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CW: Established marriage, mention of triplets (Merida's brothers reference cuz i love that movie), MWII plotline (spoiler warning if u dont know ig)
TW: death mention
Word Count: 1586 (give or take)
After fiddling around with the keys in my possession, I finally unlock the front door to our house for the first time in months. I sigh at the sight of toys and blankets scattering about the living room. I kick off my boots and place them neatly beside (Y/n)’s. The silence was an amazing change of pace from the usual hustle and bustle of the base that I endured for months. Although even if the house was rowdy, I’d welcome it knowing it was my triplet boys probably getting into some mischief— probably excited to see that their Da was finally home.
I quietly walk upstairs, footsteps hidden by the chirp of crickets outside as I walk to my three 5-year-olds’ shared room and slowly open the door to hear their little snores and heavy sighs. I wanted to wake them— to see all those big blue eyes light up as they jump out of bed but I knew my wife probably had a tough time getting them down in the first place. Especially since she was by herself.
“Shit...” I whisper, “Poor lass is exhausted as all hell.”
I kneel by each bed; Noah, Jordan, and then Logan, place a soft kiss on their little foreheads, rubbing it in with my thumb before I leave the room just as silent as I entered. I tiptoe into our shared bedroom and my eyes soften as they land on her sleeping form: face squished into my pillow and her braids obscuring her beautiful face like vines hiding a secret garden. I walk closer to sit on the bed, the dip in the mattress causing her to stir in her sleep, waking enough to murmur groggily.
“Boys...” She sighs, eyes still shut, “Bad dreams again...?”
I chuckle softly and gently brush a braid away from her face, taking a moment to admire my wife— the love of my life, the mother of my children that I missed so very much. Her eyebrows furrow, almost as if she realized how big the hand on her face was before finally fluttering those dark eyes open with a deep inhale. She smiles softly.
“Johnny~”
"Sorry if I woke you."
“Oh shut up.”
(Y/n) sits up groggily and quickly pulls me into a tight hug and I can feel the tears stinging at the backs of my eyes as she wraps her arms around my neck. I hug her back just as tight, burying my face where her neck meets her shoulder, the familiar, heavenly scent of her overwhelming me with everything I've missed in my absence.
“Best wake up ever.”
I let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to look at her, using my rough hands to cup (Y/n)’s face, my thumbs gently brushing against her soft skin.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you, baby."
With a strong, firm hand on the base of her skull, I pull (Y/n) closer for a deep kiss, our noses bumping together and lips moving together hungrily as she’s instantly filled with the energy to pull me closer by my face and shirt. I pull back slowly, reluctant to part our lips, groaning dramatically at the loss before resting my forehead against hers. I whisper,
“I’m sorry--”
“You had a mission, Johnny.”
“You know what I mean.”
“You just look so tired, love.”
“You actin’ like you didn’t just wake me up.”
She laughs softly, caressing my stubble with her thumb, “Little monsters have your energy you know.”
I chuckle, “Yeah, that’s why I’m concerned. Don't know how you put up with ‘em on your own all this time.”
“On my own? Of course not, I either called my dad or my sisters.”
I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off my chest. “Good. I'm glad you had help. Love them, but those boys can be a handful sometimes."
“Yet another thing they get from their father.”
She grabs my shirt and tugs me on top of her, our chest pressed together as I hold myself up over her. I run my fingers through (Y/n)’s hair, gently combing through the strands.
“Oh, so you think it’s my fault~?”
“I don't think, I know.”
I give her a gasp, feigning offense. “That so? And what makes you say that, hm?”
“You make me worry.”
My expression softens, a hint of guilt gnawing at my gut. “I know, love. If I could, I'd keep you from ever having to worry about me. If I could...”
“I just know you're really brave and go above and beyond for your job like you’re a superhero, but it still makes me worry.”
“I'm always careful, baby. I promise.” I essentially do a small push-up to kiss those plump lips again, “And I won't do anything foolish. You and the boys are my number one priority, okay? I won't take unnecessary risks."
(Y/n) smiles against my lips before kissing me again, her soft hand sliding up my muscular arm. As our kiss continues, her hand goes higher until I wince and grimace. She stops her hand with a soft gasp at the feel of stitches. She quickly clicks on my bedside lamp and tries to pull the sleeve up.
"Ah, it's nothin'."
“Shut it.”
I let her pull my short sleeve up so (Y/n) can take a look at the stitches on my arm. They're neat and relatively small, but the whole area looks red and tender. I tried to put on a brave face, but I knew it was too late: she already had a thousand anxious thoughts scrambling in that gorgeous mind of hers.
“Johnny—”
"It's just a few stitches, love. It looks worse than it is, promise."
She squints, analyzing the wound itself before locking her eyes back on mine. “This is where Graves shot you?”
My eyebrows furrow, my expression hardening at the mention of that fuckin’ name. “How’d ya know that?”
“...Laswell tells me everything that happens with you.”
"Everything? She's been snitching on me for everything?”
“Well, almost; the not classified stuff, obviously I mean.”
“Me gettin’ shot wasn’t classifed?”
“John.”
"Aye, but it was mostly clean.” I sit back on my heels and remove my shirt, wincing a little as I pull it over my stitched-up arm, “No major arteries or anything important. Hurt like hell, but I've had worse.”
She examines the area one more time before letting it go— enough... for now.
“Why did Graves shoot you; I thought you were friends.”
"Aye, thought me too, but the fucker has been workin' with Shepherd this whole time."
“Wait, whaddya mean? Isn't that your boss...?”
"Aye, but he's lost his bloody mind; they both have. Long story short: they’re both on the wrong side now."
She frowns sympathetically, “And they shot my baby.”
I reach out to touch (Y/n)’s face to try to soothe her worry. "I'm alright, love. I'm alive and I'm here with you. That's all that matters, yeah?"
“Yeah but what if he wanted to kill you...?”
“I mean, he did but—”
“Yeah, not helpful.”
“Sorry, the point is he didn’t. I ain't goin' anywhere. I promised I'd come back to you, and I will. No matter what. I won't let anyone keep me away from you and the boys. I'm a tough bastard.”
“I know, I know, I just...” She sighs before poking my chest, “If you die, I'm gonna fuckin’ kill you.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I gently caress her cheek.
“Impossible, ya dummy.”
“Then you better haunt me so I can scold you, ya dumbass.”
"If I do kick the bucket, I'll haunt you every fuckin’ day. You won't have a moment's peace. I'll keep switching the toilet paper rolls around and leaving the cupboard doors open, just to drive you crazy."
“Doesn't sound too far off from what you do when you're home so I can’t get any crazier.”
“Oh just you wait, I'll step up my game from the grave. I'll haunt the TV and only make it play shows I know you don't like."
(Y/n) laughs as quietly as she can to not wake the boys, “You’re a bitch.”
"Hey, that's no way to talk to a dead man, woman! Might fuck around with the thermostat too, just to make sure the room is always too hot or too cold. You'll never be able to get comfortable."
“And if I find someone else to be my personal heater...?”
“Aye, death won't stop me from being your personal heater.”
“Ghosts don't have body heat, stupid.”
“You don't know that for sure; maybe ghost heat is a thing. I’ll still be here to keep ya warm."
“So you're gonna cuddle me from beyond the grave now?”
"Oh, I'll do more than cuddle, lass~” I wink, “Just use your imagination: if I can touch you from beyond, I'll still be able to show you just how much I need you. Maybe even more so, since I'll have eternity to devote to your pleasure. You ain't gettin’ rid of me that easily.”
(Y/n) laughs and swats my uninjured shoulder.
“So much for getting remarried.”
I can't help but grin at her observation. “Nah, can’t have that, love. The thought of anyone else getting their hands on you would make me a vengeful spirit.”
She cups my face, pulling me into another deep kiss to which I smile against her lips, humming as I crawl back on top of her to turn our simple kiss into the make out session I've been needing.
CW: Confused Michael lol, afab parts mentioned, groping/palming, ✋🏾job, riding
TW: quick murder mention
Word Count: 2229 (give or take)
Michael didn't get it.
After months of knowing her, he still couldn't understand why (Y/n)'s body was always so... animated. Her hanging earrings bounced when she walked and her box braids swayed when she shook her head— on top of that, she was jiggly. Top, middle...bottom.
He didn't understand and it made him mad.
She walks into the cafeteria, those plump, dark thighs wiggling under her white nurse dress— as usual. (Y/n) glances over with a small wave but he doesn’t respond despite his attraction to her, he only squints behind that orange mask as she disappears between the kitchen doors. A couple minutes later, the nurse walks back out, still unaware of her slightly bouncing ass and thighs as she sipped from a small paper cup.
“See ya tomorrow, Mikey!”
Cold blue eyes follow her until she vanishes from them when stepping through the open cafeteria doors. Michael turns to look over his left shoulder and then his right, noting the two security guards standing behind him with tight grips on his chains. He knows that they’ll either try to stop him or go with him if he leaves— he just wants to talk to her in peace. He resets his position before gazing back down at his cold, untouched food.
The killer then slowly stands up, his almost 7-foot form casting an imposing shadow over the guards as he turns to face them. The guards immediately recoil and reach for their tasers but as soon as they do both of Michael’s hands grab their necks and simultaneously break them before dropping them to the floor with thuds, disregarding the cameras. He then turns to look at the exit.
Michael followed his nurse’s footsteps down the hall until he found her in the next, still drinking her water— still jiggling, unaware that one of the most violent and murderous patients escaped. Before he could grab her, another nurse turned the corner at the other end of the hall and gasped, stammering incoherently. (Y/n)’s steps slow down from her confusion, unknowingly making it easier for him.
“The hell is your problem— Mmh!?”
Michael’s hand suddenly covers her mouth, muffling her screams as he walks her back to his room. He shuts the door with a loud slam before turning and walking over to her.
“Hey, hey!” She called, eyebrows furrowed at him.
The Shape freezes.
“What did I say about the manhandling?”
His body tenses knowingly. He was so eager to see her, that he completely disregarded their agreement.
“Didn’t I say that if you wanna touch me, you gotta be gentle?”
He takes another step then gently places his fingers on her cheek, delicately stroking her cheek to show her understood— to show he was sorry. The gesture made her laugh a little, the sound, in turn, soothing his nerves as he continued to pet her like he would his masks. He didn’t like when she was disappointed in him; he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself if she was ever mad at him.
“It’s alright, you just scared the shit outta me. Now, why’d you need me so bad?”
He just stares down at her for a second, head tilting as he examines the unusual stillness of her body.
“Mikey...?” (Y/n) called, reaching out to rub his arm, “Michael, what’s the matter?”
Michael wordlessly spun the nurse around by her shoulders then guided her forward until her breasts and stomach were pressed against the wall next to his door, pinning her between him and the cement as gently as he could. He crouches down behind her so he can begin his analysis, starting with the jiggle in her thighs right as they stop. He got it: it was her movement; it had everything to do with why she was so jiggly. He gently swats the left one to truly confirm his observation.
“Wha— hey!” She squirms, “What are you— hey! Michael! Where is this coming from?”
Keeping one large hand pressed against her lower back, Michael uses the other finger to curiously poke and prod at (Y/n)’s left thigh. He then swats the right, making her tense then chuckle uncomfortably at his cluelessness but it was cut short with a sharp gasp when Michael squeezes the left thigh just under her ass, watching the smooth, dark flesh rise like bread between his spread fingers.
“Okay, okay, I get it: you like my thighs. Is that really why you pulled me in here?”
He didn’t even grunt out a response. He was damn near ignoring her with every poke and caress he gave her thighs. He wasn’t even aware of how perverted he was being, he was just so immersed, a contrast to how angry his confusion made him earlier. His cold, inexperienced hand slowly slid up the back of her thigh until it rested on her butt, the boldness making her gasp sharply.
“Hey!”
(Y/n) reached back to swat it away, making him look up at her with a head tilt.
“You can’t touch me there, Michael, I’m your nurse!”
He was confused again. Why would she say that to him? He knows that.
He brushes it off and focuses back on her ass, treating it the same way he did her thighs: with experimental pokes, squishes, and smacks, but it eventually gave him a result he wasn’t expecting: a soft hum. He stops, head tilting again. Michael smacks her ass again, granting more jiggling and another hum from her.
“Alright, that’s enough. I know you’re curious but...” She shivers at the next smack, gulping thickly, “I'm your nurse, you can’t feel me up like this.”
More confusion: why does she keep saying that like he doesn’t know?
He stands up behind her, instantly towering as he gently grabs her hips and pulls her back his cold body until his pelvis is pressed firmly against her lower back. She tilts her head back and looks up at that orange mask, waiting for him to move away, continue groping, anything but he remains still, seemingly done but when (Y/n) tries to move he holds her against him with a soft grunt. Little did she know, Michael was looking down at her with some kind of desire— a desire he felt before.
He was lost again, but this time it was combined with worry. Something about how she was looking up at him, how warm she was, how jiggly she was made his desire to kill grow... but he didn’t want to kill her. He knew he didn’t, the thought of hurting her made him mad at himself. In the end, he began groping her furiously hoping the feeling would go away.
“Mmh, Michael—”
He tunes her out, trying to focus on the warmth of her body as his big, rough, inexperienced hands roam up and down her curves, but it is torment: calming him down while still riling up his bloodlust. His hands reach around, worshipping her breasts, grasping at her tummy, caressing her thighs, and squishing her butt, all of which made more gasps and hums come out of her. He grabbed the inside of her thighs and that made her thighs part a little more as a soft moan of his name slipped out. Michael’s hands pause as he finally acknowledges the stiffness that pressing against her soft butt and making his sweats tighter.
“Oh god...” (Y/n) breathes out, palming the wall, “Did you make yourself hard?”
He tilts his head.
“Hard, y’know, horny? You never felt that before?”
He adjusts his head, hands refusing to leave your sides as he processes the fact that he isn’t feeling bloodlust, just the regular kind.
“Ugh, okay, lemme think... Does it hurt?”
A subtle nod.
“Of course it does.” She sighs shakily, trying to ignore the size of him against her crack, “Um, fuck, I’ll have to help you, won’t I? Dammit, I’ll lose my job.”
Michael’s hands tighten on her sides, lowering to her hips to pull her back again.
“Wait... they can’t really fire me, can they? They need me, right? This is the calmest you’ve ever been thanks to me.”
He hunches over (Y/n) and buries his mask in the side of her neck as he hugs her— something she’s only recently taught him how to do. She chuckles at the gesture but it’s replaced with a soft hum when he starts humping his aching erection against her ass, his hips gradually moving faster the closer he pulls her back to him. She lets out a shaky breath.
“Okay, okay, okay; I’ll help you, but you gotta be gentle and listen to everything I say, alright?”
Michael nods into her neck, the papier-mâché mask scratching between her chin and shoulder.
“It might get a little hot, you sure you wanna keep your mask on?”
Another nod.
“First, go lay back on your bed.”
His heavy body practically disappeared from the nurse’s back and when she turned she found him already laid back on his shitty mattress with his large cock twitching and trying to stand in his pants. She gulped as she made her way over, kicking off her heels and mentally preparing herself for everything: her explanation if her boss caught them, the ridicule if anyone else caught them... the fat cock practically dying to be let out. (Y/n) takes a breath as she pulls down his pants and underwear, letting all 9 inches spring free which earned a soft sigh from behind that mask.
“Holy fuck...” She whispers, her mouth-watering before she composes herself, “I mean, um, better?”
Another subtle nod. The nurse hesitantly dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them before climbing on the bed and straddling the behemoth’s muscular thighs, the action making her dress hiked up over her ass as she stared down at the throbbing dick standing before her pelvis. (Y/n) takes a breath and wraps her hand around the pole, stroking from the wide base to the tip, making it leak effortlessly.
“Good god, where were you hiding this shit?”
Michael tilts his head back into his pillow with a huff every time her hand passed over the leaky, sensitive tip that he was grinding against her butt, his eyes closing at the new sensation.
“You like that? Feels better?”
He nods, hair disheveled all over his pillow. His nurse watches his chest rise and fall with every stroke over his pulsing veins, the sight making her drip onto him as she began humping him to get her own pleasure. Michael suddenly grabs her wrist with a huff, trying to convey the message of wanting it faster but his nurse thought he was being needy and carefully moved a little higher on his body with her palms planted firmly on his clothed chest.
“Be gentle, okay?”
He was confused again but remained still to see what she was going to do since she held his cock upright. The killer’s body tensed slightly when she started to lower her cunt on him with groans through every inch until her jiggly form was somewhat seated on his lap. His eyes were wide behind the mask, watching her breasts rise and fall to the beat of her shaky breath as her tight, wet channel slid down his shaft. (Y/n) tenses, gripping his shoulders tightly to which he abruptly sits up and grabs her hips to steady her on his lap.
"Yup, like that. You're gonna just hold my hips, okay?"
He grunts lowly behind the mask and guides her the rest of the way down until her cheeks are squished against his thighs. She looked up at him, already weak from the delicious feeling of his cockhead pressing on her cervix and his pulse throbbing against her g-spot. (Y/n) shivers in an attempt to control herself enough to tell him what was next but she was caught off guard by him starting to drag her up and down his fat cock by her hips.
“Wha- how d-do you... know how to...” Her mind trails off from her body already seeking an orgasm, “Oh my god, Mike... right there...”
Hearing praise from his favorite nurse always made Michael’s heart skip a beat regardless of him never showing it but now he made sure (Y/n) could feel just how much he loved hearing her approval even if it came in the form of moans and grunts. Her whimpers and groans were suddenly accompanied by a shaky hand that reached between them and pressed to his pelvis, trying to slow his thrusts while wet, squelching echoed off the cement walls of his room.
“M-Mikey, wait, big guy. Gimme a...” She trails off, eyes rolling back, “A... a fuckin’ minute, didn’t expect you to be so... ugh, my god, yess~”
The Boogeyman stopped moving her for a moment only to grab her wrists as gently as he could and hold them behind her back with one hand while the other gripped her hip firmly before both hands worked together to resume her bounces her on his lap. She gasps out, throwing her head back and arching her back as she cums hard, her pussy spasming around him as he continues to wordlessly bounce her on his lap and fuck her through an intense, eye-crossing orgasm.
"Michael... Mikey, you're doing amazing, b-baby~"
She looks up at him, amazed and already dizzy from how steady and sure he was moving her, every drop followed by barely a huff. Not every lift from exertion, every fucking drop. He wasn't tired. Hell, he was never tired. (Y/n) clenched her fists behind her back tightly and moaned loudly with how delicious each stroke against her g-spot and hit against her cervix felt, glad she didn't have to teach him a goddamn thing.
But in the back of her mind she got the feeling that she might need to teach the Boogeyman was how to stop.
CW: peeps named Emma caught a crazy stray im sorry 😭
TW: murder mention
Word Count: 952 (give or take)
After waking up at 2 am, you drag your groggy body out of bed, wrap a little blanket around yourself, and slip on your slippers, preparing for the cold air in the hallway. As soon as you open your room door, your phone rings, the sound of your favorite song muffled by the blankets. Confused, you walk back to the bed and rummage through your comforter until your phone falls onto your mattress with a soft thud. The screen was lit up, showing ‘Unknown Caller’ on the screen to which you tilt your empty head and pick it up.
“Uh, hello?”
“Well hello there, pretty girl~”
You chuckle, immediately flattered by the man’s tone and compliment: “Um, hi...? Who is this?”
“You have such a pretty voice over the phone, (Y/n). Sounds sexier than I expected.”
You pause, freezing your steps in the hallway, “Wha- I... wait, how’d you know my name?”
“Oh, I know a lot of things, baby.”
“Really?”
“You may not see me but I see everything.”
“Oh, like a god?”
The man chuckled, mocking your stupidity, “In a way, yes. And you know what, gorgeous?”
“What?”
“Since you asked me how I knew your name, that means you’re not as dumb a bitch as Emma said you were.”
You gasp softly, “She said that?”
“That and more. Your girl Emma gave me an earful; going on and on about how ‘all you do is be pretty’ and that ‘you've got nothing going on’.”
“She... wouldn’t say that—”
“You were nothing but a stupid bimbo to her. She may be right, but the least she could do was say it to your face, don'tcha think?”
“Well, I mean...”
“Emma isn't a very nice person, is she?”
“No, I mean, yes! She’s my best friend!”
He chuckled into the phone, loving how much he was frazzling your singular brain cell with rapid-fire information as you made your way into your kitchen, giving him a better view of you.
“Is she now? I think she was pretty fucking messy, in more ways than one.”
Your grip on the blanket around you tightens, “What do you mean?”
“Well I’m only calling you as per her recommendation, sweet cheeks. She thought she could trade her life for yours, but I quickly informed her that’s not how I roll. And believe me, she had a lot more to say before I split her open tits to thighs.”
You freeze in the middle of the kitchen, jaw-dropping as you lose your breath, your eyes stinging with tears. He chuckles at your faltering breaths while you rack your small brain for why else he could be calling. Your hand trembles against the phone as you frantically look around your kitchen, hoping to find an obvious camera before deciding to close the kitchen curtains.
“Mm, so there are neurons firing in that skull.” He laughs, watching you panic on his monitors, “Do you know why I’m calling?”
“To.... to kill me too...?” The words leaving your mouth make a tear roll down your cheek.
“Now why would I do that, pretty girl?”
“I don't know!” The stress and confusion make you burst into tears. “I swear I don’t know, just please don't hurt me.”
“Aw, there's no need to cry, beautiful, I just want to ask you something.”
“What, that’s all?”
“Mhm; I just want you to tell me what your favorite scary movie is.”
“What? I-I-I—”
The man sighs. “Come on, you don’t need brains for this, baby, this is easy. What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Um, Halloween... t-the Rob Zombie one.”
“That's a remake, you know.”
“Y-yeah, I rewatch it all the time.”
“Interesting. What do you like about it?”
“Um, Michael's backstory makes you feel bad for him and then I like his long hair when he's older.”
The man chuckles in your ear, “So you like big guys with long hair huh? You like masks too?”
“I guess, maybe, I don’t know...”
“So, let's say a handsome guy with long hair walks into your room wearing a mask: what would you think?”
“How would I know he's handsome if he's wearing a mask?”
“You'd ask him to remove it?”
“I guess I'd want to know what he looks like.”
“Mm, so you don’t like masks, that’s a shame."
"N-no, please, I do! I do, I do!"
"Save it. So if it was me, in your house, looking for you, all big and tall like Michael: how would you feel about that?”
You whimper, thinking he meant he was already in your home, lurking. “I'd be scared.”
He smirked. “Why’s that, sweetheart? I thought that was your type; I've been a nice enough guy, haven’t I?”
“But you... You killed my friend...”
“She who didn't like you, and since she got what was coming to her, why are you scared?"
“I-I don't know. Uh w-why else would you be calling me if you weren't gonna... gonna—”
“What you're feeling right now is nothing compared to what I do to people I hate."
"Y-you... You mean--"
"You're safe with me, baby. All you gotta do is not call the cops.”
You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, choking up sobs. “You promise?”
“I promise, you wanna know why?”
You take a deep, shaky breath to try and compose yourself, “Why?”
“I like you, (Y/n). I love how fucking clueless you are— so interesting for someone without a single thought in their head. I never know what you're gonna say next. You keep me engaged— entertained: I like that.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh. And that voice? That body? Ugh, you have no idea the things I'd do for you. You're helpless, and you're mine now. I’m gonna call you every night just to hear you speak, ya hear me?”
“Okay... Okay, if it means you won’t hurt me, I guess...”
“I already promised, didn’t I? You don’t have to worry that pretty little head about that. All you gotta do is keep me on the line.”
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AslumPatient!Michael, Nurse!Reader, Kinda Dark, Feat. Dr. Loomis
Part 2: Right Here
Part 4 (Last): Right Here
CW: reassuring Michael after a rampage, he just missed u fr,
TW: gore/blood mention
Word Count: 1973 (give or take)
On my day back, I walked into the asylum to hear alarms blaring loudly, but I was in the lobby so everything seemed fine. It was only after hearing the faint sounds of police sirens that I ran into the elevator, tapping my foot impatiently as it took me to the 3rd floor. When it dings open, I run into the hallway Michael’s room was in, heels clicking quickly until I reach the start of the corridor but I freeze in place.
My jaw drops and my breath halts.
Bodies of guards and nurses were scattered all over the hall accompanied by their own puddles of blood, some had their heads crushed into a chunky mess while others had their throats ripped out. None of these puddles are dry, did he just do this? Why? And where is he? Despite my stomach being sick I push through, stepping past and over the multiple corpses.
“S-She’s coming back, I swear!” He whimpered, “Please, I didn’t mean it, just please...!”
Shit, that’s the next hall. I turn the corner to see The Shape further down the hall stalking towards an unarmed guard who crawled back from him with a brutally broken arm, begging for his life. The killer’s hands, arms, and feet were soaked in blood, I could hear his heavy breathing from all the way down here.
Without thinking, I ran a little closer in hopes of distracting him from earning another kill as loud police sirens closed in from afar. I stopped a good 20 feet from my big, murderous patient and did the only thing I could think of to potentially distract him enough:
“Michael!!”
The Shape freezes in place, his long, shaggy hair shifting as he slowly lifts his head from the guard. He looks back over his shoulder almost as if to confirm it was me before turning his entire body to face me, leaving the guard completely forgotten behind him. My heart pounded with fear and disbelief that I actually stopped him, even if for only a second. I remain still, watching him from afar and he doesn't move either, most likely analyzing me from behind that orange mask of his.
“I... I'm back...?”
After another long 10 seconds of silence, he tilts his head to the right. Then takes a step forward, foot thudding from his weight.
I stumble back a little but he continues to approach wordlessly, with slow, deliberate steps.
“Uh, hey big guy...”
His breaths are instantly back to being undetectable, even more so as more police sirens join the others. At first, I wanted to let him close the gap between us but the scent of blood— the sight of it practically dripping from his body combined with the intensity of the moment made my courage crumble and I ran in the other direction. I hear Michael huff angrily as his heavy footsteps stomp quickly behind me, closing the distance as if my running didn’t matter, his longer legs helping him gain on me in seconds— in my defense, I was wearing heels.
Knowing that I wasn’t gonna be able to outrun him, I started banging on all the patients' doors in the hall, hoping to find an unlocked one as my heart raced. Little did I know, this whole floor had been evacuated right after Michael broke out and before my shift started.
“Hello!? Let me in!” I begged, “C’mon, please! Somebody help me!”
Nobody responds, the only sound being the loud footsteps of the nearly 7-foot killer getting closer. As I reach the next handle, Michael suddenly grabs my arm, causing me to scream as he forcefully spins me to face him. He calmly and slowly leans down to look at me while I panic but as soon as I try to pull away, he roughly pulls me flush against his blood-soaked clothes with a single grunt.
“Michael, no!” A familiar voice called, “Stop!”
I look back over my shoulder to see a group of police officers running behind Dr. Loomis with their guns drawn as they make their way down the blood-soaked hallway. They all stop and stand at the end of the corridor, smartly staying a safe distance from Michael. Tears sting the corner of my eyes as I wait for him to hurt me.
But he doesn't.
In fact, upon seeing Loomis he pulled me impossibly closer to his bloody shirt, holding me so tight against him that a small amount seeped from the fabric and smeared my right cheek.
“What is he doing...?” Loomis asks aloud, “He's never done anything like this before; he doesn’t take hostages. Michael... Let the girl go... please.”
Michael doesn't say a word, his head never lifting to even consider looking at Loomis.
“Please...” I whimper, choking up, “P-Please don’t hurt me...”
“Michael...” Loomis says, taking a step forward, “She's begging you. Don’t hurt her, let her go.”
The doctor’s step made the masked killer immediately take another step back.
“No.” I sniffle, looking up at him, “Please don’t hurt me, just... please.”
He tilted his head to the side, at least giving me some confirmation that he was listening to me, but his arm didn’t even attempt to loosen from around my back. That’s when Loomis picked up on something:
“Do... you like her?” He asks gently, “That’s it, isn’t it... you like her...?”
I tense at his words, eyes widening at the revelation. After all this time, Michael hadn’t made a single move to hurt me. He hadn’t crushed me, broke my neck, hit me, nothing. I had been in his grasp for over a minute and the only thing wrong is how fucking terrifying he is. I look up at the killer's mask and take it upon myself to try something— since we already bonded a little, it didn’t seem like that big of a risk. I slowly wrap my arms around Michael’s waist, staining my arms in blood.
“Michael...?” I say, taking a deep breath, “C-Can you can wrap your arms around me... like this?”
The killer stays silent for a moment, head tilting to the right.
“Please...? You’re... You're scaring me...”
He readjusts his head, never taking his cold eyes off me. A couple seconds of silence passed before he readjusted the arm across my back and added his other to mimic me, completely enveloping me in his tight embrace. I gasp softly in disbelief.
“Yeah, like that, good.” I choke up despite being a little calmer, “That’s better...”
His huge arms instantly relaxed at my words, I even managed to catch a soft breath from behind that orange mask.
“You just killed so many people, and... do you know why...?”
He huffs behind the mask, seemingly agitated again as he starts tensing against me so I instantly shush him and rub his lower back, bringing his large frame to a frighteningly immediate halt.
“Easy, you know I’m just asking. Like the questions last week, remember?”
Another softened huff as he retightened his embrace. Then a subtle nod. He’s really trying his best to be gentle; it’s kinda cute. It’s just too bad my heart was already going a mile a minute. Everyone must think I’m crazy, but I just need to keep him calm... or whatever his version of calm is.
I can feel Loomis’ and the police’s confused looks on us, completely at a loss of what to do now but I ignore their stares, doing everyone a favor by keeping the murderous giant calm and collected by softly petting his chest and a few gentle words. Somehow.
“That's it, you don’t have to hold me so tight. I won’t go anywhere.”
My eyes stayed locked on the cold, dead blue ones behind the mask, making sure he was watching as I slowly pulled my arms from around him. I rest my hands on his broad, blood-stained chest while I gently coax him to loosen his grip, trying to convince him I wasn’t gonna try to run away, and after a full minute, he finally listens, arms slowly becoming less tense. I smile.
“There you go, see? I'm right here...” I whisper, “Did you hurt all this staff just because I left for the week?”
Michael suddenly drops his arms from my body. He hangs his head, his long, brown hair obscuring his mask as his bloody hands gently grab the chin of his mask and the string on the back of his head, slowly pulling off his mask before promptly dropping it to the floor next to him. I hear the cops murmur, their grips on their weapons tightening as Michael reaches into his pocket, but I hear Loomis shush them.
“What are you doing?”
He pulls out a bloody ID card, the movement making 3 more fall out and clatter to the floor. He didn’t react to them, opting to hold up the first one to my face with his fingers. A...nurse? He killed her and took her ID? Wait... I take the card and pick up the ones that fell, reading all of them to see that they were all nurses.
Between this and what the guard said when he was crawling away, it all clicked: “S-She’s coming back, I swear! Please, I didn’t mean it, just please...”. I look up at his obstructed face and I couldn’t help but pout sympathetically as if he didn’t just murder 4 nurses and then some.
“I didn’t leave you, and I’m not going to. I just took a break.”
Michael's head lifts slightly, giving me a glimpse of those dead, blue eyes narrowing through his hair. Oh right, I leave when my shift ends. Shit.
“And if I do, I'll be right back; nobody’s replacing me— especially not if this is what you do when you miss me. Next time, I’ll tell you when I’m taking a long break okay?”
He nods subtly.
“Why’d you take off your mask? You didn’t need to.”
He firmly grabs my wrist and to my surprise, he guides it past his dark strands until my palm rests on his cold cheek. I smile at him.
“Aw, you’re kinda cute when you’re not all, uh...” I quickly glance at the carnage around us again, “Angry...?”
A small huff and I could see his eyes close.
“We gotta get you cleaned up, big guy. Can I take you to the showers? I won’t let the police hurt you, but—”
The blue eyes snap open. The killer's body straightens up, lifting his free hand and poking my chest.
“Me...?”
A nod.
“Fair, I guess them hurting you isn’t really the issue but they won’t hurt me either.”
His lack of movement makes me sigh. Without letting go of his face, I look over my shoulder at Loomis wondering how to even ask this.
“Loomis, can you get the police to clean up everything else while I... fix him up?”
“Is he...” Loomis steps back, “Are you sure? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just need you to get the police away cuz he thinks they’ll hurt me.”
“They’ll hurt you?!”
“Just... humor me, alright? Unless you wanna deal with him?”
Loomis rightfully hesitates but knowing the carnage in the next hall, he complies and turns back to face the police, telling them to, at the very least, put their guns away— to leave him alone and carry on with the crime scene clean up as normal— as normal as they can anyway. I look back at Michael, watching his shoulders lower as the cops holster their guns. Once a few start to leave to go get the cleanup team, he finally releases my wrist and steps back, waiting for me to lead him to the shower room.
Second Meeting, Nurse!Reader, AsylumPatient!Michael
Part 1: Right Here
Part 3: Right Here
CW: trying to get to know Michael, a little angsty at the end
TW: strangling (not you lol), violence mentioned
Word Count: 1442 (give or take)
The next day, the guards guide me to his room again, unlocking it and letting me in. Even though he seemed to like me yesterday, I, of course, was still afraid, tightly holding my clipboard.
“H-hey Michael...”
Michael was sitting on his bed, watching me enter, eyes drifting back to the door as it slowly closed behind me. Hoping he still felt the same about me as he did the other day, I wave at him sheepishly.
“Remember me from yesterday...?”
In silence, he just continues to watch me for a few more seconds before abruptly standing to which I gasp in surprise and quickly jump back. Michael makes his way over and I stand as still as I can, trying to show no fear since our fairly tame interaction yesterday but the weight of his intensity eventually squashes my courage and I end up backing away.
“U-uh...” I wave again, “Hi... I-I don't think I told you my name yesterday.”
He kept following me as I backed up, towering over me with his bulky frame until my back was flush with the wall backing me up against the wall.
“I'm (Y/n).”
He pauses, hair dangling to the side when he cocks his head.
“Y-yeah, (Y/n)...”
He slowly leans down a little closer to my height, but his intensity makes my skin crawl and my breathing halt.
“So how are you feeling today?”
Ugh, no answer. Maybe I’m not getting through to him? I start checking boxes and writing on my paper, the sound of the pen dancing along the clipboard loud in the dark, quiet room. He slowly lifts one of his large hands and with a surprising amount of carefulness, he grabs the top of the clipboard and slowly leans it back to peek. My shoulders relax at the curious gesture.
“Oh, I'm just writing how you feel.” I smile hopefully, “Cuz I gotta ask you some questions, is that... okay?”
The killer nods slightly.
“It’s only a couple. Can you, uh... Can you back up a little bit?”
He lets go of my board and takes a few heavy steps back, finally giving me the space I need to breathe properly.
“Uh... when’s the last time you, uh... had a violent urge...?”
Dead-air. I know he likes me and I know he definitely understands me. Maybe he’s just mute...?
“Hm, you really don't talk, do you?”
Silence. I roll my eyes. What the fuck. Yet another thing my boss left out, got me asking a mute man questions. Ugh. Hearing his knuckles crack, I look up at him to see his eyes narrowed behind the eyeholes of his mask, the sight making my eyeholes widen in realization. I quickly backtrack as I reach out to touch his fist, a weak attempt at keeping it down.
“No, no! I wasn’t rolling my eyes at you!”
His eyes remain the same as his head tilted again.
“I was just mad that nobody told me you didn’t talk, that’s all. I don’t mind if you don’t talk but I wouldn’t be asking you questions if I knew that you...wouldn’t really answer them. Or rather...”
My boss told me not to come back unless the paper was filled out so I went with the first idea that popped into my head: just ask him yes or no questions. Might take a little bit longer if I get no’s but there’s no talking required. It’s the best chance I got.
“Okay, can we try something else?” I think for a second before tensing at the only question that appeared, “I-I heard about the nurse before... is it true you didn't like her?”
His eyes seem to get darker, his entire unit of a body tensing as his breathing becomes heavier, causing me to pull my hand back from his still-clenched fist. Guess that answers that question.
“Okay, okay... Easy...” My hands go up in surrender, “I... I'm not mad, not judging, just asking, remember?”
The tension in the room halts when his heavy breaths stop, the area now silent as if he were holding his breath. The killer’s shoulders lower slowly and his fists open at his sides, getting a soft sigh of relief out of me.
“Yeah, there you go. That's it.”
His blue, dead eyes behind the mask finally drift away from me as he shuffles over to his wall of homemade papier-mâché masks. He slowly reaches up and touches one of them, petting it lightly and seeming to calm down even further.
“Did you make those?”
He pulls down one of the masks and holds it as he slowly nods his head.
“They look...nice... You made them for Halloween..?”
Another wordless nod.
“Oh, well they’re really nice. Can I... keep asking questions?”
Another nod.
“Alright... do you like your new nurse...?”
He goes still. His head slowly tilts down to look at the mask in his hand before his eyes suddenly snap back up to me. Oh great. He drops the mask and steps over it to get closer but I jump back with a shriek, hoping the guards heard and took it as a sign of potential danger.
“Guess that's a no... B-but what did I do?” I keep backing away, crossing his room in the other direction, “Is there something you don't like about me...?”
Michael suddenly grabs my arm in his strong grip, making me scream again and flinch, this time the sound getting the guard's attention enough to call out for Michael, but the killer uncaringly lowers his head until our eyes meet. He slowly raises his right hand and uses a couple of fingers to pet my corresponding cheek— with the same amount of care he used with his mask.
“Y-you don't like my face...?”
Michael keeps moving his hands gently, the rough, dangerous fingers tracing my skin delicately like he doesn't want to break it, the gesture somehow calming my heart rate.
“You... like my face...? God, I never seen you so... like this...”
I slowly raised my hand, making sure he was following my movements as touched the back of the hand he was petting me with. Michael doesn’t stop me, instead stilling his hand to allow me to feel his cold skin. He almost felt dead, giving me a chill but I compose myself as I look at his orange mask in more depth, appreciating how much long it must’ve taken to make it, hell how long it must’ve taken to make all of them.
“Aw Michael, you're freezing.”
He doesn't respond to my comment but he huffs behind the mask as his shoulders relax.
“How... how many people have got this close to you.... a-and lived...?”
Michael tilts his head, supposedly thinking for a moment before he realigns his head and lifts his free hand, holding up two fingers before my face. I gasp in shock. This is the most he’s spoken— or well, opened up, I guess. Nodding, I pull my hand from his but without warning, he grabs my wrist in a firm but gentle grip, stopping me, but not hurting me. My heart clenches and beats a little faster as I put my hand back, his breathing once again becoming undetectable.
I look up at his mask, slowly lifting my other hand and touching his shaggy, dreaded hair, my fingers running getting caught in the thick, brown strands that messily clung together. He watches me silently the whole time so I give him a small smile as I become more and more soothed by his presence. The guards suddenly bang on the door as they bust in, startling me out of the moment.
I drop my clipboard and jump away from Michael with a sharp gasp as my body goes back into flight mode. Why are they in here? What did he do? It couldn’t have been from when I screamed earlier, that was like forever ago! We were finally bonding! Or was he about to do something and I didn’t see it?
Before another question could cross my mind, Michael stomps over to the two guards, his tall form immediately dwarfing them as he grabs them both by the throat, crushing their windpipes as they choke and kick for air. I stare in horror, wondering how and why I ever let myself get so close to that monster. They could’ve been me. I contemplated calling out for him but I didn’t wanna be next so as more guards rushed in to try their best to subdue him, I ran out of the room as the sound of crackling electricity and pained screams rang out in the hallway.
After the incident, I was given a little over a week of vacation to cope and work through any trauma I got from seeing Michael attack for the first time.
Except I didn’t really have any trauma, I was just... scared. Terrified, really. I guess I’m just glad it wasn’t aimed towards me... He seemed like he went out of his way to make sure he attacked the guards.
I mean I was standing right there, and I was touching his hair! He had all the chances to attack, but he didn’t.
Hell he didn’t even push me out the way when he stalked over to the guards, he stepped around me. Maybe it was the noise.
(For anyone who already read this, "part 2" was added on instead 😗)
König x Black Fem Reader Angst
DarkFicWarning
CW: Konig saves you from your captors and comforts you after, 3rd person and 2nd person pov, some German, showering together
TW: ransom kidnapping, tied up and gagged, guns mention, violence mention, animal death mention, anxiety/crying
Word Count: 2685 (give or take)
Any and all German translated by DeepL
“Colonel!”
The towering man turns back, looking over his shoulder to see the soldier running towards him from down the hall. He folds his arms across his chest, the muscles of his forearms flexing beneath the sleeve of his uniform. He steps a little closer to wait until the soldier stops before him, huffing.
“Sir.”
“Soldier.”
“We were just sent a video of an abducted woman.”
König's eyebrows furrow in surprise. “Show me.”
“We don't know her sir, but—”
“I didn’t ask, I said, show me.”
The soldier leads him to the conference room and plays the video. It was only 15 seconds of his girlfriend in baggy clothes that weren't hers while tied to a chair and gagged, the sight causing his chest and stomach to burn with wrath despite his eyes falling cold and emotionless. A gloved hand came into the frame, holding a pistol and pressing the barrel to her temple lightly to make her cry some more before holding up a sign to the camera that read, ‘₤500,000’.
Colonel König's fists clenched so hard his gloves squeaked, alerting the other soldier to look down at the fist before back up to the back of his head nervously, unaware of the cold fury in his eyes.
“How did they know about her...?” He whispered, albeit calmly.
“What, sir?”
He looks at the soldier, his gaze piercing and devoid of emotion. “I said how old is this?”
“2 hours, sir.”
“Woher?”
“Abandoned building just outside Milan; should I get the assault team read—”
“Nein.” He turns back to the looping video on the projector, “Three men and a chopper.”
“Three? Sir, that’s—”
“Sie haben Ihre Befehle (You have your orders). Und Gott helfe Ihnen, wenn ich mich wiederholen muss (And god help you if I have to repeat myself).”
The soldier runs out of the room, leaving his Colonel to watch the video over and over, the image of (Y/n) crying with a gun barrel to her head permanently staining his mind— he knew even when, not if, when he saved her he would still be scarred. He takes a deep breath to try and center himself, knowing he would save her and knowing those men will get what they deserve. It was the two things keeping him calm as he stood there and waited for the soldiers and helicopter to be ready.
You hear bones cracking, gunfire, and the terrified yelps and screams of men just outside the room you were being held in. You whimper with fear and confusion, sounds muffled by the gag in your teeth, unaware that König was both indirectly and directly the cause, meanwhile, the only pity in his mind was at the possibility of how much you were hearing and how terrified you must be. Finally, he reaches a door and presses his ear to it to listen to your muffled crying.
Meanwhile, you were in the room, hearing the deafening silence of the threat at the door, and begin to squirm and rock in the chair you were tied to until it fell on its side, making you whine at the pain in your shoulder right before the door flies open, the sound of wood splintering and metal hinges being ripped off filling the room as a bloody boot kicks the door in. He steps in, bloody gloves gripping his assault rifle tightly as it scans the room. Happy noises bleed through the ball of dry cloth in your mouth as you call out.
“König~!”
His eyes quickly land on you, tied up and on your side, and finally regain their life, softening as a wave of relief washes over him. He lowers his gun as he approaches you, his steps slow and deliberate until he kneels beside you, examining your body for any injuries. He carefully places a bloodied hand on your cheek, trying to reassure you to which you nuzzle his hand as tears pour from your eyes.
“Shh, bleib ruhig (stay calm), ich habe dich (I have you).” He carefully pulls the gag from your mouth, “I'm here.”
His bloody fingers gently wipe the tears away as best he can, leaving streaks of the combined fluids across your cheeks. He moves behind you, his fingers working to untie the rope that holds you in place— first your wrists then your ankles, his fingers moving with a practiced ease, and once the final knot is undone he pulls you up and holds your head to his chest, the sound of your sobs like a knife in his heart.
You hug him back impossibly tighter without a single care about the amount of blood splattered all over his clothes or the tactical vest against your face, why would you? But despite your hero being here to take you home, your legs wobble from the amount of adrenaline still rushing through you, leading him to instinctively scoop you up in his arms as he stands up.
“Einfach (easy), I've got you now. Ich bin hier (I’m here).”
“I-I thought you weren't gonna find me... I thought--”
“Nein. I would have looked until the end of time to find you. I would have torn down every structure in this country to find you.”
He starts towards the door, his arms holding you close. König keeps a tight hold on you as he walks, and he can feel the tension in your body start to loosen slightly as you try to calm down— he can't help but feel a flicker of pride at the strength you're showing even in this situation. You tighten your arms and legs around him, burying your distressed face in his neck and he doesn’t miss a beat, shifting his grip to better support your weight, the muscles of his arms holding you secure.
“Ich werde immer da sein, um dich zu beschützen.”
You sniffle against his neck, “W-what?”
“Sorry, I said, I will always be here to protect you.”
“They dragged me out the shower a-and put me in a truck and... and..”
“Shh, shh... Atmen, Schatz, breathe.” He whispers, rubbing your back, “We’ll discuss it later, alright? Just focus on my breathing, can you do that?”
“Sorry...” You lift your face from his shoulder, “There were j-just so many of--”
You gasp softly. König glances down at you, wondering why you stopped talking then follows your gaze to the carnage he was so casually stepping through. There was blood splattered everywhere and dead bodies everywhere else, displaying the variety of ways your kidnappers met their ends: shot, stabbed, crushed... broken. König doesn’t say a word; he’s not ashamed, just concerned about your psyche after seeing the aftermath of his rage. He angles your body slightly so that you can't see the carnage as he carries you out of the building.
“Schatz, you should put your face back in—”
“Where’s your team...?”
“I...” He sighs, “I only brought 3 men.”
“Why...? And wh-where are they?”
“Two watched the sides and one made sure nobody escaped out the back.”
König’s heart started to sink at even the notion that you thought he was a mindless monster... a threat to anyone and everyone as soon as he was angry enough. But he nearly stopped in his tracks when he felt you hug your arms around his neck even tighter, your unconditional gratitude making his heart skip a beat. He glances down at you, his eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath his usual gruffness.
Right after he was reprimanded for not following protocol, Colonel König made sure you had been seen by the medical team, but once he was satisfied that you were physically alright, he was not leaving your side again. Now you were curled up on the bunk in his private room, still clearly shaken from everything that you went through.
König sits on the edge of the bunk, his eyes watching your every shudder as if he were afraid that you would disappear if his gaze broke contact with you. His expression is guarded, but his eyes are soft with concern. And you feel it. It weighs on you menacingly despite his intentions. You finally sit up and look over at him to see the glare in his eyeholes, a chill running up your spine.
“König...”
He snaps out of it and shakes his head. “Sorry.”
“I'm sorry if I--”
“No, no. Never apologize, it's never your fault for this. But I need you to be honest with me, alright? I need you to tell me everything that happened.”
You nod shakily, crawling across his bed to sit next to him, just to avoid eye contact.
“W-well... Remember when I texted you? Right after that I made something to eat, watched some tv and then I took a shower to wash my hair. A-and...”
You start to tear up again, nibbling on your lip shortly before König uses his thumb to guide your bottom lip from between your teeth with a soft shushing.
“I’m right here, and it’s over. They’ll never get you again, they’ll never touch you again. You won’t leave this room until I know you’re safe. Ja?”
You nod slowly, choking up sobs, “I-I know, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, you are being so strong, Schatz. Continue for me, please.”
“I heard shuffling around but I thought it was my cat...” You sniffle, “Then they kicked down the bathroom door and ripped my curtain down. They tossed a towel at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me out the bathroom, pulling me to the front door.”
König could feel the anger building inside him again, his fists and jaw clenched so tightly it was painful. He tries to hold back his emotions by wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest, but it is overtly obvious that he's struggling to maintain his composure, especially when you start crying before your next words come out.
“They killed my cat...” You choke out against his vest, your voice utterly broken, “My house was a mess, like they were looking for something. A-all I had on was a towel and I was c-cold and scared.”
He holds you tighter, “You're safe now. I'm here.”
“They put a bag over my head in a car then shoved me onto a plane and gave me...” You gesture to the baggy clothes practically hanging off of your body, “...These and then I was tied up and gagged and— I didn't think you'd come for me.”
He pulls back slightly to look down at your wet, pained face. “There is nothing in this world that could keep me from coming to find you— nichts, Liebe.”
“They told me you wouldn't come for me b-because I would be a distraction.”
“Yes, you are. You are the greatest distraction I have ever had and you will always come first. You hear me? Immer (Always).”
“You promise?”
“Yes. I swear on my life, heart and soul, Liebe. I swear on all of it.” He lifts a hand and gently cups your cheek, “You're safe now, Liebe. I won't let anyone get you ever again.”
You sniffle, smiling through tears as you nuzzle his bare palm, still traumatized but overall reassured. The memory of the massacre in that building was a weird kind of reassurance to you that even if he somehow broke his promise and someone got to you, your abductors wouldn’t survive. After taking a deep breath, you look up at him, blinking excess tears from your eyes as bask in his comforting presence.
“Can I... I wanna get out of these clothes and shower, Kö.”
“Of course, you can wear my stuff. I'll get you a towel. Warte hier (Wait here).”
He rises from the bed, going to the other side of the room briefly. A few minutes later, he returns with a fresh towel and a stack of his clothes cradled in his arms.
“Oooh army clothes~”
König chuckles softly, “Ja, they're a bit big, of course but they're warm. And also smell like me, heheh.” He sets the stack of fabric down beside you, “Do you want me to... leave while you shower?”
“No! I mean, no. Can you actually shower with me...?”
König is taken aback by her sudden request, his eyes widening with surprise and desire. He clears his throat, pushing the thoughts that swarmed his mind to the side to remind himself that this was supposed to comfort her.
“You don't have to, its okay; never mind. I got it.”
He instantly shakes his head, his desire disappearing as he steps closer. “No, wait, I... I just thought you would want to shower in peace after all you’ve been through.”
“Yeah, I know, but last time I went to shower alone--"
“Say no more, then. Let’s go.”
“You will?”
“Of course. Be warned, my shower is... a little small, especially for me so I may be very close.”
She smiles, “Good.”
His eyes soften as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently caressing the soft, dark skin with his thumb. In the shower, you faced the water with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as the water poured over your shoulders, unaware that your giant boyfriend was still silently fuming behind you. He can see the fear and vulnerability in your body language, and it only fuels the protective, possessive feeling that's been simmering inside him ever since he saw that ransom damn video.
König lets out a deep sigh as he presses his body against you from behind, making you hum softly. His movements pause at the noise before reaching around her to gently pull your arms away from your body, replacing them with his own to securely hold you against his chest. You lean your head against his bare bicep, loving how they tighten around you. König leans down buries his nose in your hair and inhales deeply before planting a kiss on your head.
“I was so worried, Liebling.”
“Really?”
“Ja, natürlich (of course); the thought of losing you...”
He trails off, unable to finish the sentence as the image of you with the gun to your head flashes through his mind again. He squeezes your tightly against him as if trying to convince himself that you're really here in his arms again, safe and sound. You turns around and presses a kiss to his mask where his lips are, making him chuckle a little.
“What was that for?”
“I just... feel bad for thinking you weren't gonna get me.”
He feels his heart pang. “You thought...? Why would you think that?
“Like I said earlier, they told me I was a distraction from your work and also... I don't know— we haven't been dating for long so I was scared. I was panicking and that's what my brain settled on.”
“It’s... It’s not alright; for them to instill that in you, I mean. But you should know I’d come for you. Always. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together.” He reaches down and gently takes your hands, guiding them up to the hem of his sniper hood. “You should have more faith in me than that, Liebling.”
You falter at the gesture, wondering what it means.
“I know...” You say, feeling the fabric of his sniper hood for the first time, “I'm sorry.”
“It's alright, I understand that you were scared. Just... don't doubt me like that again, alright?”
You nod and continue to caress the fabric that hid his face.
“Remember when I said this was scary?”
König smirks slightly, “Ja. You said it was "intimidating" if I recall correctly.”
“It is, but it’s the most comforting thing I’ve ever known at this point. And seeing you wearing only it is kinda...hot."
He chuckles to ignore that immediate rush of heat through his body to stay in this intimate moment. He just hopes his body obeys his wishes.
(im tired of hiding my love for him yall, Im coming out as a slasher lover)
Michael Myers x Black Fem Reader Fluff
MeetCute(?), Nurse!Reader, AsylumPatient!Michael
Part 2: Here
CW: Your first time meeting Michael and his threatening ass aura in person, hair pulling, fear, crying
Word Count: 1489 (give or take)
The guards opened the door and moved aside for me to enter but I was frozen. They looked at me expectantly, but all I could do was clutch my clipboard to my chest and tremble as my eyes search the dark room for the patient I was supposed to be watching. I look back at the guards, voice shaking.
“W-why did the last nurse quit again...?”
The guards look at each other a little worried then back at me.
“Quit?” One asked.
“They... told me she quit.”
“Uh, sure... Technically she did "quit" the job... forever...”
“...What...?”
“He, uh...” The other guard joined in, “He didn't like her I guess.”
“They usually last a whole lot longer than she did. She was so scared of him that she barely spoke to him and...”
I gulp thickly, “And...?”
“He strangled her... before he removed her face...”
I gasp, turning to look back into the dimness of Michael’s room, the only light being the gloomy sunlight seeping through the barred window on the other side of the area. My breath catches in my throat and my stomach burns and bubbles with fear. The guards assured me that the door would stay open now when nurses visit him specifically because of the incident, hoping that I'd calm down.
But of course, my only thought was to make sure I talked to him.
I hesitantly step over the threshold of his doorway with the 2 guards remaining just outside to monitor me— or rather, monitor Michael Myers, making sure he doesn't kill me or at the very least become violent. His room is cold, dark, and... full of masks. I examine the few that I could see with the sun pouring in through the window before scanning the dark side of the room until my eyes lay on the eerily still figure sitting on the bed against the opposite wall. I gulp softly, swallowing my vomit at the stomach-tightening realization that he was most likely watching me since the door opened.
“Uh... H-hi Michael...”
No words. I couldn’t even see him blink because of that orange papier-mâché mask he was wearing. The only way I knew he was even alive was the slow rise and fall of his broad chest. His masked face never moved or turned, it stayed focused on me— analyzing me— before his head slightly tilted to the right. After a few more seconds of deafening silence, Michael slowly stands up, making my eyes drift upwards to watch him essentially grow until he’s standing at 6’9” making me realize another thing my boss left out about him— his fucking height.
“Wow... Um, I-I'm your n-new nurse... I'm just here to watch you and... a-and...”
When he begins to walk it scares a sharp gasp out of me, which he didn’t even acknowledge. His steps are heavy and threateningly slow so I back away at the same pace, hoping to somehow get to the door before he could hurt me. That’s when I heard the door slam with a small, muffled apology thrown my way; something about not wanting him to get out.
I shake, forcing myself to calm down enough until I feel the door against my back. Michael continues to get closer, towering over me as he is practically trapping me against the door, and he still hasn’t said a word. I flinch away, shut my eyes, and hold my clipboard in front of my face as some wack form of protection for it only for it to be ripped from my hands and tossed across the room with a clatter.
I yelp, tears brimming my eyes as I reach back and paw at the door, looking for the handle but Michael’s head tilts, an indication that he caught on before he swiftly grabs my wrist with one of his huge hands causing a terrified shriek to leave my lips. The guards bang on the door and call his name, trying to get his attention.
“Michael!” One called, "Michael stop!"
“Michael, get away from the door and leave her alone!”
“She’s just here to help you!”
“You gotta give her a chance!”
He still hasn’t spoken, just remained eerily still as he looked down at my tear-streaked face. After a few seconds, his free hand grabs the couple of box braids in front of my face tightly, fingers slowly rubbing up and down the duo-colored strands. I wince at the slight pain and shock before I look up at him with pleading eyes and hushed whimpers. He slowly lifts the braids higher to his face before letting them slip through his fingers to fall back to my chest. He firmly grabs them and lifts them again, the tautness in my scalp causing me to move closer to him in hopes of relieving it. I sniffle, watching him with confusion.
“Y-you like them..?”
No words— I don’t even think he heard me, but he keeps threading the thin, silky strands through his thick fingers. He suddenly yanks them to bring them closer.
“Agh!” I swat his hand away with my free hand, “That hurts!”
His hand suddenly stops moving and I begin crying again, trying to step back as my brain swirls with regret as I realize what I did. He suddenly encloses the 4 braids in a giant fist and tightens his hand on my wrist as I start to sob softly.
“No no no no no, okay... I'm sorry, okay?” I whimper, gasping for air, “I'm sorry, I’m so sorry... It was just instinct 'cause it hurt... y-you have to be gentle if you like them...”
He grunts under his mask then opens his fist, letting my braids drape over his index finger as he strokes it gently with his thumb. My eyes widen slightly; he actually listened.
“Y-yeah... Yeah, like that... There you go...”
He gently continues to run his fingers over the hair, letting out a much softer huff.
“U-um...” I wipe my tears, trying to stay calm, “They're called box braids... they're braided into my h-hair to protect it... A-and sometimes... it's a little tight on my scalp so it hurts when it’s pulled... that's why I swatted you... it was an instinct, I’m sorry...”
His head nods so slightly that I almost didn’t notice. He was listening to me... and he seemed to be following instructions. I continue to look up at his orange mask, my eyes occasionally drifting back to his large fingers playing with the four braids. I looked into the eyeholes of the mask in an attempt to see what his eyes looked like since his body language was much calmer now, meaning that hopefully, he was less likely to react. His eyes suddenly snap to mine, the cold, pale blue irises sending a chill through my body. Michael huffs heavily again, his fingers slowly leaving the braids to which I let out a sigh of relief.
“Uh, it's time for lunch... A-are you hungry?”
His head tilted before he released my wrist and backed up so I took it as a yes and slowly stepped out of the way of the door as I opened it, allowing him to step out with slow, heavy steps that made the guards back up and rest their hands over their tasers. But he just stands there, towering over us and staring down at me. Even when the guards call for him, he remains still. Eerily still. I look at the two guards, then back at the 6’9” killer, wondering why he opted to stare at me instead of walking with them.
“Um... Michael... I thought you were hungry.”
Silence. He steps a little closer to me.
“O-oh... Oh, you're following me...?”
A subtle nod is all it took for my body to completely relax at the realization that he liked me— or at least a whole lot more than his last nurse. I start slowly walking down the hall, looking over my shoulder to see Michael’s shaggy form following me like a big, dangerous shadow. His weight made his steps echo and his long legs made his stride much longer putting him surprisingly close behind. My eyes flickered back to him often, making sure he wasn't gonna get randomly violent as I tried to stay calm, knowing his eyes were on me the whole way behind that mask. Every step felt like he was getting closer.
Eventually, I arrive at a big cafeteria room, with many other patients eating their food at the tables before the guards take over my leadership role and guide Michael to the corner of the cafeteria to a secluded, metal room. They open the doors and Michael enters silently before sitting his imposing figure down at the table, huge legs spread wide for comfort as he settles in front of the food.
But he doesn’t make a move to eat it. He just continued to stare at me through the reinforced plastic of the window on the door, watching me, his eyes through the mask never wavering. I think he likes me more than I thought.
Hello! 👋🏾 Your knight!Ghost and Princess!reader was so fun to read｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡
If you feel like it, Could you do a continuation? Like where ghost escorts her through the village because she kept complaining about it( and maybe they do something semi-public, like in the carriage or any alleyway)
Or maybe something risky in the palace, or just furthering their escapades in her bedroomJust some ideas!
I write too, so I get if you're not inspired by this or if you are and it takes a while lol
just hope it sparked some ideas(*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
All of them did thx sm 🙏🏾💙💙 I made this story a lot deeper than it was 😅😅 long story incoming
Part 1 is right here, but it's not required to read this tho
MDNI, Virgin!Reader, Princess!Reader, Black Knight!Ghost
CW: a lil angsty corruption kink??, semi-public smashing (castle library), afab parts, talking through it, fingering, riding
Word Count: 2525 (give or take)
Even after Ghost touched her in the bathtub, the Princess was still hellbent on seeing the fountain near the village entrance or the village in general, and not just from her balcony. The Black Knight wasn’t verbally rejecting her request anymore, opting to stand there with folded arms and cold eyes.
"What the hell is so special about that damn fountain, anyway?"
“I don't know! I’ve seen people throw coins into it after making a wish and I have to try it! It’s unfair!”
"What’s unfair is you being so hellbent on getting yourself killed. Are you in denial at how dangerous your town is?”
“Ugh, now you sound like my father; it's our village, why would my people want to hurt me?”
He raised his eyebrows as his eyes widened.
"You...think... the people in this village actually care about you?"
“Um, of course they do.” She laughs, backing up, “Did you forget I’m the princess? They may not know me to love me, but they surely care.”
"Oh they care alright— they care how easy you’ll be to rob... or worse.”
“Oh please, Simon, that’s a bit dramatic.”
“The moment you walk out there unprotected, they'd rip you apart. Just be thankful you haven’t been caught by anyone out there when you sneak out."
“I don't believe that...”
"You don't believe it?"
“No.”
“Jesus, your father’s a worse King than I thought. Makes sense he’s an even worse father.”
“Hey! He may be a pain, but watch your tongue.”
“I’ll watch my tongue when he goes back in time and tells his daughter what people do when they’re desperate, especially the people in this town. Because I can tell you holding people for ransom, robbing and even killing is never off the table— they might even do it for fun.”
“Simon, stop!”
He laughs, “You know what, I’ll teach you myself. Maybe there’s a book in the library on betrayal and human nature.”
“You mean any book in there that I somehow haven't read a thousand times?”
“Let’s go, it'll give you something to do besides complain and piss me off all night."
Ghost steps out of the way to reveal the door across her room, gesturing for her to take the lead, allowing (Y/n) to lead. Once in the library, the Princess walked through the biology books, calling out everyone that she’d read already— and she was right, it was most if not all. They then moved to the history book aisle, her fingers skimming past all the books' spines while her guard followed close behind silently, watching.
“Find anything yet?”
She groans, turning to face him. “Of course not, maybe because I read all these already! Ugh, besides some of them are missing.”
Ghost raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean missing?”
“These books have been lost for forever, I think.”
“And nobody has tried to look for them?"
“I don't know, my father told me they went missing around the time he became King.”
“Around? Lost? What could've possibly happened to these books for them to just disappear?"
“I don't know, perhaps they were lost in the move...”
He almost laughs, "Lost in the move?"
“Don’t laugh! He’s not of royal blood, he was elected in by the old King before he passed!”
“Oh, I know; the biggest news in the land was when a common blacksmith took his place.”
“Simon—”
“But you’ve never seen a bookstore, so you wouldn’t know that most books don’t look like...” He gestures to the golden spines on the shelves, “...This. So a common blacksmith couldn’t have bought them.”
“I... I-I don’t know! I never really noticed or thought about until now... I was too young and they’re just books so I never asked again...”
"Good, you're learning.”
“Why would he hide books...?”
Ghost crossed his arms, giving (Y/n) a look as if it were a rhetorical question.
"Do you really have to ask? There is a reason he keeps you in this castle, isolated and dumb like this."
She blinks, “...Because I'm young...?”
“Because your father knows what those villagers are capable of."
“But all the times I snuck out, the few people I met were nice... They had to have known, the only thing I don't wear is my jewelry.”
"Why’s that?”
“In case something falls off while I'm sneaking out and leaves evidence to my routes...”
He chuckled, "You may be craftier than I initially thought."
“I'm naïve, not stupid.”
The Princess starts to walk to the bookkeeper’s desk to see if the books are over there, impressing Ghost with her newfound determination. She climbs over the desk and crouches under to look for the books and to her surprise, there is a stack of missing books sitting right where the bookkeeper would be standing. She gasps and grabs them, standing back up to place the 10 books on the desk for Ghost to see while she reads off the titles.
“So, she...” (Y/n) trails off, “The bookkeeper knew about this too...”
"Do you trust her?”
“I trust all the staff... at least I did.” The Princess gasps, “That's why he hired you to watch me— cuz a Black Knight wouldn't be as lenient with me as a palace guard.”
He smiled and uncrossed his arms. "You're catching on, Princess. Well done."
“Should I read them...? I feel like it maybe too much information, especially in one night.”
“I could give you a summary of what might be in those books.”
“What, then tell me!”
"Do you really want to hear my thoughts, Princess?”
“Yes, all of them, everything.”
“You aren't going to like it.”
“That’s probably why it was hidden from me, isn’t it?”
The Princess carefully jumps back over the desk and adjusts her nightgown before walking over to the lounging area of the library, causing a sly smirk to slowly form on his lips somewhat amused by her eagerness. She sat on the couch closest to the fireplace while Ghost stood in front of the couch opposite of her, silently gathering his thoughts before walking closer to (Y/n)’s sitting form.
"Your people are not kind." His boots thumped as he walked closer, “You're smart to sneak out at night because not only will the guards bring you back, but your townspeople are some of the most aggressive, opportunistic people I've ever encountered."
(Y/n)’s smile fades, eyes widening as they search his eyes for any sign of a joke.
"Maybe it was the King before your father or the one before that, but your father has yet to try to do anything about it.”
“Well, he—”
“And he won't." He knelt before the couch and looked her straight in the eyes, "And you know how I know?"
She swallows thickly, shaking her head. Ghost leans closer, his hands gripping the arm of the couch as he leans forward.
"Because in the time he became king to right this second, he had a goddamn daughter that's now 20 years old.”
Her jaw dropped with a sharp inhale. Her eyes slowly drifted to the floor where he was crouching, heart panging as a sick feeling of guilt bubbled in the pit of her stomach.
“He had over 2 decades to do something about the people in this town— but didn't. And now here you are, sitting in this palace not knowing a goddamn thing about the place you're meant to rule.”
“He wouldn’t, he’s just... He....”
“Now, I don't blame you, how could I? You're the only one who's in the dark about all this because he doesn't want his ‘precious daughter’ hurt.”
“See? He cares... about me at least...”
“And I don’t doubt he was going to keep this from you until you became Queen to make it your burden."
“What, no... My father—”
“Planned on teaching you nothing before shoving you into your new position? That's why I hate him-- that's why I could give a damn about consequences, ‘cuz there are none. Not even for touching his daughter in her bathtub."
(Y/n) gasps, looking back up with wide eyes and a burning face, the sight forcing an amused smirk to appear under the Black Knight’s mask.
"Oh don't look so horrified.” He rested his hand on her thigh, caressing the inside just like he did in the bath, “Remember, you tried to seduce me first."
Her thighs tremble, closing under the blue silk of the sleeping gown, “Then you already got your revenge; you don't have to taunt like this.”
"I'm not taunting you, Princess. Merely telling you all my thoughts, just like you asked. And I do so enjoy how easy it is to get a rise out of you.”
He continued to rub his hand along her inner thigh, a sly smile under that skull mask of his.
She scoffs, “But when I do so, it's wrong...”
"You need to be careful how you go about things, Princess.”
“Oh is that so?”
“Yes. For example, your method of 'accidentally' forgetting your towel is a very subtle tactic and if I was one of your stupid palace guards, I would've fallen for it. But mine...” He suddenly gripped her thigh firmly and separated it from the other, making her gasp, “Is much more direct.”
“Then.... You should teach me more...”
He chuckled softly and shook his head, his hand started to slowly slide further up her thigh, “And what makes you think I'd be willing to teach you a goddamn thing like this?”
“Because you're the only one that's taught me anything.”
He paused for a second to think.
"Put your legs on my shoulders and lean back."
“R-Right now?”
“No time like present. Especially, we’re less likely to get found.”
Looking down at him, the Princess slowly leans back on the couch and places the soles of her feet on him, the chill of his armored shoulders making her shiver. He smiled under his mask as his hand slipped under her gown to trace small circles on the inside of her thighs. He slowly lifted the silk over his head and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the couch cushions until he was sure she couldn't see his face before finally tugging his mask under his chin. She gasps when he tugs her underwear to the side before gripping the armrest of the couch at the feeling of his warm, plump lips wrapping around her tiny bud.
Ghost’s tongue gently caresses sensitive clit in circles in a way her fingers have never done. She looked down at her dress where his head was with a slack jaw in shock at his ability to make her feel this good already. His fingers were one thing but this was another. Every lick and swirl of his tongue was another whine or squirm from her, causing Ghost to grip her thighs even firmer.
“O-Oh my gods... How are you...?”
“Hush... Shh...” His voice was muffled, his mouth refusing to stop, “Just feel...”
“But it’s too good... I don’t know what to do...”
She could feel her smirk against her folds before sucking harder until her legs tremble as they try to close around his head. Try. He closes his eyes as he angles her hips upward to be able to push his tongue inside, slurping and flicking her insides with soft grunts from under her sleeping gown. (Y/n)’s hips buck and stutter until she finally cums with a yelp of his name.
He retracts his tongue from her and watches her cunt pulse while listening to her pants and gasps from inside the silk. He then drags his tongue across her folds one last time, cleaning off her excess slick before pulling his mask back up and standing up to nonchalantly sit next to her quivering body. She pants, turning her head to aim her glassy eyes at him.
“Wh-what now?”
“Now...” He slowly undoes his belt, “You’re gonna sit on my lap and give yourself some pleasure.”
“But I thought the man was supposed to be on top of the woman.”
Ghost chuckles, “That’s one way of doing it. But I don’t wanna be too rough on you for your first time so I’ll let you take over. So c’mon, you’re wet enough.”
(Y/n)’s eyes widen as his hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard cock, letting it stand erect from his pants. She takes a deep breath.
“So that’s why you...”
“Ate you out? Part of the reason; it’s also just a way to get you even more turned on.”
The Princess slowly climbs onto Ghost’s lap and straddles him while holding his shoulders to keep her soaking wet cunt hovered above his tip. His chin was angled up, observing how her nervous gaze looked all around, seemingly worried about his size so the knight softly grabbed her hips to get her attention.
“Oi.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Relax... Remember, you’re in control and I’m right here.”
With that notion, she slowly lowered herself onto him, biting her lip to keep her discomforting groans from echoing in the library. Her fingers dug into the metal of his shoulder armor as her body adjusted to him— the slick from her earlier orgasm helping like he said it would and more than she thought. Her face contorted in displeasure, her eyes shut tight from every inch but suddenly fly open when his cockhead hits something inside her— something his fingers and tongue hit, but somehow even better. The Black Knight stifles his laugh with a groan.
“You felt that huh?” His voice drops to a whisper, “Hit it again.”
With the guidance of his hands, the Princess lifts and drops herself on his cock, hitting her spot over and over again and understanding what he meant by giving herself some pleasure. Her eyes flutter shut again as she creates her own slow, steady rhythm up and down on his lap, her ass lightly slapping against his thighs with each drop. Ghost groans, making her open her eyes in time to see his head tilt back on the couch with his own eyes shut.
“Are you alright?”
“Never better....” He pants, “Never fucking better, just keep going.”
“Can I go faster?”
“Fuck, please yes.”
Her hands grip his shoulders harder and she bounces faster, whimpering at the way his thick, veiny shaft drags against her walls. His pants come through his mask, making his hands tighten on her hips. The Princess leans forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder to which he pulls her closer, pressing their chests together. His arms wrap around her and his hands hold her ass cheeks to help her bounce faster, their grunts and moans softly echoing off the walls along with the slapping crackling of the fireplace. It wasn’t long before her hips started to grind back and forth on his lap to fight off the growing pressure in her body.
“No, keep going. That’s a good thing.” He murmurs, loving the fluttering clenches around his cock, “A great fuckin’ thing, keep doing that ‘til you’re done.”
“What about—”
“I’m the teacher, all you gotta worry about is keeping that pretty voice down.”
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CW: Soap's pov, argument, engagement, Scottish accent optional while reading(😭😭)
Word Count: 1283 (give or take)
Due to both Viking chiefs signing a treaty, there was never a war between the two waterfront villages but that didn't mean there wasn't often conflict. A handful of warriors from the other town walked into the village square to meet with a group of soldiers including me to settle yet another disagreement but it wasn't long before we were all loudly arguing. Violent threats and vulgar insults were thrown between the groups until a messy fight broke out.
Not a single weapon was drawn but objects were thrown and broken as we all got so caught up in fighting, causing women and children to stay in their homes. After knocking out the warrior I was fighting with a kick, I glanced over to see (Y/n) out during the battle and ran to her. I effortlessly pick my lass up, tossing her over my shoulder as I carry her into our cabin and set her down, looking down with a worried rage.
“Dammit, lass! Why are you outside?”
She furrows her eyebrows, “I was on my way back here, and you made me drop the stuff I bought.” She snaps back, “What did you think I was doin’?”
I run a hand through my messy mohawk, still slightly out of breath from the fight. “And you didn't think to wait until after the fight had ended? Ya could’ve been hurt!”
“I was out before the fighting even started! Was I supposed to hide behind a barrel 'til they found me? Ya shouldn't have be fighting anyway!”
“And how the hell was I supposed to know you were out there when the fight started? I would have kept an eye on you if I knew. And I wouldn't have to fight if those idiots knew how to keep a damn peace!”
“John, don't act like ya haven't gone to their town to start somethin'. Yer not all innocent either.”
I scoff softly, crossing my arms. “And what if I did? Those idiots deserved it. They keep coming here to start trouble and don't listen. You expect me to just stand there and let them walk all over us?”
“I expect warriors to handle it like men, not children.”
“Oh, so now I'm supposed to be the bigger man?”
She sighs deeply, “Johnny.”
“They can say whatever they want and cause problems, but I can't fight back?”
“Wouldn’t kill ya to try, but these senseless fights might.”
“Warriors fight, daerlin’.”
“Warriors fight in wars, daerlin'" She mocks, "What if you got hurt?”
“It’s my job to get hurt, (Y/n), you act like I don't get hurt all the bloody time.”
“I never want you hurt, especially if it's not a war! You’re getting hurt in a petty fight that’s not gonna mean anything in 5 hours just to do it again next week! Just tell their chief or something.”
“You think I haven't tried that? We've talked to their chief a thousand times, but it never helps. They can be fuckin’ idiots, just like their warriors.”
I pause for a moment, my expression softening as I breathe.
“It's not like I want to fight— you know me better than that. But I'm not just going to let them walk all over our village.”
(Y/n) sighs and turns to walk to the kitchen area causing my frustration to immediately fade to concern. I follow a few steps behind and stand next to her, leaning back against the counter as I look down at her.
“Lass...” I call softly, but she doesn’t answer and grabs an apple, “Bonnie, look at me.”
She turns her head while biting the through the red barrier of the fruit, her dark eyes slightly irritated as they meet mine. I sigh at the sight, biting the inside of my cheek.
“I know you don't like it when I fight, but those bastards won't listen to reason. They understand aggression, that's just how it is.”
She huffs. “It's stupid, you know.”
“Stupid or not, it's necessary. It's to keep the town safe— to keep us safe... Keep you safe. I'm a warrior, love; that's what I do, it's who I am. You knew that when you married me.”
She suddenly choked on her apple, coughing up a storm before I quickly patted her back until she cleared her throat and calmed down her breathing enough to speak.
“Y’alright?” I ask, searching her eyes, "Wrong pipe?"
“Wh-When I married you...?”
I raise an eyebrow at her words, confusion spreading across my face as I back away.
“Aye, when ye married me. What're ye getting at?”
I notice a slight redness fading in on her cheeks, along with a small smile. “Johnny, we aren't wed...”
I blink, unsure if I heard correctly. “What? What do you mean we aren't wed?"
"Well not yet... I hope..."
I cross my arms, not appreciating her game, "Lass, you don't have to hope, we had a ceremony: vows, party, and everything."
She blinks and sets down her apple, "...Is this... your way of proposing...?"
"You don't remember our wedding day? At the waterfall? We exchanged vows in front of the town?”
(Y/n) walks to me with a teasing smirk on her face as if trying to hold back her a smile.
“...And then you woke up this morning for work?”
My face falls slightly as I process, the realization slowly sinking in. (Y/n) touches my shoulder, looking up at me.
"Johnny, I came over here last night to hang out with you." She started, "We hung out, had sex then fell asleep and then you went to work this morning. I was here all day ‘til I went out to get some food you.”
“You're saying... that was all a dream? The wedding, the ceremony... our dance— it never actually happened? So... we're not actually married yet?”
“No, ya dummy...” (Y/n) steps even closer, “But I'll take this as your proposal~”
“W-wait, you... You're saying you'd accept?”
“Aye~”
I open my mouth but nothing comes out, stammering until I manage my thoughts. “Are... Are ya serious? You'd really accept? You'd... marry me?”
“It's clear to me now that you wanted to ask so bad, why didn't you?”
“Well... I...” I run my fingers through my mohawk awkwardly, “I did... I did want to ask you... I bought a ring and everything. But I was... scared— what if you said no?”
“Finally, a Viking scared of something.”
My lass suddenly grabs my stubbly face, quickly guiding me down and into a kiss to which my eyes widen in surprise before I relax into it. My arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer while our lips move together, the kiss full of longing and desire. As the kiss breaks, I pull back slightly, a shy but smitten smile on my lips.
“And yes this is real, ya goofball.”
“So...” I gently cup her cheek, a thumb brushing against her soft skin, “This means we're officially betrothed, then?”
She laughs, “Take all the time you need, baby'.”
I chuckle and tuck a loose braid behind her ear, “I want to make our wedding perfect, and I ain't about to half-ass this."
"I should hope not since you basically have it all planned out."
"Only because you deserve nothing but the best, daerlin’, I swear I'd die for ye. Hell, I'd kill for ye, either way, the bliss alone would ensure I'd see the pearly gates.”
She holds my hand to her cheek as a tear brims over her eyelid. “Johnny, stop—”
I blink away my own mistiness, “Nay... Never...” My thumb gently brushes her tear away, “My sweet lass, I know I ain't perfect, but I swear on my soul that I'll do right by ye. I'll keep ye safe, love ye ‘til the end of days, and make ye the happiest little lass on the whole damn planet. Those were my vows.”
(Y/n) sniffles, holding back her tears before I wrap my strong arms around her and pull her against my broad chest. I bury my face into her hair, deeply inhaling her drug of a scent before I plant soft kisses atop her head, a small, affectionate smile on my lips with each one. I tuck her head beneath my scratchy chin, holding her close while she sniffles softly into my leather armor.
(sry bout the mini hiatus, almost scrapped this shit like twice and had nothin else to post 🙄)
Ghost Riley x Black Fem Reader Smut
MDNI, Princess!Reader, Black Knight!Ghost, Bodyguard!Ghost
Part 2: Right Here
CW: trying to seduce him but he flips it on you, fingering in bath, not proofread
Word Count: 2182 (give or take)
Yes, you were the princess but that doesn't mean you didn't have a curfew. It was for your safety but you didn't care. The village was always prettier at night and you can only see the edge of it from your window. It wasn't fair and knowing that, you always managed to escape from the palace. Tonight was supposed to be the same as all the others until you opened your door and jumped back, clutching your chest at the sight of a Black Knight blocking your doorway. Despite his dark metal helmet resting under his arm, you still couldn’t see his face thanks to the black face mask that hid everything but his eyes.
"Princess." He bowed at his waist respectfully.
You stammer in confusion for half a second before composing yourself enough to bow back. “Good evening...?”
"You really like pushing your curfew a little farther every night, don't you?" He said in a low, mocking tone.
“And who, pray tell, are you?”
"I’m Simon Riley; they call me 'Ghost'."
“And what are you doing at my door...?”
"I have been assigned as your new bodyguard. It seems I've come at the perfect time."
You scoff in disbelief. “New? What happened to my old one?”
"Fired.” He said bluntly, sidestepping you as he walked into your room, “I'm afraid it's been decided that he cannot be trusted with your safety."
You groan slightly, shutting the door. “Who decided that!? The maids couldn’t have, they always comment on how good of an influence he was being.”
Simon didn’t answer for a bit, making you rest your hands on your hips and watch as he looked around. You watch his eyes dart about, taking note of everything in your room from the windows to the bathing area. He peeked through the curtains and looked out into the gardens below but little did you know he was envisioning how you escaped every night. He chuckles to himself and when you call his name in annoyance, he pulls the curtains shut before turning to look at you.
“Not a good enough influence it seems, seeing that you’re all dressed up for another secret night out.”
“Tell me who got Brian fired!”
Ghost crossed his arms over his chest, "The King, Princess." He said in a deadpan voice.
“What? You’re joking.”
“I don’t get paid to joke with you, I get paid to watch you.”
“That... That bastard hired a Black Knight to watch me instead of a different palace guard!? I know it might not have mattered, but I am not some criminal! Ugh, I can’t believe him!”
"I'm sure you'll live."
“Hush! You can't stay anyway, I haven't bathed yet so you'll have to go...”
“You have a divider; I’ll stand by the bed.”
“Uh, no. You're supposed to stand outside and guard the door.”
"Maybe your old guard. I've been given permission to remain by your side at all times.”
“I'm sorry, what?”
"Did I stutter?" Ghost starts walking, “Since you managed to sneak out, what, your father told me 15 times? You're stuck with me 24/7 until further notice, Princess, whether you like it or not. Bathing is the least of your worries."
The Black Knight was now standing right in front of you while you tried to play off how intimidating his intensity was with a disinterested groan despite feeling slightly defeated. You had planned to see the fountain in front of the village gates tonight only for it to be ruined by your father and your newly assigned guard dog. You begrudgingly walk over to the bathing area and pull the divider in front of the tub with a huff of frustration before running the bath. You put your hair up in a bun then drop your gown to the floor as a desperate, last-choice idea popped into your head.
An idea that you've never tried on a knight, or had to try. Once naked, you step into the bubble bath and sit down, leaning back against the porcelain until I was up to my neck in hot water and soap bubbles. Ghost leaned against your bedpost, waiting for you to finish. He was used to staying by princesses and guarding them, but you were more of a pain than the others. He glanced at your discarded gown and then at the frosted glass separating you from him. You clear your throat, ready to put your plan into action.
“What village are you from, Ghost?”
"None that you would recognize, Miss." He called back.
“I'm guessing you’re betrothed.”
"What makes you say that?"
“Well you're a big, strong knight... a soldier. Women adore feeling protected... So I was thinking one had tried to get you off the market.”
Your comment caught him off guard for a moment but he quickly recomposed himself, looking at the between you two again.
"I’m not wed, Princess.”
“Mm... no women have captured your heart~? That's a shame...”
He scoffs to himself, rolling his eyes, “You think so?”
“I would think women would be clamoring to see what you look like under your helmet since intensity can be very attractive.”
"Princess, how long do you plan to stay in that tub?"
“I, um... need my towel! I must've left it out there, could you... bring it over?”
His eyes narrowed; it wasn't unusual for princesses to ask him for things, but this just seemed a bit too sketchy. He weighed his options for a moment before sighing to himself. He walked over to the bed and found the towel you had left behind then slowly approached the divider, his eyes narrowed the closer he got all while you smiled at the fact your plan was working.
“You can come around... I'm under the bubbles...”
Simon hesitated for a moment, getting the feeling you were up to something. He steps around the wall of frosted glass and glances at the bubbles that shroud every part of your body except the top of your breasts and up. He sighed before slowly stepping closer to the foot of your tub, his eyes never leaving your obscured body.
"Here's your towel, Princess."
He held out the towel towards the water, his eyes darting to the bubbles for a moment, thinking as you leaned forward, risking exposing more of your breasts to reach for the towel. He knows a princess would never do that— risk their modesty for a towel. Right as your fingers were about to get the soft fabric, Ghost quickly moved the towel just barely out of your reach, eyebrow-raising as your face changed.
“Wha- Ghost—”
"You didn’t really think I’d fall for that, did you Princess?”
“What are you talking about, I haven't done anything!”
"You think I was born yesterday?" He steps around the bathtub until he squats behind you, whispering, "You and I both know that you were trying to pull.”
You look over your shoulder, “What are you talking about?”
“The old 'accidentally drop the towel' trick."
“I was not!”
"Oh and I'm supposed to believe that?"
“Yes, I may have snuck out but I—”
“You sound extremely defensive for someone who didn't try to pull that stunt."
“Because I didn’t! I would never!”
"If you say so, Princess. Then why did you ask me to bring you your towel?"
“Because...”
You tilt your head to the side to escape the nice feeling of his warm breath on your neck, Even though you tried to move away, you weren't fast enough. When you tilted your head to the side, it only brought his face closer to your neck, his breath grazing over your skin.
“Because...?”
“Because I forgot it—“
"Really?"
“Yes.” You snap, “I didn't know forgetting was an issue.”
“No, the issue is you want your bodyguard to see you...” You hear Simon drop the towel, “Covered in nothing but bubbles...” He gently wraps his hand around your neck, “In the hopes that I’d just crumble and let you go live la vida fucking loca...” He tilts your head back until you can see his eyes, “Just like your last guard did. Is that right?”
You tense, trembling slightly as you search for any words to reply with. How was he doing this to you with fear? You were a Princess— the daughter of his king— he wasn’t supposed to talk to you this boldly, much less touch you like this. You knew he was a different type of knight but that always meant he was brutal and such but this was different.
You were now terrified of him since he didn’t care about any rules or regulations regarding touching a princess, that, and the fact that he could break your neck right here with a single grunt. He was terrifying but you were so consumed by curiosity, you didn’t dare say anything to make him think that you wanted him to stop touching you. A low sigh escaped Ghost’s lips as he looked down at you, his cold eyes meeting yours for the first time.
“You very are a difficult person to guard, you know that?” He gently squeezes your throat, his thumb running over your pulse in a slow, taunting manner, “And the worst part of that is you're only difficult because you won't let me."
You gasp as his other hand comes around and slides down into the bubbles to massage your breasts, rough fingers pinching your nipple and rolling it back and forth.
“Y-you...”
“Mhm? What is it Princess?”
“Y-you can't touch me like th-this...”
He scoffed and tilted your head so you were looking into his eyes again. “So you can try to manipulate me... and now you’re telling me what I can and can’t do?”
“Well, I-I...”
“You’ve been nothing but a nuisance since I arrived, trying to get me to let down my guard. You’ve played your games and now it’s my turn.”
His hands were roaming your body, caressing every inch as he pleased. Eventually, his hand lowers deeper into the water, keeping your head tilted back as his hands slot between your thighs, making you gasp and tense up, looking up at him. He feels you stiffen beneath him but continues to tease your body slowly. He could see that you were having trouble fighting the words on your lips as he explored every inch of your body in the water. Slowly, one of his fingers slips deeper between your legs, gently grazing over your core to test your reaction.
“O-Oh my god...”
“Mm?”
He chuckled lowly and gently massaged between your folds, feeling the warmth radiating from your body. He was slowly getting addicted to it and you were getting so needy. He didn’t want this to end. Simon leaned forward a bit more, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear as he spoke.
“Still going to sit there and keep insisting that you didn’t try and trick me?”
Your legs try to close. “I-I wasn't...”
He tsked and shoved your thighs back apart, your knees thudding against the inside of the tub, the fingers slipping inside you.
“Keep 'em open.” His lips lightly brushed over your neck, slowly kissing you before moving back up to continue, "Oh and I don’t believe you.”
He said, gently spreading you open for his fingers to push deeper inside with ease. He could feel every twitch you made as he stroked your walls with slow, circular motions.
“I... I should tell my father about this...
He laughed at your comment and his hand stopped, pulling back from you. He was so close to just giving in and taking you completely.
“You could, Princess." He said bluntly while looking at your flustered face, “Be sure not to leave out the part about you seducing me.”
“You're a Black Knight, you’re not supposed to be seduced...”
He curls his fingers inside you. “And you’re supposed to behave, but that hasn’t stopped either of us from breaking the rules.”
Your head falls back further and rests on the edge of the tub. “Y-you're... a bastard.”
“Mhm.” He said as he gently ran his hand over your clit, pressing a finger into your warmth, “And you’re a spoiled fucking brat.”
You look back down, whimpering at how sexy his muscular arm looked disappearing into the bubbles. His hand moved to grip your cheek so you were looking at him again, loving how flustered and needy you looked as you stared up at him with pleading eyes.
“I wonder what your father would think of this.” His thumb gently grazed over your bottom lip, “He’d be livid wouldn’t he~?”
“Shut it...”
“Or you’ll do what?”
“I'll... I'll get you f-fired...”
His fingers curl, pumping in and out even faster, using his other hand to cover your mouth.
“You won’t.” He hums and gently massages circles on your clit with his thumb, a small smile dancing across his lips, “You’re too busy enjoying this.”
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"Ya really came all this way to find lil' ol' me...?"
I look up to see Gojo Satoru standing on the second-floor balcony with his revolver pointed back at mine. Despite the black bandana over his eyes, I could tell by that smirk that he looked down on me in amusement as I stumbled into his house.
"That's sweet~" He finished, "Ya really that desperate for my attention, (Y/n)?"
"You killed the mayor!"
"Aht, aht, don't gimme that. Ya know I don't just go on killin' folk; I was paid, he was a criminal. Simple as that."
"So how come other folks are dead?"
"Cuz they got in the way of my work and I happened to have 5 bullets left."
"Well, I'm here finishin' up my work so you're under arrest."
"And what if I don't wanna?"
"Then..." I stumble a little, "Then I'd have to kill ya."
"Kill me? Really now, ain't that bordering on vigilante territory? Not gon' lie, I'm kinda hurt, thought we were thick as thieves."
"I don't give a rat's ass h-how close we were. Put ya hands up and walk down those steps real slow like and maybe I'll visit ya in jail."
"Were?"
"Were."
He scoffs, loosening his grip on his gun.
"I had to kill him with no witnesses or I don't get paid."
"W-well I guess it's too bad ya got one. Now, reach for the sky and walk down the steps. I'm t-takin'...."
Gojo pauses and presses his pelvis to the wooden railing to lean over the balcony. He squints.
"You bleedin' already?" He chuckled, "I ain't even shoot you yet."
I look down just in time to see a couple droplets of blood fall from my hip and crash into the small puddle of previous drops made on his old wooden flooring.
"What the fuck, you okay?" He asked, straightening up, "That amount of blood ain't nothin' to sneeze at... y'sure y'alright?"
"Don't act like ya care." I pant.
"(Y/n), did you ride all this way wit'--"
Everything became fuzzy and the next thing I knew, the back of my head stung with pain and I was now staring at his high ceiling. Rapid steps echoed around me and all I had to do was blink before seeing Satoru kneeling beside me and quickly lifting my shirt to see the hole where the blood was pooling out. He muttered curses to himself.
"Who did this to ya?"
"L-leave me alone."
"Shut up and tell me who did this."
"C-cops."
"The fuck they shoot ya for?!"
"I was the only one holdin' gun in the crowd... They thought I killed 'im."
His face contorted into shock as he took out a different black bandana from his pocket and pressed it into my wound.
"Why the hell do you have a second bandana?" My voice strains as the pain grows slightly more intense.
"Case I get mine ripped inna bar fight. Now hush, I'mma getcha back to town, 'kay?"
"Think I'd rather die, actually."
"What, ya still don't trust me~?"
"You the reason I'm shot, Satoru. And I was here to arrest you."
"Well since y'already blamin' me, I'll tell ya old friends ya made a valiant effort before I shot ya."
He starts to help me up, slinging my arm over his opposite shoulder as he helps me outside to horse and carriage. I stared at it but despite my pained, glazed-over eyes, I was in shock.
"You tellin' me... you a bounty hunter but got a carriage 'stead of just a horse?"
"I got horses too, I just cain't help it if I'm a lil' high-maintence." He laughs, "And lucky for you, my driver ain't here; so you get to have the pleasure of me takin' the reins." He winks.
"If I wanted to die, I woulda just stayed on ya living room floor."
"Oh shut up and c'mon."
Satoru helped me climb onto the carriage floor, and I didn't even bother pulling myself onto the seat since the pain was so bad. As soon he closes the door, I roll onto my back with tears stinging my eyes. My head rolled to the side as the horse's galloping fell deaf on my ears as I felt the bullethole gush more blood.
I looked at his panicked face before looking to the other side of my bed to see a tray of bloody cotton balls on a medical cart. Satoru walks towards the bed and I shift towards him and immediately stop and wince at the feeling of tight pulling at my side.
"Hey, hey." He soothed, resting his hand on my knee, "There's stitches in there, so relax."
"What?"
"You in the hospital, 'member?"
I punch him across the face to which he jerks his head from it. He smiles smugly, as he rubs his jaw.
"I shoulda shot you on sight."
"Right, yeah-yeah, 'course, keep that energy for after you recover. We'll can continue this lil' meet up somewhere else."
Satoru cupped my face in his hand and pulled me into a deep kiss, almost like he missed me. I try to keep my eyes open in surprise only to slowly succumb to the passion. But as they start to close, his lips are torn from mine with a smug chuckle.
"Been waitin' on that for a while." He smirks, "And that's the only thing that's gonna keep me goin' 'til we meet again."
"If we meet again, I'mma kill you where you stand!"
"Like I'd let you do that..." He places another peck on my lips, "Besides, I just gave you some incentive not to."
"Wait, what--"
"Don'tchu die on me now, officer."
He tips his hat and jogs out of the room. He didn't kiss me like he missed me, he kissed like he was going to.
"Gojo!"
I painfully stand up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, and use the iron headboard to help me stand. I hold my side and limp after him into the brightly lit hospital corridor only to see nurses and patients calmly walking the corridor as if nothing happened.
"Ma'am, please. Ma'am!" A nurse worried, "Those stitches need to heal."
"Where did he go? He ran out of my room!"
"Where did who go?"
"Gojo? Satoru Gojo?!"
"The... bounty hunter...?"
I roll my eyes, "Yeah-yeah, he was in my room and just ran out! You tellin' me you ain't seen 'im?"
"Ma'am, you ain't had any visitors since you were admitted."
"Riddle me this; who emitted me then?"
The nurse grabs and reads a chart, "Says here, your brother did."
"Wha-- and you believed 'im!?"
"Had no choice... Fella insisted he write it himself."
She showed me the sign-in sheet, pointing at the bottom, to see he wrote my name for the patient's column and then literally wrote "her brother" in the admittees column. I scoff and curse under my breath, half pissed off yet half impressed. That bastard brought me here, then snuck back hours later for a fuckin' kiss. But thinking about them again, almost makes me feel better about potentially losing my job.
"You seen what he looked like though, right...?"
"Tall fella, all black get-up...hat hid his face and hair though."
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Using both of his lower hands to hold your ankles, Sukuna keeps them in the air, spread apart so he can get a good view of your pretty, tear-streaked face. At the same time, his dick deliberately disappears in and out of your already creamy cunt, each slow thrust making your lower stomach bulge.
"Would've expected such a small hole to be looser and no longer worth my time after half a round...."
He's already cum twice-- overstuffed you twice-- but seeing how his girth looked with a thick layer of his own cream slathered up the shaft combined with how it spurted out of your little, messy hole when he slid back in? He couldn't help but continue; not like the monster hanging between his tattooed thighs was softening anyway. He looks down at your pleasure-contorted face, chuckling.
"Yet here you are, still struggling to take it. Your pussy is nothing if not small and ravenous, woman."
His remaining pair of hands held your wrists above your head, keeping you from squirming away as he rocked you into his surprisingly slow thrusts, helping him get and stay as deep as he could. It seemed like every ten minutes, he would sink in deep and hold himself there, the bulbous tip of his heavy cock weighing on your cervix without him even moving.
"Mmh and that's something I appreciate greatly. Whether or not you're ready, it always wants to satisfy me."
Sukuna let out a soft hum, a calm sound contrasting with your incoherent mewling. He sat back on his heels and looked down to watch you tremble, cocking his head to the side and patiently waiting for you to shut up so he could speak and know you were listening-- the best you could, anyway.
"You are fortunate my loads do not take, you know that?"
You gasp for air, finally able to breathe. "N-no..."
His hands tightened slightly around her weakened ankles, "Your tiny body is lucky enough to withstand every stroke you get..."
His hips begin to move again, drawing back before slapping against the back of your thighs. He pulls back a little and rolls his hips to trace your g-spot with his tip until you clench with a loud scream. You gasp loudly and cum for the 7th time tonight.
"Where this may be a workout for you, this is merely a stress reliever for me..."
As you pant, he drives back in with a long hum before a deep chuckle rumbles out of his chest. Sukuna leans over your small body again, slowly picking up the speed of his hips, watching bliss-filled tears spill from the corners of your eyes every time he strokes deep and quick past your overworked g-spot.
"But, how I wish they did..."
His upper hands rock your body further back while the lower ones push your ankles back, folding you in half as he sinks into you over and over, talking to you as you babble about how sensitive you are. He begins to grunt and moans softly, his heavy balls slapping against the plush of your ass with every deep thrust, making more of a mess with his cream.
"Mm, to breed you with the heir of a demon..."
The sounds of skin clapping echo off the walls in his bedroom along with your loud grunts and gasps as Sukuna begins to lose himself again, the pleasure boiling inside him as he races to his next orgasm.
"To mark you as nothing more than the mother of my child... There would be nowhere you could go without me finding you."
He keeps your ankles by your ears, driving in as deep as he can until he cums for a third time, growling lowly while he pumps you full of yet another messy load, his hips not stopping despite his sensitivity. His cock doesn't even begin to soften, a sign that you were far from finished pleasing him.
CW: from the back, sub!reader, pillow riding, a little choking, fingering, teasing, 💦ing, a little bit of a headlock (fuck i luv this man its so bad😩🙏🏾), filthy talk, unprotected cream🥧, Dio's breeding kink shines through (cuz he def have one)
Word Count: 1572 (give or take)
"Dio please.”
My ears perk up-- the sound is nothing if not a distraction from my reading. The voice was faint and low, but because of my incredible hearing, it rang like a bell in my head despite being across the mansion--where my harem was supposedly asleep. I close my novel with a chuckle. My untitled name, hm? I don't recall being on a first-name basis with any of my women.
I stand from my chair, causing the handful of minions around me to flinch away from me as I walk toward the double doors across the room. The instant I stepped out from the stone, soundproof walls of my library, it was obvious that the hushed whimpers belonged to (Y/n). I chuckle, beginning to walk down the corridor, footsteps silent so I could continue to listen to those adorable noises of hers. How cute; her moans were always my favorite. However, hearing them without me present is certainly a surprise.
I step into (Y/n)'s chambers to find her in the candlelit room, sitting in the center of her bed with her back to me. She wore nothing but a thin silk robe as she humped her naked cunt onto the pillow bunched between her chubby thighs. A smirk slowly forms across my face, watching her hold her hair up to keep it off her sweaty neck and back as quiet gasps and moans fill the air. I struggle to keep myself in check as I watch her pleasure herself.
"Unh... Oh, Dio, fuck~"
I exhale slowly to regain enough control to discipline her. Untitled again? I stalked closer to (Y/n) until I stood at the foot of her bed, looking over her bare dark skin that shimmered from sweat in the golden candlelight before gently grabbing her neck from behind, my fingertips firmly pressed on both pulse points. She yelped in surprise, dropping her hair as her hips stopped rocking. Now frozen in fear, her heart raced and her breathing was still ragged from her pleasure.
"Who's Dio?"
She gulped. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio, I--"
"Shhh, shh, shh." I kiss the top of her hair, "Don't apologize, answer my question. Tell me who this 'Dio' is."
"You." She mumbled.
"What was that, angel?" I press my cheek to hers and whisper, "I couldn't hear you; speak up."
"I said y-you."
"Ah... so you're calling out my first name without my permission? How rude. Since you want to be rude, should I teach you some manners then?"
I feel her face warm up as blood pools into her cheeks from sheer embarrassment. (Y/n) shivers against me and boldly tilts her head against mine as my breath hits her exposed skin, her pulse still pumping past my fingertips. Mm, always know just how to get yourself out of trouble. I press my body to her back and my other hand wraps around her, dipping between her legs to feel the wetness on the pillow before sliding my fingers up to her soaking clitoris. God, you're my favorite.
She huffs, her voice cracking a little. "I'm sorry, Lord Dio."
"No, you're not, "I whisper against her neck, "No the fuck you aren't."
I continue rubbing quickly at (Y/n)'s sensitive clit while leaving wet, open-mouth kisses on her neck and jawline. She grinds against my hand, her cunt drolling all over the pillow under her as she moans and gasps.
"Fuck, I'm supposed to be disciplining you."
"Mnh, I apologized."
"Sorry is only a word. I came to punish you, but you're such a professional at escaping trouble, aren't you?"
"Yes~"
"So sneaky, yet so obedient. What am I going to do with you?"
(Y/n) lays forward, looking over her shoulder at me as she slowly spreads her legs, hiking her robe over that plump ass to reveal the inside of her wet thighs that glistened from the candle flickering across the room. I chuckle as I undo my belt and drop my bottoms. Fuck... she is a problem.
I throw the pillow she was humping onto the floor and crawled onto the bed until my hands were firmly planted on the mattress on either side of her shoulders, my back hovering above her just enough for her to feel the chill of my undead body. I grind my hard-on against her through my boxers on her already sensitive clit, watching as she whimpers.
"S-Sensitive."
"Oh, I'm sorry love. Did I stop you from cumming on your pillow? Would you like to finish?"
"No!" She gasped before quickly composing herself, "N-no I want you to fuck me."
I bury my face in her neck and stop grinding myself against her, "Too bad. You are mine, therefore I fuck you when I'm ready, understood?"
(Y/n) lifts her hips and pushes her ass back on me, making it hard for me to follow my own words. I slap it harshly to which she quickly lowers her hips back to the bed. I chuckle at the disparity in her tone.
"Please Dio I need--"
"Saying my name again without permission?" I lean to one side of her and smack her ass hard, "You underestimate my patience."
"Ah!"
"You seem to believe you're in a position of authority and you aren't. I should leave you here for your pillow to finish you off."
"N-no please, I'm sorry." (Y/n) whines, tugging the sheets, "I'm sorry, just please."
I slap her ass again, "What is my name, concubine?"
"Lord Dio..."
Another slap. "When am I allowed to want you?"
"W-Whenever you want..."
A final slap reddens her left ass cheek, "And when I do, what is your response?"
"Wh-Which room."
"Or...?"
"Which hole."
I mount her again, slowly sinking my thick length into her soaking pussy, feeling her legs tremble under me when she gasps aloud. Relishing in the grip as I push in even deeper, I tuck my forearm under her neck, pulling her impossibly close to my chest and restricting her breathing just slightly. With a soft grunt in her ear, I start thrusting my hips down, stroking her most sensitive spot, the intensity making her yelp out and grasp at my forearm around her neck.
"F-fuck~"
"Mm, your cunt is always so greedy. No wonder you lack patience... You must think with it."
(Y/n)'s cunt clenches around me as she finally cums, squirting onto my pelvis. It flexes and massages me with every adorable mewl that spills from her mouth as she quivers beneath me. Ooh, already? I forgot she was touching herself. I chuckle and continue plunging into her pussy, listening to the squelches echo with every downward thrust of my hips.
"Lord Dio~! Y-yes please!"
"Does this feel good? Huh? Do you like this?"
"Yes, I need you~"
I look down, watching as I disappear and reappear from her snug cunt, my cock shimmering with her cum every time I withdraw. I looked back up to her face in time to see her eyes roll back which made my girth twitch. I pull out and thrust deeply, my new depth making her eyes roll back again as she cried out.
"Shit~" I grunt in her ear, "I think you've earned the pleasure of saying my name. So what is it?"
"D-Dio~!"
Her cunt starts to squeeze my dick tighter as she starts to grind herself against my thrusts. "Oh fuck.. Again."
"Dio!"
Sinking my nails into her squishy thigh, I spread her leg from the other, giving me better access to fuck her deeper, feeling her pussy tremble around me. (Y/n) whimpers loudly, her hips squirming away from my thrusts in an attempt to stop my speed despite her clearly enjoying the building pleasure of a second orgasm. The sounds of skin clapping echo off the walls in her bedroom as I keep her legs open and continue to pound into her.
"Don't run from me, precious. You know you love it, just look at the mess you made. You're not going anywhere."
"It's too much! Too much, feels too f-fucking good~!”
"That's it..." I whispered, kissing the back of her neck, "Again. Cum again."
"Fuck, right there Dio!"
"Yeah? Right there~?" I can't help but chuckle a little at her helpless state, "Going to cum inside you... So... So, so deep... Ungh, you want it?"
(Y/n) nods frantically, breath hitching in her throat from how close she was again.
"Use your words and speak up."
"Please, oh god, please~ I..." Her breath catches in her throat as he pants, "I want it!"
"Good, because this...?" I reach under her and rub her clit, "...Is mine. Understood?"
"Y-yes Dio~! G-gonna... M'gonna cum!"
Shit...shit...shit. (Y/n) buried her face into the mattress as her leg-trembling bliss bubbled over, causing her to squirt all over my cock again. A couple of strokes later and I bottomed out inside her as deep as I could and coating the inside of her cervix, never slowing down my thrusts to force out every single drop of cum I had.
I slowly pull back, letting my cum coat the rest of her tight channel. My hips stutter from the sensitivity as I slide out completely, looking down at the mess she made on my pelvis and shaft before sliding back in to feel my warm seed cover my balls. Her body stops shuddering for the most part as she pants, letting me stay buried inside her as I sit up.
