Greetings, I would like to request more tfp children murdering grown men.
It's my favorite gender.
MECH base of operations, currently in the Jasper trio's possession:
Miko: *scribbling on MECH agent mask w paint markers*
Jack: what are you doing.
Miko: makin' the uniform less ugly
Jack:
Jack: that man is missing the lower half of his body-𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘴??? Ew what the fuck
Miko: No! gross! I dumped those out earlier
Jack: what
Miko: I wanted to color the mask!
Jack: *staring judgmentally*
Miko: I need the face! It doesn't hold the right shape without one!
Jack: you're such a freak
Miko, rolling her eyes: says the guy who kept one of them alive so you could pretend to be an ax murder for an hour
Jack: I was curious!!!
Miko: and I want a souvenir!
Jack: whatever! Use your cadaver mannequin. I don't give a shit! Just don't come crying to me when it ends up covered in maggots.
Miko: I'm gonna clean it!
Jack: didn't stop it from happening when you kept Silas's skull
Miko: I didn't know how to do it properly back then!
Jack: you made 𝘮𝘦 deep clean your room
Miko: you were raised by a nurse. You know how to sterilize sheets, and carpet, and everything else it could have touched!
Jack: big baby.
Miko: it attracted the largest fuck off spider I'd ever seen in my life. I could have 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥.
Jack: proving me right
Raf, opening office door with his shoulder. Hands occupied with laptop: to be fair, it was a really big spider. Even though it was technically a tarantula.
Miko: I looked away for barely a second and it was gone. Did not sleep for days.
Raf: oh, it hid under your dresser
Miko:
Miko: how do you know that
Raf: camera
Jack: Raf
Jack: Raf what have we said about bugging our rooms
Raf: ask first
Miko: did you kill it.
Raf:
Miko: did you kill the spider.
Raf: tarantulas are harmless to humans, so I caught it, and then released it outside of Jasper
Miko: 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬
Jack: no we're not done with the camera thing. Raf you have to tell us when you do that, and where they are.
Raf: sorry Jack, I'll give you the list when we get back
Whumpee tearfully watched as the guards pulled Caretaker up from cuddling with them on the floor.
"We can cuddle more when I'm back", Caretaker promised as they were led to the door, "everything is alright."
Whumpee nodded and faked a smile.
The door closed behind Caretaker and the guards. Whumpee was alone again.
They huddled into the corner of the room still wrapped in the blanket Caretaker had comforted them with earlier.
"They promised not to hurt you as long as I did what was asked of me. I'm going to do it because I-I need to keep you safe", Caretaker had profusely promised multiple times, "as long as you are safe, t-that is all that matters. Just behave and don't get yourself into trouble while I'm away."
Whumpee was never told what Caretaker had to do to ensure their safety. They didn't dare ask either.
Whumpee jumped when the door opened.
Another guard came in with a tray of food and set it on the metal table.
"Eat."
The guard turned, and started for the door.
"Th-thankyou", Whumpee cautiously spoke.
The guard turned back to them and huffed.
Whumpee cowarded into the corner as much as they could.
The guard reached for the door after hearing Whumpee's whimpered apology.
Caretaker stood in the viewing room.
Someone was being stripped and tied to Caretaker's work bench.
Caretaker watched through the one-way mirror to make sure the setup was correct.
Whumper came in and stood next to Caretaker.
"How's Whumpee doing this afternoon?", Whumper asked curiously.
Caretaker side glanced Whumper before turning to them.
"What?", Whumper shrugged, "I can't ask how one of my prisoners is doing?"
"I'm trying to figure out if you are being serious or if this is one of your sick games", Caretaker frowned.
"I'm being serious. They looked cold yesterday, that's how they got the extra blanket", Whumper talked nonchalantly, "I asked one of the guards to warm up the room. I don't know if you noticed."
"You were in the room?", Caretaker glared, "with Whumpee?"
"Only to give them a blanket and a head pat. They are so brave", Whumper grinned, "trusting you and all."
Caretaker stepped daringly toward Whumper... fist ready to fight.
"Uh-uh", Whumper warned as they pulled out a remote, "I'd hate to ruin their lunch", Whumper pointed at a screen that had video feed of the room Whumpee and Caretaker were kept in.
Caretaker turned quickly to look, "don't", they warned.
Caretaker saw Whumper press the warning button.
"No", Whumpee's whimpers could be heard on the monitor. They quickly reached and felt the shock collar that was locked around their neck, "please, mercy. I didn't do anything", Whumpee pleaded.
"Please don't", Caretaker turned to Whumper, "I-I'm sorry."
"That's more like it", Whumper smirked, "sorry Whumpee, my finger hit the wrong button", Whumper spoke into a mic that connected to the room.
Caretaker watched as Whumpee shakingly shrunk to the floor, abandoning the tray of food they were just about to eat.
"Please tell them to eat", Caretaker pleaded.
The screen turned off, and Caretaker blinked away tears.
"What? Is the big bad Caretaker crying... for some prisoner", Whumper mocked, "is it from the guilt you feel from what you've done to them that drives you to protect them now? Is it some sort of attempt to repent?"
"No, th-they were the only one who forgave me for what I did", Caretaker admitted. They thought back to that night, "they don't see me as the monster you've made me."
A while ago, Caretaker had acted out against Whumper. As punishment, Caretaker had been locked in a full room. Everyone they had tortured for Whumper was also locked in that room with them. Caretaker had taken refuge against the wall and had buried their head into their lap to hide from the hateful but well-deserved torment they were receiving. They were as much a prisoner as everyone else was, but no one understood that. They were just as evil as Whumper.
"That dirt and blood covered hand reached for your hand", Whumper spoke out loud, "such a touching story. Whumpee sat with you all night, even though you had just tortured them earlier."
Caretaker fought back tears.
"How dangerous for yourself to have something weighing you down like that. You are really stuck. Whatever you do could impact that one", Whumper chuckled, "you've always been good at getting answers for me. That's why I let you keep Whumpee with you as a little pet. I figured that it would keep you in line. Plus, I really didn't have any plans for Whumpee. They would have probably died had you not taken them."
Caretaker frowned, "they're not a pet."
"Whatever you say", Whumper laughed, "good luck with this one by the way", Whumper looked into the interrogation room again, "they're a real piece of work. I'll feed the questions in to them like normal."
"Please let me see Whumpee one more time", Caretaker pleaded, "I'll do what I must as per our agreement. Just please."
Whumper nodded at the person in charge of the screens.
A full image of Whumpee came up again.
Caretaker sniffled.
"Whumpee, Caretaker would like you to eat your meal", Whumper talked into the mic.
Caretaker watched as Whumpee jumped at the sound Whumper's voice.
"I hit the button accidentally. You are not going to be shocked right now", Whumper smiled as Whumpee nervously nodded.
"Now go make me proud", Whumper chuckled.
Caretaker rubbing water on fresh wip markings, which caused the prisoner to writh and gasp on the table. Caretaker dug their fingers into the person's abdomen to signify it was completed.
"It seems you think you've finished?", Whumper questioned over the radio, "you finish when I say."
"Th-they answered your questions", Caretaker looked at the glass, "they can't take anymore. They'll die if we continue."
"Someone will be getting electrocuted", Whumper chuckled, "I'm done with that prisoner. They can die now. You either turn the level up to max on the probes attached to them or I'll shock Whumpee. Do you understand."
Whumper pointed at the person, who then turned on a screen in the room Caretaker was in.
"No Whumpee, please don't make me... I can't take a life... I can't do what you are asking me to do."
"Such a shame", Whumper sighed.
Whumpee grabbed the collar and screamed.
"Whumpee", Caretaker yelled, "please stop."
"This will keep happening. Do what you're told", Whumper ordered, "protect your pet."
"I-I'm sorry", Caretaker hurried to the machine.
"No, no, no", the person pleaded.
Caretaker paused before hitting the button.
Whumpee screamed, "Caretaker help!"
Caretaker to panicked and hit the button.
They shielded themself as the prisoner sparked. The screams matched Whumpee's until both quieted.
"How far did you turn that up?", Whumper laughed, "I think you roasted them."
"I-I don't know, you said turn it up. I can't think straight when someone I love is being electrocuted", Caretaker frowned, "Whumpee?"
"A little shaken up... they're fine", Whumper laughed, "good work today. Someone will be in to get you momentarily."
Caretaker cautiously walked around the table. They couldn't look at the smoking body. They only stared at the monitor.
Whumpee had collapsed on the floor and was gasping for breath.
"Please no more" Whumpee mumbled repeatedly between gasp, "please?"
Caretaker hurried into the room and dropped to the floor by Whumpee.
Whumpee whimpered when they saw Caretaker, then tears started to fall.
"I am so sorry", Caretaker pulled them close, "I wasn't fast enough, and you got hurt. I am so sorry."
Whumpee sobbed into Caretaker's chest.
"I-it hurts", Whumpee cried.
"I know, I'm sorry", Caretaker pulled them even closer and sighed, "I'm sorry for everything."
Whumpee calmed a little now that they were in Caretaker's arms.
"I'm so sorry", Caretaker whispered continually, "I'm so sorry". It was the only thing they could say.
Whumpee jumped when the door opened.
Whumper sauntered in.
Whumpee whimpered and hid their face into Caretaker's chest.
"Aw", Whumper circled them both, "if only they knew."
Caretaker glared up at Whumper.
"I'm a bad Whumpee. Please have mercy", Whumpee pleaded.
Caretaker rubbed their back, "no Whumpee. That was my fault. I-I'll...", Caretaker bit their lip, their glare deepened, "I-I'll make sure it doesn't happen again", Caretaker blinked away tears.
They were both very stuck. Caretaker had a weakness, and Whumper was going to use it. There was nothing that could be done to stop it, either. The only way to protect Whumpee was to play Whumper's game.
"I'm glad to hear that", Whumper gleefully turned to the door when they heard someone opening it, "oh look, dinner. I'll leave you both to it then."
Caretaker sighed when they watched the guard come in with two trays.
"I need you to eat Whumpee... come along", Caretaker stood and helped the shaking Whumpee up, "I'll help you eat. I'm so sorry."
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thinking about the bellajames exes/prongsfoot cannibal au @mrstellmeafuckingsecret
where james is fresh out his abusive relationship with bellatrix (where she made him participate in cannibalism with her) & the man is going off with his newfound freedom mixed into his new norm of killing & eating to live. sirius helped him get out of there but now has james crashing at his & the man is litr trying to woo him by bringing home dead bodies & cooking them for him, killing all his family members (which is also partially about james' own healing journey), constantly getting into arguments with strangers on the street which more often than not ends with him getting blood all over himself & another body to wrap up & put in the trunk, & if he isn't doing that then hes talking to himself or picking apart body parts like a stress toy. & then james will eventually crash out & fall asleep on the sofa & snore softly, chest rising up & down slowly, snuggling against sirius & sirius will forget all about the bloodstains in his truck bcs james hums so sweetly when he plays with his hair
like litr he goes from
to ->
& i'm a lesbian but both sides are very hot on him (trust me). tho peter prefers his unhinged side, remus prefers his calm side, & sirius & lily are big fans of Both. however in a diff way to how bellatrix did like. with her she brought out that unhinged side to make him Match her & forced him to act in a way that went against what he was comfortable with doing & then bcs they've broken up but james is still very much stuck in that past of what he is used to doing, he still acts in the way bellatrix made him, so overtime hes trying to reclaim that unhinged & murderous part of him into something more akin to himself and killing the members of the black family is kinda his way on working towards that & sirius & lily are very very supportive of this goal (sirius a little less so. he doesn't particularly want his family dying off & being fed them but like. yknow james is his best mate. gotta do what y gotta do)
Summary: You were the daughter of the mayor of Wrywood back when the wild west was more than just a movie genre. Your father was a sly politician who managed to find himself stuck between a rock and a hard place with a large crime group that resided in the city and the west’s most notorious group of outlaws. Somehow you find yourself stuck in the middle.
Warning: PLEASE READ :) Dark themes, violence, blood, guns, gun violence, graphic death, character death x2, hair pulling (not in a fun way), near-death experience, alcohol mention, trashy father smh, typos (If I missed any please let me know!)
This was really hard to write, probably cause I got the end figured out and I didn't want to rush anything, but I hope yall like it :)This part is a little shorter just so the last part can have everything together. Thank you all for the support too, it makes me so happy to see everyone liking it! Warms my cold heart
Part 6!
Part Five
You didn’t talk for the majority of the ride back to your town. Izuku talked some, glancing back at you every once and a while to make sure you were still awake. Not like you would be able to fall asleep. You were nervous about what was going to happen in the next couple of hours.
There was no telling what Keigo would do once he got his hands on you. Would he really just check to see if you matched the wanted posters, or would he do something worse? You gulped as the wiser part of your brain whispered that you should have never returned to Bakugou after you parted ways.
“How ya holdin’ up?” Izuku’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Alright,” you answered, frowning as you both passed over White Tail River. The water had gone down significantly since that day Bakugou had planned for you both to cross.
“You sure?” Izuku asked as his horse trotted up the bank and back on to the prairie.
You sighed, “well no. Not really, which is pretty obvious.”
Izuku’s face warmed and he turned back around to maneuver his horse through the treeline. “Right, sorry, stupid question.”
“It’s fine,” you muttered, watching the night sky start to morph into the colors of dawn. The sky was turning hot pink just like yesterday. Which meant there was another storm coming. You almost felt like the recent weather was reflecting your storm of emotions. You sighed, “so you think this plan is gonna work?”
Izuku nodded, “it should. Keigo doesn’t know I am still in contact with Bakugou. So, he shouldn’t be suspicious when I come to take you away.”
Your stomach churned at the thought of being with Keigo again. There really was no telling what was gonna happen. Even though Izuku’s words comforted you a little, you had a gut feeling that something would go wrong.
“I’ll keep you safe, Y/n,” Izuku told you seriously as your small town came into view. He stopped his horse and turned his head to look at you, “I’m bein’ serious.”
You blinked, almost wishing to shrink away from his intense gaze. It was a relief to hear how serious he was, but a part of you wished you were staring into a pair of red eyes instead of green ones. “Thank you.”
Izuku smiled at you before urging his horse forward again. It didn’t take long for your hometown to appear in the distance. In a way, you were happy to see the town and all of its little shops and stores. You could see that there were a few people milling around, probably getting some early morning groceries from the market.
As you got closer you began to notice your face was plastered on almost all the storefronts, with your bounty posted at the bottom. You gulped, making eye contact with the drawing. They made you look ferocious, eyes wild, a large grin. It didn’t even look like you.
It didn’t take long for you to reach your home. Even though it’s roughly been three weeks since you’ve last seen it, a lot has changed. Your garden was dead, all the plants were ripped out by the root. Your belongings were scattered on the front lawn.
It stung to see how easy it was for your family to believe the lies that Keigo had spread. With a sigh, you slid off the side of Izuku’s horse and he briefly followed you. With a sigh you looked up at Izuku with furrowed brows, “you think this will work?”
Izuku waited a moment before nodding, “yeah it will. I’ll see you soon, try not to worry, okay?” With that, he turned his horse and cantered back to town.
You nodded, having to believe that the plan would work. You had faith in Izuku. He was a good man and you trusted him. You came to a stop outside your front door and held your breath as you knocked on the door.
Within seconds the door was opened, revealing your father. He looked worse for wear. Pekid and sweaty. His clothes were frumpy and the stench of alcohol slammed into your senses. His eyes lit up at the sight of you and a drunken smile crossed his features, “I knew you would show up here you terrible creature.”
You frowned, feeling your chest tighten at his words.”Just get on with it. Go get your fucking money.”
Your father grinned as he slinked back into the dark house and reappeared with some rope and harshly tied it around your wrists, making you wince. He shut the door behind him as he began to walk you to town. “That outlaw close by?” he asked, his gaze shifting across the horizon, “watchin’ me?”
You kept your mouth shut, refusing to even acknowledge his question.
“Bet he sent you back to make me give him his money,” your father cackled, shaking his head as hysterical laughter bubbled from his lips, “like hell I’ll do that. I’m gettin’ the hell out of this town, far away from here,” he muttered.
Your eyebrows furrowed at your father’s paranoia. He looked like he had lost his mind. “Why are you leaving?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you.
“You think I’m going to stay here after the town found out about my scandal? They want nothin’ to do with me, the house is getting taken by the bank in a week's time. Not to mention, I’ll have my own bounty soon once enough people come forward as witnesses from the party,” he grumbled, shaking his head.
“Serves you right,” you spat, “you think you deserve anything good after what you did?”
“I did what I needed to do,” your father shot back, trying to hold onto what little dignity he had left.
“Whatever, I hope you rot,” you snapped as you came to a stop outside of the sheriff’s office.
Your father laughed, it was dry, “the only one of us that will be rotting is you, my dear.”
You were seething as you watched your father open the door to the sheriff's office. He yanked you in, causing you to stumble in after him.
The door shut behind you and you immediately locked eyes with Keigo. He was sitting behind the desk with his boots propped up. He looked terrifyingly calm as his golden gaze danced between you and your father.
Slowly you watched as he began to grin, his lips pulled up into his cheeks with a sense of malice at the sight of you tied next to your father. He moved quickly from his seat, long limbs retracting from the table as he stood up.
You shivered, feeling your heart leap into your mouth as he continued to watch you. There were only two things in this world that made you feel like you should drop everything and run. Those were spiders and Keigo Takami.
In fact, Keigo reminded you of a spider. He was cunning, building a web of lies that he would entrap his prey in. And at the first sense of danger, he would recoil back into his web, waiting for the right moment to strike.
He never walked over to you, deciding to stay in the shadows by the side of the desk instead. It made you nervous as you watched his gaze dance between you and your father. It was like he knew this was a setup.
“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Keigo finally said.
Your father laughed, it was loud and forced, “she came back all on her own, probably knew it was best to turn herself in.”
Keigo hummed, standing from his seat and making his way over to you both. “Is that so?”
Your father nodded aggressively, “it is. Now, this is her right? The one that killed your comrade?”
Keigo narrowed his eyes, outstretching his hand to grip your chin between his cold fingers. “I think so.”
You tried to recoil, but he held your face steady as he dug his fingers into your cheeks, his nails making small crescents on your skin.
“Oh yes, this her,” Keigo concluded, a grin of satisfaction stretching across his face.
“Good good, now where is my money?” your father asked, letting go of your rope and rubbing his palms together.
“Let's not be hasty now,” Keigo said, glancing back at the door that led to the sheriff’s personal office.
“I don’t have time to wait, just take her and be done with it,” your father snapped, growing restless.
Keigo sighed, looking rather annoyed, “you people make things so hard for me.” Just like before you watched frozen as Keigo yanked out his pistol and pressed it into your father's forehead. “Walk,” he hissed as he bent down to quickly grab your rope.
“Whoa!” your father hissed, eyes wide as he almost fell back, “the hell are you doin’!”
“Shut the fuck up old man unless you want a bullet in the head,” Keigo snapped as he kicked the back of your father's knees making him stumble towards the back office.
“Okay! Okay!” your father choked stumbling towards the back door.
“What are you doing!” you hissed, yanking back on your rope, eyes wide. Did your entire plan fall through? How did Keigo know something wasn’t right. Bakugou and the others weren’t even here.
Keigo ignored you, herding your father into the back office. The door opened and your eyes immediately started to water at the scent of death. It hung heavy in the air making you cough.
“Hell,” your father coughed, seeing the crumpled body of your sheriff shoved in the back corner of his office, “you did this?” he asked, eyes wide as he stared up at Keigo.
Keigo grinned, shoving your father to the floor, next to the body. “Oh no, I didn’t do anything. It’s all her fault,” he said while shaking his head, “just like with Tokoyami, right Y/n?”
“Don’t do this,” you croaked, not even able to look at the body. You have known the sheriff since you were little. He was a nice man, a good one. Saved your town plenty of times from criminals. He was older now but still had enough kick in him to fight off crime.
But not Keigo.
“Y/n didn’t do this, it’s obvious you killed Toshinori,” your father babbled, his gaze shifting between you and Keigo until he finally realized that you were in fact innocent.
“Oh yes she did, after killing Tokoyami, Y/n seems to have a thirst for blood now,” Keigo began as he pressed his pistol harder into your father’s forehead. “She came back home to get rid of her father, which the whole town knows you two despise each other, especially now.” He shrugged, golden eyes shifting to Toshinori’s body, “and little ole’ sheriff got in the way, she had to take him out too.”
“Please Keigo,” you choked out, grabbing at his arm, but he promptly shoved you away from him, hard. You stumbled falling back against the wall with a thud. You hated your father, but this… this was something you didn’t want to watch again.
“Beggin’?” Keigo leered, his golden eyes were wide with bloodlust, “now that’s not like you? Where’s your fight?”
“Y/n,” your father said between quick breaths, “don’t do anything, give em’ what he wants.”
You sniffled, and shook your head, “I can’t, I let him do this once, I can’t let him do it again.” So you stood up, not sure what to do except charge at Keigo and try to knock him over, maybe wrangle the pistol out of his hand.
You slammed into Keigo with a grunt, trying your best to fight back but all he did was laugh and easily pull you back from his side. How could you think that you could take him on? After all, he was trained in combat.
“Nice try,” Keigo cooed, yanking your head away from his side by your hair, “I can see why you’ve caught his attention, haven’t met too many people with so much spirit.”
Your mouth soured as you stared up at Keigo. This whole time, he knew that this was a plan. Knew that you were with Bakugou, even if it was for only a little bit. How could you be so naive to think that he didn’t know? Someone who has evaded the law after so long was surely cunning. “Keigo please, I don’t know why you’re doin' this?”
Keigo hummed, yanking your head back further to see the fear glint in your eyes, “I’m doin’ it because I like it. I like the chase, I like seein’ people squirm. You all are so easy to fool, walkin’ around like sheep.”
“You’re terrible,” you spat, reaching up to dig your nails into his forearm, “Bakugou’s gonna get you, all of them are.”
“Oh, you think so?” Keigo chuckled darkly, “I don’t, Bakugou is always two steps behind and far too late. He always has been, and always will be.”
You narrowed your eyes as Keigo yanked you up by your hair, making you yelp.
“Now, where was I?” Keigo hummed, turning his attention back to your father, “right, well best get to it.”
You screamed as your father mouthed out an apology before he shut his eyes. The shot fired and you flinched as blood sprayed your face. You never wanted this to happen. Not again. Another death blamed on you. Before you could register what was happening you were being dragged out of the sheriff’s office like a limp doll.
Keigo opened the door and was surprisingly met face to face with Izuku who was about to knock. For the first time since you’ve seen Keigo, he was caught off guard. “Izuku?”
Izuku’s gaze snapped to you, tracking the thick blood that was sliding down your skin. “Keigo,” he said, his voice even.
“What brings you here?” Keigo asked, shutting the door behind him and placed his hand back on the handle of his pistol.
Izuku’s gaze snapped away from you, not missing Keigo’s hand now on his pistol. “Just passin’ through, thought I’d pay Toshinori a visit.”
Keigo hummed, a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Toshinori’s out. Had me lock up the office, takin’ this one to the county prison.”
Izuku swallowed thickly, “I see.”
The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. The two men before you seemed locked in some sort of standoff and before you knew it, Izuku had yanked your rope out of Keigo’s hands and pulled you behind him, all while pulling out his pistol and pointing it at Keigo. “Don’t move,” Izuku hissed, backing down the steps.
Keigo sighed, scratching the side of his head, “well maybe you got the jump on me this time.”
You gripped Izuku’s shirt tightly between your fingers as you watched Keigo with wide eyes. Did you and Izuku actually catch Keigo off guard? You felt Izuku’s muscles tense beneath your fingers as Keigo began climbing down the steps.
There was a feeling of impending danger in the air. You knew, Izuku knew it, hell the whole town knew it. You could see the stores around you start to shut their windows and lock their doors. The streets were starting to empty and before you knew it both men were standing in the street, about six feet apart watching each other closely.
“What’d he do?” Izuku hissed at you, not taking his eyes off Keigo.
“He killed Toshinori and my,” you paused, feeling your throat tightened, “he killed my father. It seems like he knew we were comin’.”
“Shit,” Izuku said quietly, “how the hell did he know we were comin’?”
You shook your head trying to push down your growing panic. “I don’t know.”
Keigo looked relaxed in front of you both, tense, but relaxed. Which was unnerving. It was almost like he had his own plan. Your eyes widened in realization. Keigo had told you he’s always been two steps ahead of Bakugou and he could never catch up. Why was that?
You gulped, that only meant one thing, he wasn’t working alone.
“Izuku, we need to leave, Keigo, he’s not working alone, he’s-” you began but you were promptly cut off when a pistol was pressed into your lower back.
“He’s got a partner,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you.
You and Izuku both turned your heads to see Denki Kaminari standing behind you both. He yanked out another pistol and pointed it at Izuku’s forehead.
“Kaminari?” Izuku breathed out, still keeping his pistol pointed at Keigo, “why?”
Kaminari shrugged, he looked pissed. “I was gettin’ sick of working under Bakugou, havin’ him piss all on me. Takes me for granted he does, always callin’ me useless. Do I look useless now?” he hissed.
“I can’t believe it,” Izuku hissed, “you know what this bastard has done and you’re working with him?”
Kaminari shrugged, “like you haven’t killed anyone, Izuku. You’re not clean.”
“Never in cold blood,” Izuku snapped back, “the hell do you want with us?”
“We don’t want either of you,” Keigo said from behind you, taking the opportunity to move because Izuku was distracted. Before either, you or Izuku could move Keigo had shot Izuku in the shoulder making him drop his pistol on the ground.
You flinched and immediately went to grab Izuku’s side as he screamed, grabbing his shoulder with his free hand. “Izuku!” you shouted trying to remain calm as Kaminari yanked you away from your friend. “If you want Bakugou why are you attacking us!”
Keigo chuckled, shaking his head, “you’re a little dim aren’t you?”
You bared your teeth at him as you watched Izuku sink to the ground, blood starting to pool from his shoulder.
Keigo shook his head again, “I’ve known Bakugou a long time, and I know how much that one means to him,” he explained, looking towards Izuku and then back at you, “and now my good pal here has told me that you mean a good deal to him now too. So why wouldn’t I take the two people he seems to care about the most?”
“He won’t come, he’s not stupid,” you hissed.
“Oh he will,” Kaminari said, yanking you up closer to him, “in fact, they should all be here soon. Honestly, can’t thank you enough for making this easier with the plan you told us last night. Killed two birds with one stone.”
“You asshole,” you snapped, turning to look at Kaminari, “you’re gonna get it when he gets you.”
Kaminari laughed loudly and shook his head. He decided to not answer you and instead pick you up and slung you over his shoulder. “You got Izuku?” Kaminair said to Keigo.
Keigo nodded, and he bent and surprisingly hoisted Izuku onto the back of his horse.
“Wait!” you shouted, kicking at Kaminari as you tried to squirm out of his grasp as he hastily tied another set of ropes around your ankles with one hand, “the hell are you doin?”
“Shut up,” Kaminari hissed as he threw you over the back of his palomino and got into the saddle.
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You rode to the edge of town and to your horror both of them stopped by the train tracks. Even though you fought back, it still wasn’t enough to overpower either man as they tied you and Izuku together on the tracks.
“When’s the train comin’?” Keigo asked as he finished stuffing a bandana into your mouth.
“Thirty minutes, give or take,” Kaminari answered with a shrug, “Bakugou knows they’ll be here.”
You squirmed in your restraints trying to find a way to wiggle out. A scream of frustration tore through you as you yanked on the restraints again. The sun was hot and glaringly bright as it reached its peak point in the sky.
Which meant it was noon.
You knew the train always came through your town shortly after rnoon.
You squirmed again, tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried for the hundredth time to yank out of your restraints. You needed to get out of here and save Izuku. Your heart broke thinking of your friend tied against you. You could feel his blood soaking into your shirt, the one he bought you.
He wasn’t moving behind you, which had you worried. Was he still alive? Or was he passed out? This was all your fault, you should have never made him come with you. If only you knew how to fight well enough. More tears leaked out of your eyes as you kicked again, feeling the train rails start to rumble.
This was the end then? Used a piece in Keigo’s chessboard to get to Bakugou? You had no idea why he even wanted Bakugou. He was a man possessed it seemed.
You shut your eyes, feeling the ground vibrate. At least you tried. You really did, you fought all the way up to the end. You exhaled, bunching your muscles as the vibrations grew louder.
The sound of gunshots echoed around you and you opened your eyes to see two horses leap over the train tracks next to you. Your eyes were wide as you noticed Kirishima and Mina take off after Keigo and Kaminari.
Two more horses skidded to halt next to you, briefly rearing as their hooves slammed down in front of your face. Sero was the first off his grey horse, scrambling to Izuku’s side as he began slicing through the rope.
You blinked and Bakugou was suddenly in front of you, swearing up a storm as he yanked out his hunting knife and began sawing through the rope.
“Fuck, hurry up Sero, the train’s almost here,” Bakugou barked, his red gaze jumping to the train that was starting to grow closer to all of you.
“I know!” Sero hissed, glancing at his hands covered in blood, “one of them is hurt bad.”
Bakugou and you finally locked eyes and he yanked the bandana out of your mouth and tossed it to the side.
“It’s Izuku, Keigo shot him in the shoulder, his left one,” you said quickly, your voice was hoarse.
The train was so close that the tracks were starting to rattle, and the conductor yanked on the whistle, and stuck his head out of the side, screaming at all four of you to get off the tracks.
Your heart was slamming in your chest as Bakugou began working on the knots on your legs, and now that your hands were free you were hastily helping him as best you could.
Sero finally got Izuku out of his restraints and yanked him to the side of the railroad, ripping off his flannel to look at his wound. You glanced back at Bakugou, who was still struggling to get your ankles untied.
“There’s no time,” you breathed out, the train would hit you in less than a minute now, “Bakugou.”
“Shut the hell up,” he snapped, his voice catching as he cut through another rope.
“Bakugou,” you hissed, your eyes watering as the horn whistled again.
With one final tug, he got you loose and quickly yanked you off to the side just as the train flew past you both. The sound of the train passing screamed in your ears as you briefly shut your eyes. If Bakugou had taken a second longer both of you would have been hit and gone in a matter of moments. He held you close to him, one large hand was pressed against the back of your head, keeping you close to his chest and the other was circled around your waist. He had you turned too, tucked away from the train as it sprayed gravel against his back as it passed.
As fast as the train came, it was gone, leaving behind a rush of wind and you kept your face pressed against Bakugou’s chest, breathing heavily as your adrenaline started to fall.
“Look at me,” Bakugou’s deep voice rumbled in his chest.
You looked up, feeling some of your hurt from yesterday rebloom in your chest. His rejection. You haven’t had time to think about it, for obvious reasons, but having him here now looking down at you was hard. Albeit you owed him your life now.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, bringing both hands to cup your face as he turned your head, his eyes narrowing at the blood on your face.
You shook your head, “I’m okay, Izuku is he okay?” you asked, breaking your eye contact with Bakugou to look at Sero who was looking grim.
“He needs a doctor, it’s not a clean shot. He’s lost a lot of blood,” Sero said seriously.
“There’s one in town, it’s right next to the courthouse, you can’t miss it,” you said quickly, bringing your hands up to pull Bakugou’s away from your face. “There’s an old lady there, Chiyo, she’ll take care of him.”
Bakugou frowned, glancing away from you and to Sero, “take him there, make sure he doesn’t die, Sero.”
“No promises,” Sero said as he hoisted Izuku on the back of his horse before getting back on his, “you better get on after Mina and Kirishima, I’m sure they’ll be needin’ an extra hand or two,” he said and the to your shock he tossed you his pistol.
You scrambled to catch it and let out a sigh when you caught the heavy weapon. With that Sero kicked his horse's sides and took off towards the town.
Then it was just you and Bakugou alone.
“What happened?” you asked, breaking the brief silence, “with Kaminari?”
Bakugou’s face twisted up in pure anger at the mention of Kaminari, “fucker took off right after you and Izuku. While I was…distracted,” he said, rushing to the end of his sentence quickly before continuing, “left a note that Mina found in the stables the next morning.”
“I’ve never liked him, ever since he shot at me,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Bakugou huffed, “I shoulda known right when he shot at you, he was not one of us, no one else would have done that.”
“What makes you say that?” you asked truthfully, “I was runnin’ away, anyone could have shot at me.”
Bakugou shook his head, “nah, the moment I told them you were with us, you were never a target. Not even when you were runnin’ away.”
You raised an eyebrow as you watched him shift uncomfortably in front of you. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you knew this wasn’t the time to talk. “You need to go, Sero’s right, Mina and Kirishima need help.”
Bakugou’s gaze snapped to you, “and what about you?”
You shrugged, “I don’t have a horse, and both of us on yours would slow you down.”
Bakugou shook his head, “I’m not letting you out of my sight again, you know that right?” he said seriously as he turned his head and whistled, “lazy fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
There in the distance was your favorite companion. The big red gelding you’ve been with since day one. He was barely cantering as he slowly made his way towards you both and then came to a stop before you, nudging the top of your head with his nose.
You grinned and ran your hand along the side of his cheek. “I missed him,’ you said quietly, mostly to yourself.
“Well he’s your horse,” Bakugou said, “he’s never listened to anyone but you after all.”
Your eyes widened as you looked towards Bakugou, “you mean that?”
Bakugou nodded, his lips twitching up into a small smile at the sight of yours.
“Thank you, Bakugou, really,” you said seriously as you got onto your horse, and watched Bakugou get onto his.
Bakugou shook his head, “it’s nothin’ and-” he paused, glancing at you briefly before, “-it’s Katsuki.”
You blinked, your eyes wide as you watched him kick his horse's sides and take off after Mina and Kirishima. You were close behind, standing in your saddle as you raced after him. He wanted you to call him by his first name? Maybe he did care for you, in a twisted distant sort of way.
Keigo and Kaminari were right, he did come back for you like they said he would. You smiled a bit as you followed Bakugou into a sparse forest. Even though you were still hurt by his actions from yesterday, what he just said soothed the sting a bit.
However, your smile was quickly wiped from your face when you came out to the open prairie again. Far in the distance, you could see Kirishima and Mina trying to cut Kaminari off from Keigo but they weren’t having much luck.
“Shit,” Bakugou hissed as he looked to where they were headed. There was one place he refused to ride and that was through the bramble wood in the distance. It was impossible to ride through there without cutting up the horse you were on, but he knew those two wouldn’t care.
“What?” you asked as you moved in next to him, your heart was hammering in your chest. This would be your first fight and you were terrified.
“We’re turning back,” Bakugou announced, “we can’t follow them through those brambles, it would make all our horses lame.”
“But they’ll get away,” you responded, “can’t we go around?”
Bakugou huffed, glancing around his surroundings. He could go around, but it wouldn’t make sense to camp somewhere with those two on the loose, and that was probably what Keigo wanted. For him to lean into his temper and follow him.
There was no need to scramble now. He needed to plan, make sure to cover any possibilities Keigo could conjure for when he meets him for one final time.
“It’s fine, this is better, we need to plan again,” Bakugou finally said and then whistled loudly, watching Kirishima and Mina turn back around.
You nodded, trusting Bakugou’s instincts. If he thought it was unwise to follow Keigo and Kaminari you would go along with it. Honestly, you had no problem not facing Keigo after the day you had.
Soon Mina and Kirishima came to stop next to you and Bakugou, both panting and dripping with sweat.
“We almost had ‘em!” Mina said between breaths, “nicked Kaminari in the side with my bullet.”
Bakugou snorted, “I know, but I’m not goin’ into those brambles. You know Kaminari led Keigo over there for a reason.”
“But we almost got ‘em!” Mina argued.
Kirishima shook his head, “Katsuki’s right, Keigo always has a plan. He probably still had the upper hand on us somehow, but now that we let them go, we’re finally on an even playing field.”
Mina sighed heavily, raising her arms above her head, “fine, you’re right. I would have gone after them either way. How could I not, I hate a snake,” she hissed, referring to Kaminari.
You sniffled, listening to the three of them talk before all eyes were on you, making you freeze.
“What happened to you?” Mina asked, referring to all the blood on you. In fact, you were partially soaked in it just from Izuku’s gunshot.
You frowned, thinking back on your father's gruesome death. It was horrific the way he died. At least he knew that you were innocent at the end of the day. A terrible feeling of grief entered your chest and you looked away from Mina to hide the wobbling of your bottom lip.
Kirishima snorted and grabbed Mina’s reins, leading her away from you. They had to pass through the town to get to the tracks, and he saw the bodies in the street. He knew one of them was your father.
You let out a breath as Mina and Kirishima moved away from you.
“C’mon,” Bakugou said from next to you, “better get back before it’s dark.”
You nodded, remaining silent as you rode next to him back to town.
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You had learned that Izuku had lived. Just barely, he had lost a lot of blood and if Sero was any later getting him to Chiyo, he would have died. You told the others that they could stay in your house since no one was there anymore. Your mother had apparently left your father shortly after you were kidnapped to live with your sister.
You were now seated in a small room where Izuku was sleeping. He looked bad, to say the least. His shoulder was stitched and wrapped but he looked like he was in pain, even in his sleep. Apparently, he wasn’t expected to wake up for a few days, but you felt immensely guilty that he had gotten hurt.
It was always someone else taking your place.
Bakugou was watching you closely from where he was seated next to you. He had joined you to check up on his friend, and he was rather surprised to see you reach out and grab Deku’s hand.
It made him frustrated, if that was the word, seeing you so gentle with Deku. What had happened in the past twenty-four hours that made you so close? Or were you always this close. He did leave you with him for five days.
You shivered, feeling the intense gaze of Bakugou burn holes in the side of your head. So you turned your head, locking eyes with him.
He held your gaze before letting it drift down to your hands intertwined with Izuku’s and then he stood up. “We better get going, we’ll be leavin’ in the morning.”
You nodded, gently placing Izuku’s hand on his bare chest before following Bakugou out of the tiny hospital. Apparently, no one batted an eyelash watching you follow the most infamous outlaw in the west out of the hospital and through the town. Or they were too scared to say anything now that your town had no law enforcement.
With a sigh you mounted your horse and rode next to Bakugou back to your house. He was quiet, but it was different. Not the same stoic quietness that you were used to, but an irritated quiet.
The whole way back he didn’t say a word.
You tried not to care, but it was hard not to. He was still ever-present in your mind, despite how hard you wanted to push away your feelings.
Once you got back to your house the storm you predicted would come through finally started to kick in. It was a gentle summer storm, with soft rain and rumbling thunder. You had put everyone's horses in Torino’s stable, without asking him, but you were sure he wouldn’t care. Then you made your way inside.
Your house was different on the inside too. All the furniture was gone, the plush carpet on the stairs was ripped out. So your father wasn’t lying when he said the house was going to be taken by the bank.
Mina, Kirishima, and Sero were already asleep on the floor, sprawled out on bedrolls, and probably thankful to not be out in the rain. You, however, made your way up to your room, well old room.
It was empty except for your feather mattress and a few clothes strewn about. Thankfully you found another shirt and a pair of jeans since your current ones were covered in blood. You set them out of the bed before making your way back outside and sitting on the porch steps, letting the gentle rain wash away the blood from your skin and clothes.
There was a lot on your mind tonight. Tokoyami, Toshinori, your father, and Izuku.
Their faces flashed in your mind as you rubbed your cheek, trying to get more blood off your skin. You hated blood. It was thick, hot, and the metallic smell was enough to turn your stomach.
The door opened behind you and you looked back over your shoulder to see that Bakugou was behind you. You watched him shut the door and walk out into the rain before sitting next to you. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his thighs, staring into your ruined garden.
“” M sorry ‘bout your father,” Bakuguo said after a long stretch of silence.
You nodded. He knew you didn’t like your father even now still, but it was nice of him to say something. “Thanks.”
Bakugou hummed, keeping his gaze set on your upturned tomatoes. They still had fruit on them.
You fell into silence again, watching the rain hit the earth and lightning flash softly in the distance. It was nice, but you were starting to grow ansty. Surely there was a reason he came out here and sat next to you so willingly.
“Quit squirmin’,' Bakugou said gruffly from next to you, watching you out of the corner of his eye.
You stilled, sighed heavily as you turned your body to face him, “why’d you come out here?”
“Am I not allowed to?” he asked, turning his face towards you and raising his eyebrows.
You shook your head, “no you are, I just-” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose between two fingers. “You made it seem like you wanted nothing to do with me after what happened, between us,” you blurted out.
Bakugou froze, eyes slightly widening at your confession. “I never said that.”
“Well, you implied it-”
“I just saved you from dyin’ today and you’re telling me that I want nothin’ to do with you?” he said, clearly growing agitated.
“No!” you cut in, folding your hands into fists, “no, I don’t mean that, and I’m so thankful you did save me, really, but why are you actin’ like everything is normal?”
“Well it is,” he answered dully, turning his gaze away from you again.
You frowned, he was so thick-headed. “Katsuki,” you began, which immediately got his attention again. His eyes snapped right back to yours and were wide with shock, “you can’t just pretend like nothing happened, at least I won't. I know you said that stuff doesn’t work out for you, which is fine”
You took a breath, finally coming to terms with your feelings. You liked him a lot. But if he wasn’t going to be there for you like that, then you couldn’t stay tied to someone who didn’t want you. Izuku was right, you needed a better man, someone who wanted to try, even if they were scared.
“But I’m not gonna stick around after this, I can’t-”
“It’s Deku isn’t it,” Bakugou interrupted, his voice was bitter.
“What?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. Now you were the one who was confused.
“I saw the way you were lookin’ at him, the way you were holdin’ his hand,” Bakugou admitted, his voice was quiet and low, “you care for him.”
You sighed, “I do care for him.”
Bakugou tensed from next to you, clenching his jaw as he moved to get up.
You frowned, reaching out to yank him back down, “stop runnin’ away, I’m not done,” you told him harshly as he sat back down again. This time you kept your hand on his sleeve, holding him tightly so he wouldn’t run off like he always does. “I care about him, but not in the same way I care about you. You piss me off to hell, and I hate how much of a hold you have on me.
Which is why I need to leave when this is over. I can’t keep lookin’ at you knowin’ you don’t want the same,” you admitted, feeling like a weight had been lifted off your chest.
Bakugou was still like he was stunned.
You let your gaze drop to the ground and you released your grip on his shirt and stood up. It was nice getting everything off your chest, but now the humiliation was starting to set in.
“You piss me off too,” Bakugou said, stumbling over his words.
You snorted, rolling your eyes as you looked down at him, “nice to know-”
“And you annoy the hell out of me, always got something snarky to say,” he continued his voice wavering a bit, “but you’ve got a strong spirit, I admire it.”
You froze, slowly sitting back down as he continued to speak.
“I like listening to you talk, you could talk to me about your stupid tomatoes for hours and I’d listen. I like riding with you, I just,” he furrowed his brows trying to find his next words, “I care about you too, and it scares the hell out of me. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before.”
You swallowed thickly, your eyes searching his as he waited for you to answer. You did start to smile though, which made him relax his shoulders that were bunched to his ears again. “It scares me too. I think it’s scary for everyone, really.”
Bakugou snorted, a smile slowly growing across his features, “gotta hard time believin’ that princess.”
Your face warmed as you both fell into a comfortable silence, just watching the storm pass in front of you. After a moment, he had moved closer to you to where his knee and shoulder were pressed against yours.
It was nice, you thought, a sweet moment shared between you both before the storm tomorrow.
Summary: You were a rookie Jashinist with a dark secret, he was a demented shinobi with a desire to slaughter anything and everything for his god.
Pairing: Hidan x Fem!Reader (canon verse)
Warnings & Content: dark content - minors dni, language, blood kink, kidnapping, murder, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, knives, human sacrifice, cult-like behaviour, religious fanatism, Reader and Hidan are... insane, slight gore.
Word Count: 2.8 k
A/N: Read those tags carefully. Hidan's not exactly a warm and fuzzy character.
"Please, let me go... I won't tell anyone." You peeled your lips open, dry from all the crying and lack of hydration, hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead.
"Let you go? But... you came here willingly." He sneered, flashing you his teeth.
He was right. You joined the Jashinists thinking they were a liberal religion, preaching freedom and anarchy, but you did not expect sadism and human sacrifices. And you didn't expect to fall in love with Hidan — the most vile man you've ever encountered. Not that he knew that, anyway. He couldn't possibly fathom the idea that a sweet thing like you could love a man like him. But you weren't a saint.
"T-then why are you doing this to m-me?" You breathed, the ropes around your wrists cutting the blood circulation in your hands.
Hidan clicked his tongue and placed his scythe on the floor. "Because I can." He picked up a knife — no, a kunai. "And because you wanted to run away."
Ah, there it was. You decided to leave this cult when Hidan prompted you to kill some poor ninja he'd kidnapped a few days ago. You refused, expecting to be left alone, and now you were the sacrifice.
"I t-told you, I- I only kill those who deserve it."
"Everyone deserves it, Y/N. Especially traitors." Hidan traced the blade over your exposed abdomen, goosebumps dotting your skin and you were ashamed to admit that it made you feel... something.
"So, you're just g-going to kill m-me?"
"Don't be sad. You'll make a fine fucking sacrifice for Jashin."
"Please, Hidan, give m-me another c-chance." Tears pooled at your eyes. Death was not on your list, not now, and especially not at his hands.
"You know we don't give second chances." The blade was now between your tits, the tip slowly poking into your skin. Crimson droplets seeped from the fresh wound. It stung like a bitch, and it made you whimper, but the heat in your cunt signalled your arousal.
"You d-don't, but Jashin does." You whispered, and Hidan was completely taken aback.
"Excuse you?"
"Every t-time you failed to kill someone, hengave you another c-chance." You spat at him. "What m-makes you think he won't g-give me one?"
Confused wouldn't even begin to describe what he felt. Hidan blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the question before he dropped the kunai and left without a word.
You didn't know exactly how much time passed since he left. By this point you couldn't feel your fingers and the room began to spin, head dizzy from exhaustion. The door swung open and you shot your head up, startled by the sudden intrusion. Hidan walked in with a terrifying look on his face and bent down to grab the blade. He slashed the first rope and your hand fell limp by your hip.
"You're lucky he's a benevolent god." He slashed the second rope and your knees hit the cold, hard floor. Fear, happiness and anxiety coiled in your stomach, surprised that you have, indeed, been given a second chance.
"You talked to him?" You shook your wrists to get the blood flowing, eyes finding his.
"Yes, and surprisingly he likes you. Says you have potential." His voice went up an octave when uttering the last word in what seemed to be sarcasm.
Still on the floor, you arched a brow. "Do you doubt his judgement?" You suspected it was a mistake to ask that question, because in a split second Hidan yanked your hair and pulled your head back to look at him upside-down.
"I'll die before I doubt the good lord. Who I doubt is you." He pierced your soul with his sangria eyes, chills running down your spine, stopping in-between your thighs. You hated the effect he had over you, you hated that he was so oblivious to your hints, only focused on Jashin. Always Jashin.
Granted, Jashin did offer Hidan immortality, which was something you could only dream of. You were a pathetic civilian with a knack for medical jutsu, but never properly trained. He was a full-fledged shinobi who could snap your neck like a twig if he wanted to. And he wanted to.
But, the word of Jashin was law for Hidan. As much as he wanted to sacrifice you to his beloved god, he had to refrain himself, fearing punishment for his sins. And as much as he hated to admit it, you shared and valued the same goals of Jashinism — to a certain extent. You were down to slaughter people, but only those who deserved it, and apparently to Jashin that was enough. But not to Hidan. Never to Hidan.
"Jashin says I have potential, it's not up to you to talk back." You mustered up some courage after your wounds healed. That medical jutsu thing you practised for self-healing really came in handy when Hidan had violent outbursts and Kakuzu wasn't there to put him in his place. Shame you didn't know how to use it to heal others.
"Listen here, you little bitch, just because you've been pardoned now doesn't mean I'll hesitate to stab your tits when you disobey the lord." He let go of your hair and you leaned forward, palms on the floor to stop you from falling. "Besides, you're gonna have to prove yourself. Again."
You knew exactly what he meant. You had to kill. And Hidan wasn't one to let you off the hook — you'd have to kill someone innocent, and the idea of performing such a sacrifice made your stomach churn, it made you want to throw up, because you knew you'd enjoy it. Murdering someone deserving felt like a chore, like something natural. But the thought of killing someone undeserving made your heart flutter, your cunt burn and your head hazy with a high so addictive, no drug in the world could compare to it.
"Don't make me kill someone, please."
"Oh, spare me of your holier-than-thou bullshit. You either kill or be killed, Y/N. Now let's get to fucking work." Hidan bruised your arm in the process of 'helping' you up, unaware of the pleasant surprise that lurked within you. Because if he knew the real you, he'd probably question his own sanity — and that's something he'd never done. The real you was obscene, twisted and demented, long before you discovered Jashinism, but you tried to bury that part of you deep down. You seemingly succeeded, focusing your bloodlust on anarchy and overthrowing the Tsuchikage with a group of punk teenagers from your village, Iwagakure.
Until you met Hidan.
"I really don't want to do this." You pleaded with the silver-haired man, hands trembling and eyes watery.
"Kill him, Y/N." Hidan rolled his eyes, the blades of his scythe pressing into your back as you pressed your kunai into the victim's neck. "Kill him or I kill you."
"Alright, alright, I'll do it. But give me some space."
"Tch, pretentious bitch." He stepped aside, watching you carefully.
"More space." You demanded and he took another step back with an impatient look on his face.
"There's only one exit to this cave. If you think, for a fucking second, that you walk out of here alive you're wrong. Unless you kill him." Hidan licked his lips. "Jashin demands a sacrifice. Now."
You looked down at the symbol drawn with the victim's blood, then back at the man in front of you. His eyes were wide open and filled with tears, arms chained to then wall of the cave. He frantically shook his head, saliva dripping from his gag as he prayed for salvation.
"I'm so sorry." You spoke — not sorry for the victim, but for yourself and what you'd become after this day. Slender fingers lifted his chin upwards and with one swift movement, you slit open the skin, blood gushing out, spraying your face, neck and cleavage. "Fuck..." You moaned, the hot crimson liquid dripping down your chin.
"See, it wasn't so bad." Hidan elbowed you but you didn't move, instead, you gripped the blade handle tightly and drove it into the victim's abdomen, more blood spluttering on you when you removed it. "Oh, you want more?" The rogue shinobi quirked a brow, content with your choice. Adrenaline and arousal rushed through your veins and you dropped the kunai, the clanging echoing in the cave.
"Hidan..." You trailed off, tentatively unzipping your black cloak. "I want you to fuck me."
The silver-haired man watched you smear the blood over your exposed tits, his cock twitching in his pants. Finally, he realised just how beautiful you truly were, the pure ecstasy on your face igniting a flame in his core.
"Here?" He asked, somewhat surprised by your request.
"Yes, please." You turned around to face him, and the look on his face told you just how impressed he was.
"Now aren't you just so full of surprises? And here I thought you were just some goodie two-shoes who refused to harm people." Hidan removed his Akatsuki cloak, letting it fall to the ground, allowing you to see just how hard he was. You bit on your lower lip, the metallic taste was pure bliss in your mouth. "You filthy, disgusting whore." He sneered, his lips crushing yours in a shameful, euphoric kiss. The moment his tongue touched the blood in your mouth, his skin began to darken, his body linking with the victim's, meaning he hasn't died yet.
"Isn't he going to feel everything?" You pulled back from the kiss, but your voice wasn't in any way concerned about the man chained to the wall.
"Oh, he's going to feel it, alright." Hidan laughed, his hand pushing your head as you lowered yourself down your knees. Fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants and you pulled down both of the layers, his cock slapping your face. "Suck."
You obediently parted your lips, taking the velvety tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around it before you moved to his shaft. Hidan threw his head back, his fingers tangling in your hair as you bobbed your head back and forth, your moans music to his ears. The gurgling sounds coming from the victim told you that he, indeed, felt everything Hidan felt and your twisted mind enjoyed it so fucking much. You picked up the pace, earning grunts and growls from the rogue shinobi before he held your head in place, stuffing your mouth and throat with his thick cock until you dug your fingers in his thigh, desperately trying to breathe.
"Jashin was right to give you a second chance." Hidan released you and you gasped for air. "You're his gift for me."
The blood on your body dried out, but you were just as beautiful. You leaned on your back, spreading your legs for him. It was a smart decision not to wear anything underneath your cloak. The silver-haired man kneeled between your thighs, his hands bruising your skin with rough touches before he found your dripping cunt.
"Shit, Y/N, you're soaking wet." He shoved two fingers between your folds, curling them upwards. You squirmed and moaned, desperate for something bigger.
"S-skip the foreplay and fuck m-me!" You begged but Hidan wasn't one to listen. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, enjoying the way you thrashed and moaned his name, enjoying the way you arched your back with every movement.
"You're so beautiful." He confessed and you were caught off guard. It was the first time he ever said something nice to you, let alone compliment you. "You really are a sight for sore fucking eyes." Hidan removed his fingers but before you could say anything, he shoved them in your mouth. "Don't you taste like a needy slut?"
You nodded with lidded eyes, cheeks hollowed as you sucked the slick off of fingers. Hidan hovered over you, his cock grazing over your slit and aching clit, then kissed you with so much force and passion you almost couldn't breathe.
"Fuck, you taste good." He grabbed his shaft and pushed the tip painstakingly slowly between your folds. Oh, he was so much bigger than you expected, but you quickly got accustomed to his girth, mouth agape and eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"Shit- Hidan!" You bucked your hips, legs wrapping around his waist as he wrapped his calloused fingertips around your neck.
"Jashin damn it, you are so tight. You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"
You shook your head, fingernails digging into his back and the victim gurgled again. Hidan released the grip from your neck, instead holding you by the hips and frenziedly pulling you onto his cock. It was sinful, degrading and demented, and his brutal, animalistic thrusts only turned you on more. The sound of skin against skin, growls and moans echoed in the cave, and soon enough Hidan's bone-like markings faded. You didn't care, he was still buried into your cunt, but the thrill of having your pussy obliterated next to a dying man dissipated, replaced by the pure lust Hidan radiated.
"Fuck, I'm-"
"No, you're not. Not until I fucking allow it." The silver-haired man pulled out and you cried, literal tears pooling at your eyes as you were on the brink of an orgasm. "You've been a bad, bad, girl, denying Jashin, denying slaughter, denying me." He gave your cunt a firm slap which vibrated through your entire body, ending with a whimper.
"Y-you have n-no idea how m-much I want you, Hidan." You squeezed your thighs together for a crumb or friction, but he forcefully pushed your knees to the sides.
"Then you should listen. See what a good job you've done today?" He tilted his head to the chained corpse.
"You d-don't understand... I've g-got an insatiable bloodlust." You admitted, but you knew he'd only be more intrigued.
"That's exactly why you've been drawn to Jashinism." Hidan flipped you over, and you were down on all fours. He pushed his cock back in you with one deep thrust, earning another moan out of you. "Embrace it, Y/N. You and I can do great things together, for him."
"But it's wrong." You whispered and you could feel his arm slithering around your neck, pulling you closer to him.
"And who told you that? Society? Your parents? Nah, I'll be your daddy from now on." His fat cock brushed against your cervix, your silken walls clenching around it as he fucked you harder. "You wanna come, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Yes, what?" Hidan tightened the grip, your back against his chest.
"Yes, daddy! Please, I want it, I want it!" You whimpered.
"And are you going to give Jashin everything he wants?"
It was decided — Hidan stripped you of any speck of humanity or rationality you had left in you. You loved him, after all, and he loved Jashin.
"Yes, I will! Jashin can have anything he wants as long as I have you."
"Good girl." He kissed your head before releasing your neck, hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. "Nowyou can come."
Your cunt was aching for release, and you mustered enough strength to rub your clit in messy, circular motions. Soon enough, you felt it coming — the rush of adrenaline as Hidan fucked into you, fingers pinching your sore nipples. You came on his cock with a soft moan and with one final, violent thrust he fills you up, cum dripping from your sloppy cunt as he pulls out. You rolled on your back, propping yourself on your elbows and Hidan froze, the sight of your used and abused pussy hypnotising him.
"Like what you see?" You grinned, fingers tentatively grazing over your slit, dipping between your folds before you brought them to your mouth to taste his seed.
"Shit, I think I'm in love." His sangria eyes bore into yours and your heart fluttered. You knew he was an asshole, and he probably only said it in the heat of the moment, but you were satisfied with what you got.
"What about him?"
"Meh, Kakuzu will take care of the mess. I wanna take a fucking bath." Hidan picked his red and black cloak up from the floor before getting up. "And I'm starving."
You pursed your lips and lowered your gaze. So much for being in love with you.
"You coming to the hot springs?"
"Me?"
"As much as I adore seeing you covered in blood, that shit's dry and crusty." He threw you your cloak.
"You wanna take a bath... with me?"
"Yes? The fuck are you acting so surprised? I just said I'm in love with you but you're surprised I wanna take a bath with you?"
"You know what, stop talking." You rolled your eyes and got up.
