrients and oxygen to the cells and transports metabolic waste products away from those same cells. He also is able to exert control over the blood of himself, using them for various purposes, such as examining, or most commonly combat. He can shape his blood into tendrils to strike enemies from afar or use it to trap opponents in a prison of blood. He can concentrate blood into a single point, and shoot it out akin to bullets, or sharpen his blood to the point that he can slice and tear flesh with ease, or solidify blood to use as rock-hard ammunition.

He can also control the blood within the body of himself, increasing physical abilities by speeding up the transport of nutrients and oxygen via blood to all parts of his body, thus improving hs energy and power. He also can use this to speed up healing by immediately clotting his blood, preventing blood loss and speeding up the recovery process, gaining a form of manual healing factor.

Another thing, he is able to manipulate blood from anywhere in his surroundings, such as the bodies of other living creatures, allowing him to control them like puppets, induce nosebleeds or headaches, or cause blood-related diseases. At an even higher level, he can instantly kill others by making blood explode from the inside out or forcibly causing their heart to stop or knocking them unconscious by restricting blood-flow to the brain.

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Favian grew up in a royal family where all had their unique abilities, it was known that the child would get his abilities at the age of 6, so when Favian turned 6, everyone- including Favian himself- thought that he didn't get one because when they tested him, he didn't show any signs of normal abilities. It was only a few days later he found his true ability. He was injured badly when he fell off of his horse and his leg started bleeding, while his parents were panicking, Favian noticed something weird about his blood, it was moving- as in it was slowly starting to form into different things. Eventually he learned how to control them and everyday he would find out something new about his powers, he was quite fond of his abilities, but his family and the town's people found it quite the opposite.

Eventually Favian was neglected by his family except his younger brother, maybe because he didn't quite understand the situation. Even though he loved his brother, Favian couldn't help but become jealous of the way the family was praising his brother for his new found ability, which led him to unintentionally hurt his brother badly. After that, Favian Heires was officially the villain in everyone's eyes.

Dorian Milbourne

Name: Prince Dorian Milbourne

Age: 20

Height: 6'2

Powers: Bone Manipulation ( if y'all know Sans or Papyrus from Undertale then it's easier to imagine what it is)

Sexuality: Questioning

Family:

King Harlan Milbourne - Father

Queen Darlene Milboune - Mother

Prince Cedric Milbourne - Little brother

In the Milbourne family, every kid at the age from 5-10 gets to find out their powers and if they do, in fact have them, a tattoo symbolising the ability appears on their left arm. When Dorian got his powers, his tattoo was resembling a bone, after years of training and practising he finally was able to control his abilities, though most of the time, he would use it for his own good.

Dorian as you can guess grew up in a royal family, his parents weren't strict but that didn't mean they didn't have their own rules, just like every other prince, he had to find himself a wife, because he's the oldest, it meant he was the next one to take over the throne, which is why he needs a queen by his side, but there was a problem, Dorian didn't know if he wanted a wife, he's been questioning his sexuality for a while because he was sure that he liked girls, but he also noticed that he felt some kind of attraction to certain males when he'd go out for a walk around the town.

Dorian didn't like his brother, because unlike him, his parents treated him like he was made out of glass, which resulted in him growing up as a spoiled brat, of course, Dorian couldn't care less about what his brother wanted, so when Cedric would ask- no, demand something from him, he'd just brush him away and the best part was that he couldn't go and tell his parents anything, he knew what kind of a person Dorian was, about his powers and what he could do with them, so most of the time the young prince wouldn't bother his oldest brother.

To get to his personality, Dorian is kind of a bitch, if he doesn't like something or someone he wouldn't hide it, he'd rub it in your face until you're out of his zone of view. Since in the family his power is the most dangerous one, he's very confident about it and won't let anyone forget about it and what he can do to them if they go against him. He's a bit powerhungry, yes, but only a little bit....teeny tiny little bit. Yes, he doesn't like it when he doesn't get what he wants but he wouldn't be a brat about like his brother, he'd have his silent storm inside him and move on, very rarely he would want to take revenge on someone, but that's only if they broke his heart. Oh and, he doesn't really care about his family, because at one time, they did not care about him, all in vain.

His aesthetic:

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afictionalwhore · 3 years

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The Sweet Death of Kurono Hari

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A/N: This man is so fine, and for what? Chrono needs more love and I will die on this hill. Shoutout to @jadequeen88 for beta reading 💕 I’d be lost without her.

Tags: Daddy kink, Age gap, Violence, Quirkless AU, Mafia AU

Words: 4K

Rating: 18+

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"Daddy," you whimpered, grinding down on Hari's growing erection and pulling on his tie. "Daddy please I need you."

Weakly, the silver haired man pushed you down and away from him. You were going to be the death of him one of these days.

"Please," he protested, grabbing your hips to still you on him. "We can’t. Not here."

He was in the private library of your father’s estate. Hari rarely ever had time to himself and decided to wind down the day in the cozy privacy of the library.

Kurono Hari, right hand man to the leader of the nation's most feared criminal organizations, Chisaki Kai, did not have much of a love life. This didn't bother him in the least. Cold and callous, Hari didn't understand the need for love, fearing it would only get in the way of better serving Kai. That was until you, Kai’s only daughter, had pushed yourself onto him.

You had been out drinking with friends and had called Hari to pick you up, per your father’s request, refusing to allow you to the risk of a riding in a pubic taxi. Those were breeding grounds for diseases. You were too important.

As Hari drove you back to your estate, your fingers danced along Hari’s thighs over his crisp black pants, nails scratching him ever so lightly.

“It’s so hot,” you had whined, slipping out of your fluffy white fur half jacket. You wore your black mini dress, the one that hugged your chest and every other beautiful curve. The one with the tiny slit in the side to show the slightest peek of your thighs. The one that drove Hari absolutely mad.

Hari couldn’t help but to glance, but thankful that he had to focus on the road and couldn’t risk ogling at you.

“I can turn on the air, Miss,” Hari coughed. Eyes straight ahead on the road. The way his grip tightened on the wheel did not go unnoticed by you.

“No, it’s fine. That jacket was beginning to get itchy anyways.”

After Hari had pulled into the gated driveway of your estate, he tried to unbuckle his seatbelt, fumbling in his hurry to get away from you and take care of his growing need.

“Hari,” you called. You felt your heart pounding in your ears and prayed that Hari couldn’t hear it as well. You had never used his given name before, only his family name or the old nickname your father had given him when they were younger.

Hari froze upon hearing you. He let go of the seat belt, letting it snap back against the car with a clink that got lost in the thick air between the two of you, and slowly turned to face you. You had crawled over the center console and were no more than a few centimeters away from him, gazing at him with those bright starry eyes.

Before either of you knew it, you had crashed forward onto Hari, crawling fully out of your passenger seat to sit in his lap in the driver seat to smash your lips against his in a frenzied kiss.

She’s drunk. She’s drunk. She’s drunk. Hari chanted in his mind like a personal mantra. He could taste the lingering alcohol on your tongue. Yet he continued to kiss you, not finding the strength within himself to pull away. This is wrong.

Finally, the lack of air became too much, and you pulled away from Hari, the both of you panting and fogging up the driver window.

“I’m not drunk,” you said after a few moments to regain your breath. “Only enough to give me the confidence to finally act on this.”

“Act on…on what?” Hari trailed. The lack of air flow to his brain caused him to get drunk off you.

“Don’t play dumb with me, old man. I see the way you look at me, like you just want to swallow me whole. And believe it or not, I want you too” you sprinkled kisses along Hari’s neck and jaw. “For months now, all I’ve wanted is you. I want you on me, all over me, in me.”

You had ended the night in a heated tangle of limbs and breathless promises against foggy windows that it was just that one time.

It was supposed to be just the once, but Hari couldn’t get enough of you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. Once turned into twice, which turned into every possible moment, as little as sneaking glances across a room or stolen kisses as Hari played his part as your chauffeur. You loved the thrill of quickies in Hari’s office, teasing him under his desk until the usually composed man broke and bent you over said desk. Hari would never forget the one night your father was out and he had stayed the night with you in your luxurious four poster canopy bed. Hari let you push him down on the soft down comforters, giggling the whole time.

Hari never felt younger. The excitement that came with the secrecy had added a spring to his tired, worn steps. You felt like you had blossomed. There was a glow about you and a spring in your every step. You were like Romeo and Juliet, except Juliet was the daughter of a yakuza leader, and Romeo was said leader's most trusted, and perhaps only, friend.

About a month into your little affair, Hari realized that he loved you, but he never pushed it, afraid that to you he was nothing but a thrill. You were young, and could easily drop someone as old as Hari, who up until recently would have contented himself to being simply a father figure.

While he was reading in the plush, red chair illuminated by the glow of the crackling fireplace you had slipped into the library. The high back of the chair faced away from you, allowing you to sneak behind Hari.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, poking your head around the back of the chair to peer at the rather small book in his hands.

Hari jumped at the sudden sound of your voice before dropping his book on the floor with an unceremonious flop.

“Nothing to concern yourself with," he said. "Just thought I’d read a bit since I had some free time."

“Why didn’t you come see me?” You pouted before moving around the chair to face Hari.

Finally seeing you, Hari noticed you had dolled up. Your cheeks were flush with blush and eyes round with black liner. Your lips were Hari’s favorite shade of red.

You were wearing your favorite, his favorite, robe: sheer black with fur lined cuffs and edges; gracing the floor and trailing behind you long. The robe that screamed, “I didn’t kill my husband, officer, I promise,” or in your case, “I’m the daughter of the nation’s most feared mafia leader and sleeping with his equally terrifying right hand.” In short, the robe meant power, and you were all too aware of the power you held over Hari.

“I thought you were asleep.”

You looked at Hari through thick lashes and quirked an eyebrow in silent question: “really?”

“Clearly, I’m awake, and truthfully, I’m having an awful time falling asleep Mr. Kurono.”

“Kai’s home.” Hari hoarsely whispered, his throat going dry.

His excuses and protests fell upon deaf ears and altogether stopped when you shed that fateful robe to reveal black lace underneath. You settled yourself into his lap, straddling his now hard length teasing you from under his suit pants. With your smaller hands planted firmly on his shoulders, you gave a slow roll of your hips, moaning softly.

“Daddy, please,” you whined, rolling against him once again.

“We should stop.” Thick hands gave a gentle squeeze on your hips.

“Hari, please,” you whispered, looking up at him from under your lashes, stars in your eyes.

How could he ever say no to you, the only woman he had allowed himself to fall in love with?

Hari cupped your face in his strong hands, holding your gaze for a moment before descending down on your lips in a hungry kiss. Your arms came up off the chair to wrap around Hari’s neck, pulling him deeper into you as your mouths melted together.

This is wrong, Hari always told himself. He was old enough to be your father, even if just barely. Yet, Hari never found the strength to pull away from you completely, melting in chocolate left out on a hot summer’s day the moment you laid your sweet round eyes on him and called out to him in your honeyed voice. It was supposed to be just that one night, but you had managed to wrap him around your delicate, manicured finger, and Hari was willing to take a bullet for you not out of loyalty to your father but of love for you. You were going to be the death of Kurono Hari.

Hari stood, strong hands holding your ass as you continued to kiss. He laid you gently on the deep red rug by the fire, holding you tight against him as though he were afraid you could slip right out of his grasp. He trailed kisses down your neck and along your collarbone.

“This has to go,” Hari breathed against your sternum and tugged on the lace covering you from him.

You giggled before pushing yourself up, Hari moving to give you the space to sit up and unclasp the black lace. You tossed your bra away just in front of the fireplace. Once undressed, you tugged on Hari’s tie, pulling him down to eye level.

“Your turn,” your breath washed over Hari, causing him to fall deeper into the spell of you.

Hari wasted no time. Loosening his tie just enough to slip out of it before hastily undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt. He tossed them both on the seat of the chair then dove back down to swallow you in a greedy kiss.

He crawled back over you to force you back down to lay under him. One large hand kneaded at your breast while his mouth enclosed on the other one, sucking until your nipple had grown hard.

With a lewd pop, Hari pulled off of your breast to give attention to its twin and rolled your wet and sensitive bud between his fingers.

“You’re delicious,” Hari breathed against your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle. He continued trailing kisses down your navel until he reached more black lace.

Slowly, as if to savor every second, Hari pulled your panties off of you. You had already grown wet from your earlier grinding, and his kisses did nothing to help.

“Lift up for me, baby girl” he said, tugging on the lace.

You obeyed, lifting your hips enough to allow Hari to shimmy the scanty soaked fabric off of you before throwing it to be with his discarded clothes.

With nothing barring you from him, Hari pulling your legs onto his shoulders. He gave teasing nips and kisses up each of your thighs, delighting in your pussy’s clenching.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged breathlessly. “I need you.”

Hari dragged a finger up your dripping slit before spreading your lower lips.

“You have such a pretty pussy,” he cooed. “And I just love how it tastes, too.”

With that, Hari licked a teasing strip along your pussy before giving a flick of his tongue to your clit. His lips enclosed on your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. You moaned at the contact. In earnest, like it was his last meal, Hari drank in everything you had to offer.

He poked a teasing finger at your hot entrance as he continued to suck at your clit.

“Hari, please,” you bucked your hips and grabbed his silver locks in an attempt to gain more contact, more friction.

Hari held you down and shushed at you.

“Patience, baby girl. I got you.”

He pushed the finger into you to the knuckle, feeling your sticky walls pulse around him at finally being filled with something. Sparks flew up your spine, heating your body with every curl of Hari’s thick finger.

As your cries grew in volume, Hari knew you were reaching your end. He added a second finger, relishing in the ease with which he could slip into you.

“Please Hari, please,” you cried. “I want to cum.”

Curling his fingers to hit the spot he knew would push your over your edge, Hari hummed against your clit.

“Cum for me then, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s face.”

That was the last push you needed. Your grip on Hari’s hair tightened as you pushed his face further into you. Your mouth fell open in silent cries of Hari’s name, and you swore you saw stars dancing along the library’s high ceiling above you.

As you were climbing back down from your high, Hari pulled away just enough to rid himself of the rest of his constricting clothes. You drank in your lover’s face, his chin glistening with your juices in the flickering light of the fireplace, while he admired your body, the way the color of your skin complimented the deep red of the carpet below perfectly.

Hari crawled towards you once the last of his clothes had been discarded to lay with the rest. Holding his thick cock in his hand, he dragged it up your convulsing heat, collecting your slick.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl?” he teased, smirking down at you.

You were in no mood for games and immediately set to begging.

“Yes, Hari! Please,” you whined.

“Anything for you. You’re such a good girl.”

Hari laid back down on you, placing his hands on either side of your face. He placed sweet kisses along your temple as he pushed into you. While he wasn’t the longest, Hari was thick and stretched you in all the right ways. You were always hot and welcoming.

You hissed at the initial burn, going from Hari’s finger to his cock was always a welcome stretch. You clawed at his back as Hari pulled out slowly, only to slam back into you, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Daddy! There!” you wailed as Hari hit your sweet spot.

Hari set a steady pace, not wanting to go too fast to ruin the romantic atmosphere, but already halfway to his end from teasing you. This was your favorite, and Hari knew you wouldn’t last long with the feeling of the slow drag of his cock pulling out of your tightness.

Your hot, gummy walls seemed to pull him into you, as though you were made for him and him alone. You fit him like a glove, wrapping perfectly around his cock and pulsing around him. You could say the same of Hari, as the man was curved just enough to hit against your sensitive spot with every push and pull of his cock.

"Hari!” you squeaked as Hari hit that sweet spot within you. “Hari, I love you.”

Hari stilled.

“What did you say?” he asked, steel eyes bored into yours.

“I love you.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

Hari felt like his heart would burst. He bent down to swallow your lips in a hungry kiss.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Hari panted into your mouth before moving to kiss your jaw, your neck, chest, and any place his lips could find, continuing his chants of love between every warm kiss.

Just hearing those three little words were enough to drive Hari to his end, his kisses getting wetter and his thrusts sloppier with each passing “I love you”. With wet kisses to swallow each other’s moans, it didn’t take long for either of you to finish. You threw your head back with a cry of Hari’s name and he sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder.

Hari understood why they called it “la petite mort”, a little death. Laying on you, dizzy with breathlessness and lulled by the soft, rhythmic sound of your pulse, Hari felt that he could, and possibly should, die in that moment, and you were an angel come to take him away.

A bang on the door brought Hari back to life and sent you both scrambling for your clothes.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You pulled your robe over you, as Hari slipped on his pants.

You hid behind Hari, soft hand clutching his shoulders, and waited for whatever was behind the door. Deep in your heart you already knew. You buried your face into Hari’s back and cried.

Hearing your soft sobs behind him, Hari felt his heart sinking, knowing already how the night was to play out.

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Chisaki Kai was not a man to be ruled by his emotions. When it comes to you, his sweet daughter, his good girl, he occasionally bent this rule. You were supposed to stay pure and innocent, stay clean, not be tainted by some perverted older man who had committed acts that would have your skin crawling in fear of him.

Kai slammed his glass down, spilling the smooth, honey colored whiskey over the edges and onto the wooden desk, dripping down onto the plush carpet.

Your smile had grown a little brighter, your face full of life, like a little girl experiencing her first love. Kai had simply assumed it was a fleeting and childish crush on someone from your university, not Hari, a man who had watched you grow up, practically raised you alongside himself.

Everything added up. The glances and sly smiles you exchanged when you thought Kai wasn’t looking. Hari’s newfound eagerness to stay late nights or to act as your personal chauffeur. How could he been so stupid? And how long exactly had it been going on?

Kai knew that Hari was no saint. Having ruthlessly carried out countless inhuman orders of his, Kai did not expect Hari to possess the most accurate moral compass. Kai knew he had not been the present father you deserved, and to Kai, Hari had taken advantage of that. Not only had Hari stooped to new lows of pandering to your daddy issues. Hari had betrayed the man who had given him everything, the man he had sworn allegiance to above all things. All just to get his cock wet.

Kurono Hari was a dead man.

Kai took in a deep breath before picking up his phone and dialing Hari’s number.

“Kurono,” he said blankly as soon as the man in question picked up.

“Yes, sir?”

“I need you to come to my office immediately.”

“Yes, sir. Right away.”

Before Hari could ask for further details, Kai hung up.

As he waited for Hari to arrive, Kai took the liberty of lighting a cigarette.

Within a few minutes, Kai heard a few gentle knocks on his magnificent oak doors before they freaked open. Hari stepped in.

“Sir?” he asked. “You called for me?”

“Kurono,” Kai said as Hari made his way further into the office. “Do you know why I called you?”

Hari felt like a schoolboy being called into the principal’s office.

“Chrono,” Hari flinched at the use of the nickname Kai had given him in their youth. “You’re my best friend. My only friend.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You wouldn’t do anything to betray me.”

“No, sir.”

“Why are you lying to me, Chrono?”

“Sir, I don’t—“

“How long have you been fucking my daughter, Kurono? And how long did you think it would last?”

Hari froze, his blood chilling with fear.

“Do you understand the danger you could put her in if the wrong person found out she was romantically involved with you?” Kai continued.

Hari had understood you to be invaluable even before due to your position as the sole Chisaki heir. Now, you were important not only to Kai, but to Hari as well. Hari shuttered to think about what could happen if you fell into the hands of an enemy.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill the both of you now.”

“She’s your daughter, sir.”

“That didn’t stop you.”

“Sir, please. I love her.”

“And does she love you?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Hari swallowed thickly.

“Yes, sir.”

You really were about to be the death of Kurono Hari.

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After a few more loud bangs for theatrics, the library door flew open to reveal your father. Kai stalked towards the two of you, golden eyes on fire.

“You’re a dead man, Kurono,” Kai said, voice devoid of emotion.

Without hesitation, Kai reeled a fist back to slam into the side of Hari’s head. You screamed as Hari stumbled back.

Kai didn’t relent despite your crying, beating Hari with his fist until the man dropped to his knees. Watery silver eyes looked up to meet crazed golden ones. Hari gasped for breath as Kai landed another blow on him, this time knocking Hari completely over.

Your screams continued as your father continued to beat your lover, blood spilling onto the matching red carpet. Hari had fallen on his side and was coughing more blood as Kai kicked him. A fierce kick to the ribs followed by a sickening crack sent you running to stop your father.

“Daddy, please,” you sobbed, dropping to your knees and clutching your father’s pants. Your tears caused your mascara to run down your cheeks and drip on the carpet below. “Daddy, please don’t.”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” Kai pushed you away, but you clung tight. “Not after you called this piece of filth by that same dirty name when he’s buried in your whorish cunt. You will address me with the proper respect.”

“Father, please don’t hurt him. I’m begging you.” You tugged at Kai’s leg in a pitiful attempt to keep him from swinging at Hari.

Instead, Kai simply kicked you off of him before pulling Hari up by his hair, the beaten man coughing and spitting blood as he set his half-focused gaze on you. Kai tapped the barrel of the gun against Hari’s temple, blood matting the hair to his skull.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger.” His glowing yellow eyes locked onto your puffy ones, wet with tears.

Hari weakly opened his eyes to see your pained face. To see such an expression on you was enough to kill him. Your makeup running off your cheeks in streams of tears and snot, your mouth hanging open in utter agony. Even if he got to spend the rest of his days with you, he’d never forgive himself for putting you through this.

“Please,” you choked on a sob. “I love him. Please.”

Kai took a deep breath before releasing Hari from his grasp. The broken man fell heavily to the floor and coughed up blood. You ran to catch your lover.

“You are both dead to me,” Kai looked down at the pair of you in disgust. “If I so much as sniff you in my territory, I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?”

You weakly nodded while clutching Hari’s bruised and bloodied body.

“Good. Now get out, both of you.”

“Father?”

“I said get out!”

“Come on,” you whispered gently to Hari as you wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders to help him off the ground. “Come on, love. Hari. Hari, stand up. Come on. We have to get you to a doctor.”

Weakly, Hari managed to stand up and lean against you, limping out of the library with you. Unknown to you, Hari had snuck the small book he had been reading previous to your little rendezvous into the back of his pants.

Kai had drafted up the death certificates for the both of you immediately after his little meeting with Hari. Though he had originally planned to shoot you both dead, Kai realized that this could be a way to keep you out of this bloody life, of which you had shown no previous interest in.

Kai had passports ready for the both of you under new names and had even set up bank accounts in another country under these names with enough to keep you comfortable in someplace new.

Prior to sending him off to the library for “late night reading”, Kai had snuck these passports, along with airline tickets to the other side of the world, to Hari.

Officially, Kurono Hari was a dead man.

#hari kurono #chronostasis #hari kurono x reader #bnha #give my boy some love pls #I would risk it all for this man

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chisaaki · 3 years

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𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘹 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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When germaphobic man fell in love with his big enemy

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᯾K. Chisaki ᯾

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Warnings: maybe gross for ppl who hate bugs

ଘ Requested by: Toya_Setsuno (on wattpad)

⸙͎ Reader's gender here: any

Today is the day when Shie Hassaikai have to go on the new mission, go to other mafia named "The Bloody Dollmaker". Boss of the mafia is Amaru, his quirk is actually the blood dollmaker, he can make any doll with his blood, one bottle of peanut-sized blood can make a doll monster that will kill 10 heroes. His group have 10 members, him, you, your son, and others.

Yes, you are the one of them, and your quirk is bugs, the bugs lives in your clothes, and some live inside you, inside your ears, eyes, and other. But not the basic ones, no, the poisened ones, the bugs eho gave you sickness with one bite. Your son is 7 and he is quirkless, like his dad, who died long time ago.

When Overhaul hear about your quirk, he wanted to decline every meeting with them, germaphobia is the only thing that will never leave him. But he have to do this meeting and this deal, it's imporatnt. So he ignore that.

Next day, it's their time to go, Kai, Hari, Mimic and Setsuno, they dressed, and take some things with them, they will stay there for 3 days.

"Are y'all ready?" Overhaul ask impatiently. "Yeah!" Mimic and Setsuno yell and while coming to him, "Yes, just, i need to do my hair" Chrono said and Overhaul look at him with 'you serious?' look.

After he finally finished, they go in the car, the trip took 40 minutes.

When they came, little boy was there, playing with, toys, with you. Chisaki knew how you look, he saw you when he deal with Amaru, he was thinking you are okay, and your son. But when he finds out about your quirk, he wanted to vomit, but he knew it wasn't your fault, he would use his erease bullets on you, just to not have that disease.

Car stops and they went out, you saw them, get up and comes to greet them with your son.

ᝰ ❛ Chisaki POV ❜ ᝰ

There they was, they and their son, poor person, they looks sick, those bugs, they have pale skin, blue mouth, sleepy eyes, and torn (h/c) hair, bugs probably live in there and eating their hair as soon as it is so destroyed. Their son looks tired as well, but he is not like them, but he looks okay

"Welcome again, mister Overhaul" they greet me with sweet smile. And my heart felt warm for any reason. "Thank you, you gotta be Y/N and your son i guess" i said and they nod. "This is my son Aru, baby say hi" they turn to him at last part while Aru hides behing them. Aru wave his little hand to us and Chrono and Setsuno waves back. "Well, you can go in, Amaru is in his office" They said and we nod.

They picked up Aru and he start playing with Y/N's hair and bugs in it, he looks happy playing with them.

'He really love his parent, they are sweet together' i thought.

We came in the big japanese house, it looks pretty normal, clean, and traditional. I liked that.

"Okay, so Amaru's office is-" they started but tiny voice continue "(mommy, daddy, maddy, etc), can i help them find the office, pleasee?" He said with cute face and his parent giggle "Of course honey, just don't bither them and come back, you have to take a bath, okay?" He nod with a big smile on his face.

'I kinda like his parent, they are not that bad'.

"Follow me gentelmans!" He yell and i smile a little under my mask. "So, Aru..." i started and he turned his face to me "yes mister Overhaul? Something wrong?" He asks "No, nothing wrong, can i ask you something?" I asked. "Oh yes, of course!" He smiled, "Nice...well, is Amaru your father?" I asked and his happy face turned in sad look, what did i said wrong? Damn it, i'm bad with children.

"Well, no.." he said with teary eyes "i never met my dad, (mommy,daddy, maddy, etc) said that, he died or something, when i was born i think" his tears starts falling from his eyes. "Oh, i didn't know that, but, you take good care of your parent, right?" He nod "That's good, your dad is proud, don't forget that" i said and Setsuno, Hari and Mimic looked really shooked, i don't know why actually.

We came in the front of Amaru's office. And Aru opened the door.

"AMARU! YOUR GUESTS ARE HERE!" He yell hapily and dark haired man, Amaru, smiled. "Oh, you lead them?" Amaru asked and Aru nod proudly. "Where is that bitch you call parent?" He said laughing and Aru got his sad face again "Can you stop with that? My (mommy, daddy, maddy, etc.) is not a bitch!"

That makes me and the others with me suprised and disgusted, how can he called them like that, and in the front of their 7 years old son.

"Huh, yeah sure, no" Amaru said and Aru looked angrly, Amaru is an idiot indeed. "It's not my bussines but, it's disgusting to call someone a bitch, especially in front of their son" i said and he scoffs "Yeah yeah, Aru, go to that bitch now" Amaru said laughing and Aru left the room agrly with teary eyes. I gritted my teeth under the mask, but i stood quiet.

ᝰ ❛ time skip ❜ ᝰ

Chisaki get mad, he didn't like how doll maker respect others, he isn't that respectful to his own men, but that happen when they deserve it. But disrespecting someone like Y/N in the front of their child, he wasn't happy.

The meeting started, and the boss was more than childish, Kai noticed, but this deal was important to him, so he ignored Amaru's actions.

When they finally finished with the deal, it was time for Chisaki and his men to go home.

They were heading to the door and then Y/N came in with their son.

ᝰ ❛ Chisaki's POV ❜ ᝰ

"Heya" they greeted us with the sweet smile, i felt butterflies in my stomach. "Hey bitch" Amaru said and their sweet smile went to a sad look really quick. Okay, that's it... i thought angrly.

"This deal is over." I said coldly, Amaru doesn't deserve my time and Chrono and Setsuno noticed that, Amaru was shooked but by his face with smir he probably thought i was joking. "You joking, right?" He said, i knew it. "I. Never. Joke" i said about to snap, "Dude, relax" Chrono putted his hand on my shoulder and i calmed a bit, Y/N and their son was really confused.

"But why?" Amaru asked, "Cuz you are the most disrespectful childish man i ever met, and i have no time for you and your acts" i said with neutral look. Amaru's eyes widened.

"How am i?"

"You are disrespecting Y/N"

"They doesn't need respect, they are not important to me" he rolled his eyes and i smirked under my mask.

"Then i'm taking them, along with their son..."

"What? No you can't!" He yelled

"U just said they are not important, and i can do that cuz i did.." he stood quiet and i commanded to Chrono, Setsuno, Mimic, Aru and Y/N to come with me, Y/N and Aru smiled happily, so i did too.

Amaru stood frozen as we leaved.

"Why?" Y/N asked "Why did u do that?"

"Cuz he is an idiot, simple" i replied. "I have no time for children like him, and you always belonged to me, i know that" They blushed by that and Aru smiled wide again.

"HEY, DOES THAT MEAN YOU ARE MY DAD NOW!!??" Aru asked "WHA- HONEY I DON'T THINK SO!" Y/N blushed and yelled and i chukle.

"Well, i really love your parent, so, sort of, we will see soon i guess" i winked at Y/N and they blushed even more as Aru jumped happily.

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Here is the last one for tonight, enjoy and give me more ideas for one shots!

Also sorry for bad grammar in the book.

#bnha #overhaul #kai chisaki #bnha x reader #digital drawing #art #drawing #hari kurono #chronostasis #digital art #kai chisaki x reader #overhaul x reader #chisaki overhaul

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constantlyunlightening · 4 years

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Convincing

Kinktober Day 4 : Gunplay w/ Chisaki Kai

Other kinks/Trigger warnings: squirting, degradation, submission

This is not the fic I was originally gonna write for Kai. I actually had something a L O T worse in store and it’s an idea I’m throwing on the backburner for either another day of kinktober, or for a fully fleshed out fic after. Not sure yet. I just watched a compilation of Chisaki moments and this scene manifested itself, so here we are. :)

And it may not be as dark as the original fic I wanted to write, but keep in mind, Chisaki is a villain and I do write him as such. My portrayal of his relationships are not healthy ones. This particular one isn’t as bad as it could be, but still.

Disclaimers: Read/interact only if you’re 18+. Characters are all 20+ Keep in mind this is fiction and does include dark content - so stop/take breaks if you need to. This is not something to enjoy in real life but enjoy it as a story if you’re interested. :)

"Convince me, then."

Those words played over and over again in your head. The curse he had put on you now becoming your own personal mantra. You wanted to convince him. You needed to convince him. Every nerve within you pleaded for his touch but your germaphobe of a significant other needed convincing apparently.

If that had been said to you in years previous, you would have had a fit. Having to convince your so-called lover to touch you was a red flag. Any other man before Chisaki Kai and you wouldn't have so much as entertained the thought. Zero tolerance.

But for him? Within the last hour since he had told you to persuade him, he had gotten you to undress and fall to your knees before him. Oh but you weren't just sloppily down in front of him - that just wouldn't do. No, you had to have form. As his lover, you were an extension of himself who must keep herself clean, proper and worthy of a yakuza's lover at all times. He made that clear when he had agreed to commit to you. You were to obey every command, every order, every whim. And because it was him, you agreed.

So, for him, you weren't just on the floor like a dog; you were kneeling- like a proper submissive. Legs tucked straight underneath your body, toes pointed, back straight and your arms folded behind your back. At some point when your position was right, Chisaki had thought it appropriate to pull a gun out from underneath his jacket, which was promptly held in front of you, the muzzle of the gun tapping your lips.

Your newly found mantra rang in your ears as you obediently opened your lips without so much of a word, letting him slowly push the barrel into your waiting mouth. Maybe you should have been more worried, especially with his finger toying over the trigger. You had seen Chisaki kill people before. But the thing was, if he had wanted to kill you, he already would have. His quirk was scarier than this gun was.

Besides, if he did shoot, poor thing would have a mess all over his office.

"You must be desperate if you're willing to put a weapon in your mouth," his voice came out slow, calm. As if this were simply another task among his daily objectives. "Are you really willing to risk a bullet through your skull for the sake of me putting my hands on you? Rather pathetic. You don't even know where this gun has been and yet you're putting it in your mouth?" There was that beat of disgust - only a mild disgust but present nonetheless. You felt a little sick for the way your core heated from his words.

You had overheard Kai preaching to one of his subordinates over "the carrot and the stick method" before - find a balance between the reward and the punishment. For someone who sat there and lectured someone about it, Kai was a lot more stick. Oh, but did he do mean so well.

You popped your mouth off of the barrel but only in order to let your tongue lick up the bigger trails of saliva for a response. You may not know where the gun had been, but it was his. You were positive he kept his gun the cleanest around. And even if he didn't….

You would do it if you could convince him.

The mask he wore on his face didn't do much to conceal the way his face started to twist at your display. Positively filthy. But, he had been the one to prompt the action, knowing you would follow his command. Filthy as it may be, it was surely within his wishes even though his marigold eyes were boring down on you with something akin to repulsion.

You met his stare head on as he pulled the gun out of your face and instead dropped to a squat in front of you. His knees were spread out a bit while he rested his elbows against his thighs, lazily poking the gun into the skin of your legs. "Get up on your knees more and spread," he stared simply and like you were under a spell, your body obliged. Your body shifted so your weight was brought forward onto your knees and your rear was no longer resting on your calves. A sharp push of the gun into your inner thigh helped urged your legs to space apart.

"Yes, sir."

His eyes shifted to meet your gaze at your words and he quirked a brow at you, making you wonder if he actually wanted you to speak. He didn't comment though, instead opting to push the barrel of the gun against your folds, watching your slick coat over the metal. The metal was warmed from the heat of your mouth but it still sent a shiver down your spine. "You're sick." In some ways, you agreed. You just didn't care. You already loved a villain. You were sick and he was your disease.

His nose wrinkled again at the way your body seemed to react to the words. He pulled the gun away, only to see the sticky coating connecting the barrel to your heat. "Really sick."

You bit at your lip, deciding against defending yourself and after hearing a sigh, Kai stood up, pinching the handle of the gun between his fingers. He snagged a tissue out of the box on the table of his office and placed the sullied gun on that to put it aside for now. And when his gaze came back to you, you swallowed hard under the intensity. Hard to mistake him for anything other than in control.

"Stand up."

You scrambled to your feet at the words, trying your best to stay poised but the desperation in your movement was obvious. Had you pleased him? Surely he wasn't about to tell you to leave - you were completely naked.

"Spread your legs."

Another scramble to get yourself propped open and you could feel the adrenaline course through your veins as he took off his jacket, draping it over the back of the couch before moving in closer to you. Closer. Closer. He stopped inches before reaching your body and your breath got hitched with his simple proximity. You really hoped you had convinced him…

You had convinced him.

Finally you got the fucking carrot to the stick.

Before you had the chance to realize he had moved, his hand had dove between your legs and two gloved fingers were entering your core. You were seeing stars. It had been much too long since you've felt something there other than your own hand. It was still just fingers inside of you, but somehow him scissoring you open felt immensely better. In an effort to get your balance from the sudden intrusion, you were grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt as you focused on keeping your legs open. His nose crinkled again and you almost thought he was going to push you off him, but he kept his fingers stretching out your insides, the fabric gently scratching against you.

"The more I touch you, the filthier you get," he stated as his motion switched from a stretching sensation to a pumping one, moving in and out of you, causing you to mewl. "And here, I should be your cure. Maybe you're beyond saving, hm?" Cruel words but you were too wrapped up in your victory to care. You struggled to quell the urge to rock your hips - you didn't dare to push your position and ruin your chances. "You claim to be a Yakuza's partner but you're acting more like some common filth standing at a corner somewhere. A whore."

His hand moved to contour around your body like he was grabbing you from the insides, and he punctuated his insult with a yank that made you bounce up onto your toes for a moment as his fingers rammed up deeper inside of you. The sudden speed and strength may have been enough to hurt but when he moved his clothed thumb to your clit, any complaints you may have had died out. It was just gentle grazes of that sweet spot, but combined with the way his fingers curled, pressing up against your walls, it was a killer combination.

Quiet moans and whines escaped your lips as your legs trembled more and more every time Kai started to pick up speed. Faster, deeper… Your hands were tensing in his shirt and you tugged, earning you a heavy glare. "What happened to all that posture from before? You look like you can hardly stand," he commented and without bothering to actually get a response from you, he managed to find a spongy little spot inside your body and he found a rhythm fucking his fingers into that targeted spot. All you could manage was a cry as your eyes practically rolled back into your skull.

"I'm starting to get bored with this," he droned on, despite the way he was now jabbing his fingers straight into your g-spot with a force that had you barely able to keep still. "If you're seeking satisfaction from this, you better find it quickly. Otherwise I may just leave you to fend for yourself." He could talk all he wanted but it wasn't going to take you much more. You felt a coil in your stomach ready to snap. Actually, you were starting to feel like you had to pee - which by all means should have been a danger sign for you considering your clean freak partner, but the euphoria of it all was making you forgetful.

Jab. Jab. Jab. When he returned back to your clit with his thumb, this time giving it a more thorough breed of attention, that's when your coil snapped. Your orgasm hit hard. It hit sticky and wet and squirting. Your chance to cum around his fingers was gone because as soon as he heard your wild cry, his eyes widened a fraction and his hand whipped out of you just fast enough to avoid the onslaught of your gush. You hardly even registered your hands being yanked off his clothes, until he released you and stepped back. No sympathy for you or your shaky legs. He let you fall to the floor in your messy pleasure and leveled a glare at you as your afterglow hit you while you sat in your self made puddle.

A whimper rose from your lips, dissatisfied at the loss of touch but a bit too blissed out from the orgasm to form any coherent sort of protest. A click of his tongue had your blurry gaze dragging to meet his visage. He looked annoyed for someone who had just made you squirt - how had he even known how to do that? "You made a mess," he stated bluntly as he used his clean glove to discard the one now covered in traces of you. He plopped it on the same kleenex with the gun before he grabbed his jacket. What was he doing now?

As he started to walk away, that's when you realized he was simply leaving you here. You were sitting in your own filth. Of course he was choosing to leave. You didn't think your legs were prepared to get up and run after him effectively. He took a last glance back at you as he got to the doorway. "Get yourself together and clean up in here. I can't stand looking at such a wreck."

And then he left.

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transsexualhamlet · 3 years

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Sherlock Holmes Reactions As A Flaming Homosexual (part 5 lmao)

Again I will be putting this shit under the cut because it's gonna be So Long and also fair warning for sherlock is in fact a raging drug addict and I have a lot of yknow parts that talk about that so tread with caution but hi i am once again yelling. keep in mind i am deliriously ill while writing this one but i think i sound. just about as insane as usual. maybe it's a bit less organized tho lol

OK FIRST I WILL STATE IT SOMEHOW DID NOT COME TO MY ATTENTION FIRST READING SIGN OF FOUR THAT WATSON APPARENTLY F U C K S

like i think it's so funny that most people will look at those two and definitely think it's the other way around but no. sherlocks a virgin and watson has had sex with every woman ever and probably not limited to women

and another thing I somehow missed the first time around in sign of four. sherlock sherlock please honey this is serious get help

THREE TIMES A GODDAMN DAY???? SHERLOCK I AM BEGGING YOU TO STOP HOW IS THIS MAN ALIVE

Funniest thing is that watson tells him to stop and hes like Watson i Only do drugs when the Newspaper is boring

is the newspaper boring three times a day sherlock. is it really

And at the same time sherlock checks the paper like a goddamn phone notification he'll just run out and get the latest version to see if anything's changed just like on the hour. Wow that man is not neurotypical.

poor watson tbh

why are these men just batshit fucking insane I love them

So yeah back to some random funny bits i got from reading a ton of the short stories

Ok i must say it's quite funny just my experience being either reading something about sherlock and watson and going awww they're in love or just violently yelling S H E R L O C K

Cause i was like reading a bit where watson was talking about how he was on a nice little walk with sherlock, you know, the kind of walk where no one talks but it's really comfortable and you know only people who know each other Very Intimately like him and sherlock are that well together and i was just like aww

And then three seconds later I'm laughing my ass off about "how did you know my name" "IT WAS ON YOUR HAT"

SDHFDHHDFHFDS AND ALSO THAT TIME WHEN SHERLOCK JUST COMPLETELY GODDAMN MISREAD A SITUATION AND MADE UP THIS CONSPIRACY ABOUT LIKE A SECRET HUSBAND WHOS DEATH HAD BEEN FAKED AND THEN IT WAS JUST OH NO MY KID'S BLACK WHATEVER SHALL I DO

AND BECAUSE HE WAS SO EMBARASSED ABOUT IT HES LIKE WATSON IF I EVER MAKE UP SOME DUMB SHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN FEEL FREE TO CALL ME A FUCKING IDIOT and wow thats the most humble thing hes ever done

And then he starts saying shit like "i hope your marriage doesn't change anything between us" like damn shawty what is that supposed to mean /homosexual

I also love how bc watson is the only one writing it when sherlock is talking about something that happened to him in the past with quotes and stuff there's just like seven fucking quotation marks around each other im dying

SGBDFSNNDSGNSFNFDSDFS I THOUGHT THE SHOOTING THE WALL THING WAS A YUUMORI SPECIFIC THING NO HE JUST DOES IT FOR FUN AND NOT JUST ONCE LIKE HE MAKES ART OUT OF THE FUCKING BULLET HOLES HE WAS MAKING BULLET HOLE ART OF QUEEN VICTORIA PLEASE IM CRYING AND HUDSON WAS LIKE STOP??? SHOOTING THE WALL??? AND HES LIKE SHAWTY IM ALMOST DONE CALM DOWN

And when they make him clean his goddamn room im losing my mind why does he keep random shit from his old cases "in case it comes in handy" and "to remember that time i solved that thing" i am going to throw marie kondo at you

BASFBGHDFSHGFHFSDHHDSFDS IM NOT EVEN SURPRISED THIS HAPPENED BUT ITS SO FUNNY WHEN HE JUST GOT SO HYPERFIXATED ON A CASE THAT HE JUST FUCKING. WORKED ON IT 15 HRS A DAY FOR TWO MONTHS AND THEN GOT SO EXHAUSTED AND SICK THAT WATSON HAD TO TAKE CARE OF HIM AND TAKE HIM TO THE SEASIDE TO GET BETTER LIKE HE GOT VICTORIAN WOMAN DISEASE AND SOMEONE IMMEDIATELY FUCKING GOT MURDERED RIGHT NEXT DOOR AND WATSONS JUST LIKE. HHHHHHHHHHH FINE I SUPPOSE YOU JUST FUCKING KILL YOURSELF AGAIN ALL THIS IS FOR NOTHING IM TRYING SO GODDAMN HARD

I feel so bad for him, hes just trying so hard to keep this idiot alive and it is Not Working

Ok so like this is something Im still absolutely reeling over because it's like. it doesn't even seem real to me but the fact that Sherlock has multiple times just like gone to watson's house in the middle of the night, climbed up his goddamn wall and into his window, been like "you better not be busy" and started Talking

Like. Man's in his nightgown and just sees this fucker climbing in the window like "WATSON WATSON YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND" and not just that. he's like "I only came in because you don't fucking sleep with your wife and it appears that you don't have any men in here either so I thought it was ok" LIKE ONE, WTF IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN SHERLOCK WHY WOULD HE HAVE OTHER MEN IN HIS BEDROOM SEHGIHO:EWOHO:GHE BUT TWO, WHYYY ARE THEY GAY

He didn't even fucking ask or say he was gonna do that no watson just has no clue when hes gonna show up and start remarking upon watson's appearance what even. homosexuals

Sherlock honestly just baffles me sometimes.

Oh, also, I read the one with Mycroft in it, and wow, is the man just as boring as he is in yuumori. That's just hilarious that sherlock is this absolutely insane man and then in contrast his older brother Pays Money to Sit In A Completely Silent Room and Read The Paper

It's so funny how he's like. Straight up even smarter than sherlock but no one gives a shit about him because he just. Is so fucking boring and antisocial

Like, we don't know anything about Sherlock's childhood but like. Part of me wants to think that it must have been absolutely insane and then Mycroft's rebellious stage was to just be fucking boring. Like. I would believe that. Just imagine that

I am going to make the final problem stuff its own post just cause I went absolutely insane over it but yea this was certainly an experience

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artsyxloner · 3 years

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Not Just a Monster

Warning: none

25: Trust?

Hyun-Su P.O.V

Could I trust this guy? My insides were in knots after just finding out he was just like me. He killed his team without hesitation. He pretended to be the rabbit but all along he was the wolf.

I sort of get it to survive even as a monster you have to do whatever it takes. It was true it's not the monsters that are the Scariest it's the humans.

Judging by the paper he showed me when the helicopters flew by dumping them out will they welcome me with open arms? I knew Soo-Nico would if she were alive, she showed me that.

But the others?

I could count probably a couple but that's it. I didn't know them long enough or know their true intentions if they found out about the safe camp. Would they report me? I got to thinking they did use me and Soo-Nico but they made up for it but still.

All this thinking of the what if's made my head spin as we came down the elevator. The same one Jae-Hyeon died in. He was one of the ones that were good to me would I let him down by trusting Ui-Myeong?

Time would tell, I was torn by helping him and trusting the group. I would have to be cautious from here on out. Turning my head I looked at my reflection through the mirror.

It went on because there was another one on the other side as it started back at me. I could have sworn someone my eyes were black. I couldn't die as a human but am I living to see myself become a monster?

I saw the numbers count down until it got to one. I waited a few seconds for the door to open. Soon it did revealing the group, but they all had Serious Expressions on their face I don't blame them after just what happened.

They were holding up all kinds of different weapons. I Scanned through every one of them. Until something NO more like someone caught my eye.

It was HER

Soo-Nico stood in front of me I didn't know how my mind didn't recognize or see her. My breath was caught in my throat, I thought she had died? she did die in my arms.

I had to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I stood there for a couple of minutes processing what was going on but I decided To take a step closer. My words came what stutter-ish and probably unconvincing.

" H-How?"

I raised my hand up and with the tips of my fingers, I gazed at her cheek. It felt warm and firm it felt real. It was. I dropped my hand backing up.

The only way she could be alive is if she was infected. But she couldn't be? She didn't show any signs that I saw or none of them. If she was did she kept it a secret all this time?

But why would she?

I recalled the times she hinted at it during our first and second couple of other meetings. How could've been so dumb not to realize? " Hyun-Su what's going on with you?" My train of thought was Interrupted by Yi-Kyeong.

She stepped towards me with her gun, questioning what was wrong with me. " did I win?" Ui-Myeong stated, more like reminded me of what he thought might happen.

By the looks of the group, I was beginning to think he was right. " Hyun-Su is okay," Eun-hyuk informed everyone but did he know if I was? I began to question everything.

As I heard footsteps walk up behind me. " is that so?" Yi-kyeong now pointed the gun at Ui-Myeong questioning Eun-hyuk.

She still had the gun pointed towards him so I brought my hand back up to the tip of the Barrel lowering it away from him. " don't more!"

" you know those things can't kill me?" Ui-Myeong reminded Sang-Wook who was angry holding the gun tight in his grip. " don't worry about that. I'll find a way to kill you when I need to!" He threatened.

This was all too much.

I kept getting asked questions if I was okay and they kept telling me to come here as if I was their dog. Sang-Wook gun was still up so I walked over towards it the end of it was on my chest. " put that away, he saved me."

" think about what they had done?" I remembered what they did. I took a glance a Soo-Nico I almost let my guard down seeing the bullet hole that was through her shirt that was fully stained in her blood.

I still had some of it on me as well, I was at crossroads. If she was like me why lie and deceive me? There must have been a reason for it. But that reason could be something bad that's why she didn't plan on telling anyone.

It wasn't that hard to guess. " Hyun-Su he killed his men, –Do you trust him?"

I stopped him right there, " –Do you trust me?" I wanted to know did they trust a Monster, Wasn't I good enough that Soo-Nico didn't trust me with her secret? I did trust her either now? I glanced down at her. " seriously, do you trust me or should I trust you?"

I didn't take my eyes off her, she seemed to understand what I was saying now. Her eyes glanced to the floor with a look of regret. I felt my heart skip. I was disappointed in her I was with all of them.

I was just used, I was just filled with lies. They were just like everyone else in my life, did I still have feelings for her maybe? I know I did but right now I need to think everything through.

But first I had to say saying about Ui-Myeong. " He's just like me— So please, put your guns down." I had to break the suffocating atmosphere.

What did that matter? It will be like this for a while it may even become Awkward. So I decided to walk away from them, I didn't have to tell Ui-Myeong he followed.

But something caught my hand, I knew who it was. " Hyun-Su please let me explain—" she squeezed my hand like she did many other times when she did that I use to feel all warm inside but now I don't feel anything.

I had to shake my head, " No, there's nothing I want to hear from you right now." I jerked my hand away, closing my eyes. I couldn't turn and look at her knowing I'll break.

I walked into the room where Sun-Young got killed. There was a large Puddle of her blood laying on the floor, " I did it." I mumbled to myself, I noticed Ui-Myeong stayed behind.

" I... killed Ms. An."

I could hear myself began to cry, usually, Soo-Nico would comfort me but I didn't want to see or talk to her. I hadn't noticed Yi-Kyeong stepped into the room. " I know you had no choice." She nodded her had bottom lip quivering a little.

" you waited until the end, She would've wanted that for you." She turned and walked away out of the room. I could tell there were tears in her eyes. I remembered her face when I made her take her last breath.

As I stared back down at the Puddle of blood seeing my Reflection. Then glanced up at the Concrete column seeing where she was counting down the day until monsterization. It was her Tenth day.

Raising my hand I rubbed my finger over it. Frowning, I had to look away. I had no right to be sad. So I walked out of the room. Seeing Ui-Myeong we took a seat in the day-care-center.

It was quiet until I spoke to you. " What are you going to do from now on?" I questioned not knowing what he was going to do from here? " I'm gonna find more that are just like us." I nodded my mind went to Soo-Nico.

She was like us but different.

He leaned more over towards me, " when the hunt is over, the hound dies. It should live as a wolf, come with me." She suggested, taking me up on an offer did I what to take it?

My heart says no but my head says yes. So there were small quiet footsteps. Ui-Myeong peered over. " is he your friend? Come here it's okay." He motioned. I was it was Su-Yeong, he slowly walked over.

" Hyun-Su have you seen Mr. Han?"

" No."

" look my T-Rex leg is broken, he said he would fix it. Do you know who to fix it!" He pushed it towards me. Asking if I knew how. I didn't feel like fixing anything.

" No."

He looked down said, I didn't feel bad. " what about us? Do you think we can be fixed? I used to think so. Because I thought it was a disease So I volunteered for the experiment." He sighed,

" They made every effort to separate it from me. They tried freezing, thawing, sawing, piercing, scorching. What do you think happened in the end?" He nudged me, " it never came out!" He smiled.

" why not?" He asked as if I questioned it. " because the monster isn't in me. it is me! I realized then this is an evolution! And that I was the chosen one." His eyes turned black like he was all excited.

My stomach began to twist, " Humans have failed Not only did they fail in experiments, But they also failed to be selected by nature."

His eyes turned back to normal after he finished. Did humans fail? Was it time for a new chance for us to evolve into something much more unbreakable? Only if you survive the changing process.

Was it true only the strong survive? Maybe I was looking at this all wrong it wasn't the monster that we have to worry about the next generations to come.

" Accept it humans and we can't coexist anymore anyway." Was he right but that? Even with Soo-Nico, she lied to me this was a tough decision to make she will probably take there the human's side.

She just like them.

So I got up walking down the hallway until I heard more commotion. Did I even want to know? But I went anyway knowing I had to be a better monster than a human. Turing a corner Su-Yeong was being held back by his sister.

He was crying, I didn't know what was happening until I saw Byeong-II and Hye-In and a couple of others. They were trying to kill slime monsters. " No! Stop it!" I Screamed.

But it was no use Byeong-II throw the bottle of fire hitting the monster. I couldn't believe it. " It won't attack us!"

" Well, yes but we–" Byeong-II was stopped by Hye-In. " you don't know when it will Change!" She yelled. " shoot it! It's a monster!" The little girl cried. After all this time they still think monsters are all the bad ones

There was still screaming and crying going around. They began to burn it more with a blowtorch. My eyes winded as the huge yellow light was reflected off the walls.

He was right all along.

I turned to Ui-Myeong, " I guess you were right, monster and humans can't possibly coexist!" Anger rose in me. If they did that to him how can I live or trust these people I'm with?

Not anymore.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Broken promises but relieved hearts

"You... you want me to what?" You asked in disbelief, body freezing cold while feeling your legs trembling but somehow sustaining your body no less.

He sighed while placing some bullets inside a black box of his, before he looked at you dead in the eye, no emotions present on his features.

"Pack your things. I won't repeat myself longer, you know that I hate those things." His tone of voice was... nonchalant, like he didn't know how much this confused and hurted you in the worst ways.

"But... But why? What did I do?" You asked, feeling your chest getting tighter after each word you left out.

"Nothing. Just follow my orders (Y/n)." He said without a care as he returned to looking at some papers... some people were on it but you didn't had the mind for getting curious about it.

"Can I just know why?" You asked breathless, catching one more time his attention.

He looked at you up and down beforr he let out a irritated sigh, resting his head on his hand as he returned it to reading.

"Is nothing from your business. Just pack your things and leave at least this night."

You suddenly felt a wave of not only sadness but anger consume you slowly, that unstoppable feeling sticked on your throat before you whispered some things that Chisski aparently didn't caught it.

"Speak louder. I can't understand a single thing you're saying."

"I said-" yoy curled your hands into fists as your eyes squezeed shut "Why do you do this?"

He only arched his eyebrow at your words, before almost dropping them on his desk when he ssw your eyes tearing up.

Fuck.

"Why do you have to be so... selfish all of the time?" You asked hushed, breathing in and out after you sobbed quietly "After all this time Chisaki. I did and still do all you ask me for, always having my trust and being completely honest." You sobbed, getting the bit of courage to look up at those golden eyes.

"B-But you?" You let out a bitter giggle "You just do these things. Out of the blue, without a explanation or even a single word about it! And now you-you're just kicking me out without a damn good reason?!"

He got up from his chair to extend a hand towards you but you flinched away.

"Tell me Chisaki!" You screamed, hands curled up into trembling fists as the tears rolled down your face.

He looked at you for a brief moment before hanging his head low, bringing his hand to pinch of his nose.

"I'm doing this for protection." He say it at least "Tommorow by tge morning is possible that some heroes invade the base and the scenario is not going to turn out pretty."

"Then you just thought that sending me away would do me any good?" You asked in disbelief "What if I don't want to go dammit?"

"You're going." He growled "You don't have a quirk, neither good enough on reflexes. I don't want you here."

"...you.." you breathed in to contain your anger "fucking.. jerk..!"

You went to turn your back towards him to storm out of the room before gou felt a gloved hand grab on your shoulder and turn you around to him.

"Listen-"

"No." You hissed "I don't want to. I'm sick of this Chisaki! If I am that useless for you you could had just-"

"GODDAMMIT LISTEN FOR ONCE! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE BECAUSE YOU CAN GET HURT!" He grasped onto both of your shoulders, shaking a bit to make you understand him.

You stopped your vent but your tears continued to fall as you looked up at him with surprised eyes. You knew that your boyfriend only shouted when the situation was serious, besides that, he absolutely hated it whoever lifted their tone of voice too loud.

"... I just can't." He breathed out, taking his gloved hands off from your shoulder as his head still hung low. "You got nothing to deal with this issue. So that's why I'm sending you away before its too late..."

"But did you took the minute to think that I would want to stay with you? Kai for crying out loud, I love you!" You exclaimed, frowning when he didn't changed his gaze from the floor to you "I can't just-"

"Remember all those times where you were threatened and almost killed due to your affiliations with me." He sighed "This will help you... This is serious, and I don't want any filth hero laying their hands on you... just think about that when during the time when we are apart."

"You can't expect me to just nod and agree with that!" You shouted, tears coming back with the same force as before while you gripped the hem of your shirt.

"Is for the-"

"It is not!" You protested "It took me a long time to get pass through your walls that you sadly build up due to your fuck up parents! I'm not going to just throw that away for some stupid safety measure!" You cried, getting sad and frustated with how Chisski didn't still looked up at you.

"Angel... please. I already bought a place where you can stay, me and Chrono would be there by the end of tommorow. Just please listen and go..." He pleaded, something that left you in shock.

Since when your Chisaki Kai pleaded for something?

"Why do you do this?" You whimpered, wiping a few tears off from your cheeks with your sleeve "Anyone else you would be fine letting them here... why can't I stay with the person i love the most through thick and skull..?!" You sobbed into your hands, the tears sliding down from your palms and falling into the wood of the floor.

He took a shaky breath before going to take off his mask and place it over his desk, shortoy after making his way towards you.

"Because no matter how many times I tried..." his voice caught your attention, looking up to meet one of the rare faces your boyfriend make.... eyes soft but filled with inner pain and lips quirked up a little bit on a sincere smile.

"I can't help but fall and fall even more for you... this as a consequence makes me want to protect you with all costs. (Y/n), you simply accepted me despite knowing who I was and how I am... I just want to repay you and him after all this kindness." You sobbed loufly before almost throwing yourself at him, using all of your force on that hug.

His muscles tensed at the sudden contact and he ket out a tiny, if you weren't close to him you surely wouldn't be able to hear it, gasp of shock.

"The same goes for you idiot! First Pops coma, and now this? Kai I can't leave you alone. I just can't!" You cried while gripping onto his shirt tightly, letting your tears fall freely.

He felt shivers of displeasure when you commented on Pops current situation, finally catching his breath back as he slowly hugged your waist.

He was going to bring him back. When all of this ended and the yakusa was back and the world cured from thise diseases, he would see how his plan worked, how all of his actions were only to help him... to repay him.

"Is weird how even crying you can still make me feel not like a monster with your arms wrapped around me..." he breath out, inhaling your scent before he oushed you a bit for him to wipe those tears out of his angel's face.

"Please don't make me go away when-"

"(Y/N). Everthing is going to turn out ok. The heroes might invade, but I am not letting them even lay a finger on me. You know what I am capable of." He cupped your cheek on his hand, smilling a bit in relief when you sighed and brought your own hand to hold onto his.

"You're always causing trouble..." you muttered, enjoying the warmth and comfort that Chisaki could bring to you by only a touch.

"A problem that is necessary, see for the bug picture like I do my dearest." He muttered in response, meeting you in one of you guys most passionate and long kiss.

You sighed after he parted away, and rested your head on him as he carresed your hair slowly.

"... I promise." You arched one eyebrow up as you looked at him "I promise I am getting back to you without a single scratch." He said nonchalantly, but you could notice how serious he was by he intensity of his gaze.

Chisaki was never one to promise something, only when it was needed or he felt that would be the only way he would have the person's trust during business...

You sniffled, wiping with your wrist the last remain of your tears.

"You better hold on to that promise Chisaki Kai or else I, without regrets, going to wack your face." You giggled at his chuckle, some happiness back into your soul.

"Agressive are we? Fine then. It's a deal." He brough you close again, noses brushing against each other while each one warmth breaths spread on the other's faces.

"I love you." You sighed, nestling your face on the crook of his neck.

"... same here." He rested his head on your face, hesitantly parting away with a sigh of disappointment "... come. I will take you on that place."

"Right now?" You asked with teary eyes, sad and broken look making him cringe but still not turning back as he picked up his mask and placed it over his face again.

"Right now." He said numbly, opening the door of his office to let you pass through first.

With heavy heart, gulit slowly consuming him and the sudden cold and numb world he once lived in came back the moment ,he returned to the Shie Hassaikai... with no emotions on his face... merely a frow on as he walked alone to his bedroom to face the cruel and cold bedsheets.

That night he didn't sleep... since the devil had no angels on his arms to expelled his night terrors away from him.

Four walls, no morning light, a messed up bed and without both of his arms...

That was his life now. Caged, arrested on the worst prison of Japan. Tartarus, a place only dedicated to mantain the worst of the criminals in it.

He sighed and hitted the back of his head on the wall behind him.

Everything he had worked so hard for... just got ripped out of his hands... and as a little bonust that Shigaraki had took his arms and his finsihed product...

Even remembering the scene gave him chills... the pain of losing your arms though not surpassing the pain of letting the only man who had raised him down... the worst is that he couldn't bring Pops back, with his illness gone he was just like Shigaraki said.

A pathetic. Quirkless man. Loser...

He didn't even bothered how he was bejng threatened in there... he had lost everything.

And you? Dear god you must hate him. Despise his existence. Wish the heroes had killed him.

Surely you saw the news. He not only broked his promise but the heroes showed what he was doing...

You were never going to forgive him... he had lost the most special person on his life.

What is the purpose of living now? Why was he still breathing? This was some cruel joke from the universe? A way to pay his sins?

The voice of the guard brought him back to reality, not changing his numb and broken gaze fron the white ceiling of his cell.

"You have a visit Chisaki."

"... don't call me that. It makes my ears bleed hearing that name coming out of your disgusting mouth." The guard snickered and left the cell chuckling while saying something about 'first have a finger to suck on, the after come talking shit to me.'

Filthy...

He lowered his head to see whoever it was before widening his eyes and losing his breath at seing you standing there, face srcunched up or in anger or in worry.

He betted jt was the first one though by the way your fists were curled up.

"... It's only fair that you 'wack me on the face' noe my dearest.... go ahead, I deserved it." He lowered his head while saying this.

He heard your heavy footsteps coming closer at him, signing and closing his eyes he prepared for the impact...

What he didn't expected though was to feel your loving and clean arms wrap around his neck as you aprted your legs to climb on his lap.

"You idiot!" You cried, making him go wide eyed at your actions "I was so scared of loosing you and never seing you again!" You hugged hin closer while sobbing, feeling your shoulder start to get wet as well.

He gritted his teeth together whiel tightening his jaw, letting only a whimper of his out before he closed his eyes and rested on your shoulder.

With the absence of his arms he couldn't just crush you on him like he so desperately wanted.

"I'm sorry..." he said quietly, feeling like the worst of juman garbage at heari g and feeling his angel to cry on him BECAUSE of him.

He owned a explanation...

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agentmothman18 · 4 years

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YouTube Zombie AU

I have no life-

When the first out break came, thousands had been infected with the disease. If it could even be considered that. Jack, who had been staying over at Felix's house that weekend, was mortified this was actually happening. So was everyone else that got to witness over the television screen. First hand experiences didn't come until the 3rd month for the Irish man, the outbreak only recently spreading across the continent.

Felix was Jacks childhood friend, they didn't grow up together since Felix had to move around a lot. It was mostly a back and forth from Sweden to Ireland for their family. But one the months Felix did come to Ireland, he and Jack would hang out. When Jack got old enough, had a job and a stable income, he would take vacations to go see his Swedish friend. And through Felix he met Marzia, the Swedish mans girlfriend. Jack instantly liked her, he knew the woman would make Felix a better man in the end and seeing how happy the two were together made him happy.

But when the disease spread to Ireland, where the three had decided to stay for a while, it was like watching flies drop form zapping laps that people hang on their porches. Everyone had been so unprepared, even with the 3 month warnings. Flights out to the nearest base camps left within days, Jack and the couple baring making it on one. It was hard for them, not just leaving home to head to Fort Knox but also to see so many people die. And in such gruesome ways that made his stomach turn just remembering.

'Everything's going to be okay.' He remembered Marzia telling them this. Optimistic that the government would find a cure and fix this mess. When that was brought up though, a couple two rows down form them spoke about how this was God punishing them. That the human race was so messed up that God planned for this to happen to them, to punish them in the nose sadistic was possible. Jack would have applauded the god for its cruel ways, but during the moment that was the last thing he would have thought about. To busy trying to keep up with what was going on during the time.

The base camp didn't last long, maybe a month had went by before things fell apart again. To many people gathered in one area was soon realized to be a horrible idea and those that survived split in different directions. It was during that time that Felix had lost Marzia so the Rotters, both watching in horrified shock as the woman's scream was drowned out by her own blood filling her lungs. Felix would have died there too if Jack hadn't ripped him away from the scene. The Swedish has fought against him, screaming and crying for Jack to leave him with her. It tore Jack apart, his heart breaking for his best friend.

After that, things had been different for the both of them. Felix had shut down, becoming a shell of the happy man he used to be and Jack has toughened up. Maybe not physically, though that did increase too, but now he wasn't scared or felt guilty when it came to shooting the walking dead. Nor living people who wanted to kill them. They both found out the hard way that some survivors turned to cannibalism during this mess of a life time. It was disgusting and something Jack would never stoop so low to.

In the presence of today, it was just Jack and Felix. They've traveled, on foot, from Kentucky all the way to Cheyenne, Wyoming. There were plenty of close calls along the way, both from Rotters and survivors. It left Felix without a working right arm, broken from a scuffle with a beefy man who wanted their guns. Jack felt bad he couldn't do more than just align the bone and wrap it, they didn't have pain medication or even the right material to keep the bone from slipping out of place and healing wrongly. "We should rest." Jack said, glancing to his broken watch for the millionth time. It stopped working back in Missouri, so they couldn't tell the time other then looking at where the sun was in the sky. So with a sigh of slight annoyance, jack glanced to the orange-ing sky.

"We can't until we find cover." Felix let out a hiss of pain when he moved his broken arm, the makeshift sling was pinching at his skin. Jack hand nodded in agreement, leading them farther down the barren highway. They were surrounded by trees and the occasional car, which they would stop to check for supplies, but no houses to take cover in.

About two more miles of walking, Jacks feet had had enough for the day. They'd been walking since sunrise with breaks only to rest or eat what little they had. "I give up." He kept his voice down, not wanting to catch the attention of any lurking Rotters. "Well just have to settle in a car for the night."

"Or that house." Felix pointed behind Jack, who whipped around fast enough to almost cause himself whiplash. He had been sure moments ago there was no houses near by, now there was one? The lack of food and sleep was really getting to him. But the house was there, just hidden so he wasn't going completely crazy yet.

With a simple nod of the head, they made the short trek to the house. It was an old country looking house, two stories with white chipped paint on the walls. Even a cute wrap around porch, a house you'd see on old country movies. Jack had told Felix to stay outside while he checked the place out, staring with the perimeters of the house before venturing inside. He had checked every nook and cranny by the time he was sure it was safe, poking his head out the door and motioning for Felix to come in.

"We'll head out in the morning." Jack spoke quietly to Felix, who nodded and didn't hesitate to head for one of the upstairs bedrooms. He was exhausted and in pain, Jack couldn't blame him. When there was a definite click of a door shutting upstairs, the Irish man finally moved from his spot at the door. He took the living room couch, wanting to stay on the ground floor in case of an emergency.

And for the better half of the night, things were peaceful and quiet. It wasn't until what felt like 2 in the morning that Jack woke up to the front door creaking open. By now, those that were still surviving have learned that the Rotters were smarter than they once thought. They were evolving, for the worse. So for a door to be opened was nothing to the dead.

As quietly as Jack could, he rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a soft thud noise. He freaked out for a moment that he had given himself away but the footsteps coming into the house had went for the kitchen. It gave him enough time to get his gun ready in one hand and a knife in the other. A panicky feeling bubbled in his stomach, making his hands shake for a mere seconds before he calmed himself with a deep breath. He cringed at the creaking floor beneath him, cursing when movement in the kitchen ceased for a moment. Then, he heard voices.

Quiet voices but ones to set him on edge just as bad as the Rotters screaming. "Just get the food and go." A deep voice, smooth and commanding had spoke. Jack felt a little at easy that they weren't interested in them but that didn't mean he was going to let them leave with their food. So, against better judgment Jack had pushed the kitchen door open with his knife hand.

"You're not taking anything." His voice was monotoned, no emotions held in it thanks to the months of hell. Though just a quickly a light had blinded him and there was a click of a gun being cocked ready for its first shot.

"Look, we're not looking for trouble." Another male voice had spoke out, less deep than the first one but almost sounding apologetic. "We just need a bit of food and we'll leave." Jack squinted against the blinding light, moving to the side to get out of its way. The movement didn't cause any problems thankfully, and he had hesitantly lowered his gun. Jack was still a kind person at heart, even if this new world has made him cold.

The light was shinned up towards the ceiling, providing light for the whole room. Jack could finally get a good look at the two, one wearing a mask with a straight line for a mouth and two dots as the eyes. The other had the being of a bread growing, it was kept trimmed though and complimented the mans features. Something about the pair seemed different than most survivors they'd come across. Less aggressive was one thing for sure, but there was a feeling in Jacks gut that told him he could trust them. A bubbling feeling that felt almost comfortable.

"How much food do you have?" Jack asked, putting his gun in its holder on his hip and the knife back in his boot. And to his surprise, the two took their backpacks off and emptied them on the table. There was barely anything; two bottles of waters, three cans of soup, and two packs of those cheesy cracker things. Felix and him didn't have much but they at least had way more than these two. There was also a few guns that clanked down onto the table after falling out, no bullets though he realized. "Damn." He mumbled, his tone sympathetic.

"Most the gas stations on this stretch have been whipped clean." The man without the mask spoke, he looked exhausted in the dim lighting. "If you keep heading northwest on this road you'll be dead in a day. Rotters are crawling around about two miles up." He informed, much needed information considering that was where him and Felix were heading.

"Thanks for the heads up." Jack gave a simple nod with his thanks. "Where are you two headed?" He asked, heading to the cabinets to grab spare food.

"Kentucky." The other had spoke, voice slightly muffled by the mask. Jack cringed at the mention of that place, bad memories surfacing. Grabbing 4 cans of soup and two bottles of water, Jack turned and set it on the table with their stuff.

"If you're headed for Fort Knox, it's a bust. Place got overran with Rotters about two or three months ago." He told them, most his days running together so it was hard to tell how many months it was exactly.

"Well shit." Mr. No-mask groaned, a hand running over his face. "Then I guess we're headed no where." He sighed out, glancing to his masked friend. Jack watched the two, words getting lodged in his throat from trying not to speak them.

"We could head to the NAS down in Meridian." Both Jack and the man without the mask looked to the one with the mask. Jack was dumbfounded, that was months away on foot and for all they knew it was just like Fort Knox. But it there was a chance, for these two at least. For him and Felix, they refused to go anywhere with many survivors. Not after what happened last time.

"To far away. I'd rather die by Rotters than walk that far-"

"What are your names anyway?" Jack cut in, wanting a name to the two he was giving half his food too.

"Oh, my names Mark, this is Cry." Mark had introduced them, motioning to the man with a mask who was Cry. It seemed a little silly to call someone that but he wouldn't say anything about it, some people liked to keep their identity under-wraps even in times like these.

"I'm Jack." There was silence that fell over them for a moment, before the Irish man spoke up again. "If you're not leaving for Meridian, you're welcome to join me and my friend." Jack offered, something he never thought he'd be doing. But four seemed like an okay amount of people to have, more than that was to much.

The two seemed shocked for a moment, looking at each other in a silent conversation. Jack could only keep up with have of it, guessing what they were saying by what he saw Marks facial expressions do. But in the end, they both nodded to each other in their unspoken agreement and turned towards Jack. He was expecting them to decline his offer.

"We're in then."

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