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Mngghsggfffh kabal…🤤
Sorry for so many Kabal requests,..,.,
Can u write Kabal with a very innocent/sensitive reader where he comes home bloodied and they see it? Take ur time !!<3
awwwwee , dw abt too many kabal requests i really enjoy them !!! this was a lil longer than intended and honestly kinda angsty??? but here u go lol
Honestly, your boyfriend could be scary. From the way he would always pick random fights, down to anything he'd do for money alongside his buddy Kano. It didn't make sense to anyone how you even came to fall in love with him, you hated fights.
But nights like these always mattered, they always meant something.
Nights when Kabal came home, dried blood covering nearly every part of his body, as he tossed his blades to the sides causing them to 'clink' on the ground beside you— you were unsure what blood was his. He'd approach you— he stinks, but you didn't care that much— he ripped off his mask, an earlier bleeding nose now dry. He wants to hug you, but he's wary— until you open your arms for him, for him to just jump into you.
He wraps his arms securely around you, mumbling something about 'missin' you' before his head lowers to your chest, hands grabbing at your back— it didn't matter if he was cut, shot, or even dying— he wanted to stick his dick inside of you, it didn't matter where. He groaned into you, using his other hand to squish any part of your breast against his face, before he pulled away—
"Can I kiss you?—"
You blink for a few seconds, deciding between pleasing your boyfriend or having blood on you for the first time— Kabal's hands tap on your hip, "The blood on my face is mine— if that's what yer' worried about." he mumbles, moving a bit closer.
"All of it?— You, you lost a lot of blood—" he sees the way your eyes tear up, probably envisioning what type of fight he got into this time.
His hands go to your face next, carefully placing his lips on yours— hoping, praying, that you don't pull away, that you accept everything that comes with dating him.
You do. You reciprocate the kiss, the taste of blood lingering on your tongue, it tasted like iron, but underneath that you tasted him. Your boyfriend.
He groans for a moment before deepening the kiss, his tongue entering your mouth as he uses his hands to grab onto the couch, nearly tearing the fabric— he always had a hard time relaxing himself.
You pull away from the kiss when he made a sound of pain, your face worried— "Busted my lip." he laughed out, hand pointing to his lip, the wound open. You place your hands on his cheeks, a pout on your lips, "Did you fight with anyone I know?", Kabal blinks a few times before nodding.
"Who?"
"Erron Black—" he says, his voice a bit muffled due to you mushing his cheeks. You sigh for a second, leaning back on the couch, legs spreading to allow your boyfriend to move closer.
"Here, use me. You can take it all out on me." you internally curse yourself for saying that because you know— Kabal will probably overwork you and himself.
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A shift from the stone makes your heart drop into your stomach. You slip for a second before jerking your weight backwards in panic, and off of the ledge back onto the flat roof. Fuck fuck fuck. Did you just fucking break the most-likely hundred year old stone sculpture? Your eyes are clenched shut, waiting for the dreaded sound of stone hitting the concrete stories below you. But after a couple moments of nothing happening, you nervously crack an eye open.
The Gargoyle is fine. In fact, it's in perfect condition. The only thing is- it had moved. It had turned around in a complete 180, facing you on the roof. It looks exactly as it did before, just, rotated.
"That's… strange." You breathe. Man, you must be drunk, or drugged or something because you could have sworn-
"What's strange?" The Gargoyle asks. His stone wings twitch as he smiles at you, face full of confusion.
You shriek.
Kung Lao: *smiles making his dimples show*
Me: I will suck you off I swear to god.
Erron Black X Reader |Pt.3
Previous: A Familiar Sense
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Pt. 3 | The Big Bad Wolf
His dark, espresso-colored eyes lazily fell over the captive female, eyeing the silent, somber woman as she sat across him.
She was still bound and helpless, her face set blank as she slept, yet again escaping reality through her slumbering moments.
‘She’s out again,’ He thought to himself, emitting a low blow of air that flew up to the flat under-piece of his hat. By then he’d quickly caught on to her ingenious, little plan, taking it in with growing exasperation,
“ Nearnin' three days and not a bite,” he told himself before standing, rolling his shoulders with a low, little groan escaping him before he strode over to her.
He knew that if she kept up with her act, she’d starve before they made their way to their destination, something that would definitely reduce his pay, bringing the number down to zero if she so happened to perish while under his watch.
‘That has to be your plan...right?’ He mused while he stepped towards her slumped form, quickly reaching over to where she was, soon looming over her just as a shaken breath left her.
It was as though a cold gust of wind had violently struck her, but he knew her reaction had nothing to do with the weather.
It was still sunny out, the last bit of heat the day could provide slowly dying out, but not enough to bring anyone to such violent shivers.
‘Sunny... Well as sunny as it can get in this godforsaken place,’ He told himself, looking up to see the blinding brightness of Outworld’s star spread its last bit of light out to the realm before it retired.
'Pretty soon we'll see sundown,' He thought to himself, '...And I can't help but wonder...Just what are you're thinking of little miss...’ He wondered while bringing his eyes back down to his sleeping captive, his gaze instinctively drawn to her.
He’d formally wasted what felt like short minutes gazing at her, when in reality they were hours of silent entrancement.
It had occurred earlier too, soon after her messy outburst, following his discovery of her lovely orbs.
Even after he'd been cautious, moreso, unwilling to fall under any little spell she would have set for him, he still found himself entranced by her.
However, he reasoned that technically, it was part of his assignment.
So silently, he sat back and watched, interested in just what lay deep within the crevices of her mind, haunting her.
‘Just what does she see?’
He briefly wondered just what had her so shaken and helpless, however, the interest was easily overrun by the annoyance he felt at the small act of rebellion, because all it did was make his job harder.
- All it did was threaten his pay, and that was what it was all about.
The pay.
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“- Not a scratch on her,” The masked man said with an icy undertone present in his already curt way of speaking. “Do you hear me?” He pressed on.
With rolling eyes, Black agreed, not needing to be told twice about the done deal, because by then, it’d become almost insulting.
"- Got it." He replied back nonetheless, his tone calmed as he wiled out all of his annoyance from the short response.
“That is the only rule I have; that you bring her to me in one piece.” The cloaked male added while handing the brunette a sack of golden coins along with many other little treasures in the bag, none of which could outweigh the value of the woman within the mysterious man’s sharp eyes.
“Here. This is only a small portion of what is to come,” His new employer said with a nod full of certainty, promising so much more in exchange for the job.
“Riches await you, So long as you complete your task.” He added while he blew out a little huff of amusement, well aware of who he spoke to, having personally asked for him, because until then Erron Black hadn't had a single blunder to his name.
He knew the language the native Earthrealmer spoke, aware that so long as there was profit, there was a way to convince him.
And that was just who he needed,
- A man willing to spare no expense if it meant success.
Holding the bag within his own hand, Erron stared down at the handsome pay with widely peeled dark orbs, struck by a small stun of disbelief,
“You mean to tell me there’s more than this?” He asked with a small chuckle, tickled by the high pay he started off with, weighing the contents with his outstretched hand.
‘All this for a woman,’ Black thought while shaking his head, amused at how much the man before him was willing to pour into his hands just to have the female delivered to him.
Black was of course, a man; one who’d lived a long life.
During all his time living, he’d become aware of just how much a single woman could reign over a fool, but even then he was still in awe at the situation he was in.
But who was he to complain?
‘I’d be a bigger fool to let you take your business elsewhere,’ He thought while he chose to stay silent, swallowing down his own opinions.
“There is plenty more, but remember Erron Black, your pay will depend on the state you deliver her to me.
Take care of her throughout your travel, and make certain she is steered from danger,” He specified while he lifted his chin up, aiming to the sky as he gazed at it.
Simultaneously, while his sight properly aligned up to the heavy clouds, the sky above them roared with a mighty cry, the vicious sound echoing for miles to where the man hoped it'd reach his darling beauty.
'Hear the sky cry out; be aware of my existence as I am yours,' He thought to himself.
“Do whatever it takes, and do not fail me,” he then went on, his already dark eyes dimmed, “ And If you have to get rid of anyone that blocks your path, then do so,” He added, caring of only the end goal.
All he cared about was having (f/n) with him.
“Soon... Soon the spring will be invaded by the rain, and they will exist as they should. " he declared.
" Together, as one.” He added softly, the mask which hid his face not only hiding his identity, but the small smile that played at his lips as well.
The expression was touched by a linger of sweetness that then reached his eyes, infecting every bit of his being.
“My dear goddess… soon she will be within my arms,” He mused aloud, the change in tone apparent.
“Only you are worthy…” He added lowly, still referring to the woman and all her splendor.
“- Very well,” Black murmured while taking hold of the brim of his hat, lightly tipping it as he performed a single nod, a hidden smirk curling his lips as he agreed with the condition, taking in all of the other man’s odd behavior with astounded amusement that had yet to cease.
‘All this… All this for a woman,’ Erron thought to himself while he was also handed a scroll that gave him all of the information available.
‘It’s easy pay,’ He mused while his dark eyes scanned over the illustration of the woman, making sure to remember it down to the last detail.
With his small, personal booklet in hand, he recorded down every bit of information he had of her, including her location.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the precise location, but it narrowed down the search considerably.
‘ (F/n)’ He thought to himself while he scribbled the name onto the once blank page,‘ That’s your name little missy..,’ He thought to himself while he found himself staring down at the dark ink delicately painted onto the paper in hand.
“I’ll get back to you soon,” Black said before he whistled loudly, the call responded to by his snow-haired steed as it approached the two men with an assertive bray, letting his master know he was at his disposition.
“Good boy,” Erron said while his palm fell over the side of its long, strong neck before easily mounting the creature with a leap up,
“ And don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” He repeated while taking the reins of the saddle, turning to his employer with a wide grin, “ Very soon...with your goddess,” he added with a tickle of amusement, shaking his head at the praising address.
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“Hey...You,” Erron said while lightly tapping the side of his boot onto her leg, repeatedly doing so until the action caused her to stir, the (h/c) haired young woman seemingly bothered by the disturbance, but not enough to immediately wake.
Instead, A fussy, little groan then fell past her, the small sound rousing a grin from him as he detected the annoyance weaved within it,
“Rise and shine Darlin',’' He said while nudging her again.
Her dark lashes slowly fluttered up as she opened her (e/c) colored orbs. Soon, her glazed eyes slowly found his as she looked up to see who woke her, a little pout then performed right as her sights landed on him.
“-Glad you’re awake,” He said flatly, eyeing her shining (e/c) colored eyes for just a moment before his own strayed, falling down to what he had in hand instead.
“I’ve noticed a certain someone hasn’t been eating,” he started, “so... here," he said while shoving the piece of meat over to her, immediately glaring at her as she turned her head, her lips pursed together as she showed her notable disdain, not even wanting to give any consideration to the offer.
‘After being kidnapped by him…
Tied up so uncomfortably...
Forced to be so close to him…On that damn saddle too!’
She thought with a little huff, the muscles in between her legs involuntarily squeezing, causing the soreness that previously settled onto her to become more prominent.
‘After seeing only just part of who you truly are… I wouldn’t dare take anything from you,’ She thought with hard resolve.
‘Because despite what you think…
Despite what you may find amusing…
I’ll make sure to find my freedom.
I’ll make sure that even if I don't get to escape… I’ll ruin every bit of satisfaction you can get from delivering me!’
There wasn’t anything she could do while being tied up, and she despised the fact.
‘I hate you! I really hate you!’ She repeated while yet again her muscles strained, ‘And I don’t want to get on that horse again!’ She added while biting her inner cheek, not thinking she'd ever get used to it.
They’d spent nearly two days on foot, and in her opinion, it was much better than the other form of transportation.
‘I’d rather walk,’ She thought with a low blow of breath being released, deciding that it was much better than the humiliation he put her through during the first time.
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“There you go!” he mused, watching her glare at him as he perfectly sat her on his horse’s back, having let loose of the binds on her legs to do so, but not giving the same treatment to the ones binding her hands together.
He played it safe by altering the position of her arms, tying her wrists up in front rather than back for the ride.
“Come on, lighten up doll,” He told her, reaching up to give her thigh encouraging little pats, the little contact causing her to jump at the first tap.
“It’s much better than walking,” He assured her, knowing she was already dog tired.
Soon after, an actual shiver then ran through her as he mounted the creature himself, sitting right behind her, his arms draped over her bound ones to take the reins.
“Don’t wanna chew gravel, right?” He asked her, his strong arms at each side of her, holding her still,
“- So just stay still...no squirmin," He advised her.
Momentarily, her eyes fell down to the dirt ground, swallowing hard as she realized that if she did struggle against him, she’d only end up hurt.
‘He's right...I’m so high off the ground…’ She thought while hanging her head, her chin aimed to her chest with hopelessness.
Anxiously, she tried to squeeze herself tiny, not wanting any contact with him. Little by little, she tried to inch forward, her torso leaned ahead to try an attempt at even the slightest bit of distance, failing altogether as he took the opportunity to press his chest to her back each and every time, knowingly irking her.
‘I don’t want to be pressed to you,’ She inwardly cried, straightening her back from the uncomfortable slouch she had set it at.
‘The very idea disgusts me…’ She added while the warmth of his body was shared with her via the contact.
‘And the action itself...’ She went on, trailing off while her stomach churned, her heart set into anxious mode as she slowly caved.
By then the air began to mellow down and grow colder, the woman begrudgingly appreciating the comfort of his heat whilst the wind began to pick up, and the sky began to darken furthermore.
She tried to not think much of it, wanting to put every bit of memory she had of him down a deep, dark abyss to never think of him again, but finding it nearly impossible.
‘I detest this more than anything in the world…’ She thought while her vision began to blur, her stiff shoulders falling as she was lulled to sleep, the slow, careful beating of his heart which bounced off his chest and melted with hers providing a strange sense of comfort that overwhelmed her.
The rest of the travel was silent, save for the occasional soft hums he released out of sheer boredom, something that was normal during his travels.
What he did find surprising was that throughout the ride, she'd let out not a peep.
'I guess they're not all bad then,' He told himself, beginning to think that perhaps she had a nice dream every now and then.
' Or don't tell me…. ' he then thought while grinning, a stupid little thought coming to him and livening him up,
'Darlin'...have you taken a liking to me already?' He mused with a powerful grin, the thought so far stretched, it was almost comical.
'The second you realize what you're doing… I know it'll give you all the more reason to want to kill me,' he went on, by then having the sleeping woman leaned back to him, for the most part, cradled by him as he made sure she was safely secured within his grasp.
"And here I thought you hated me," he said whilst he came down to her little ear, certain that it'd be an action that would bring her back to reality.
-And he was right on the money because not a second after she stirred.
She had awoke to the sound of warm chuckles and what was the unmistakable touch of gloved hands grazing her forearms with slow strokes.
Groggily, she answered back, emitting a soft groan in response that was preceded by yet another sound of amusement by him,
“I see...” She heard the awful man speak, “Taken a liking to me already sweetheart?” He asked her, her tingling spine shooting up stiffly straight as over the course of her entire body, cold shudders raked her.
The events afterward happened in a blur, perhaps because she tried hard to forget it, that, or her mind was so frazzled by him that she could barely focus.
It was all fuzzy to her, but through it all, she could hear him chuckle, the deep, warm sound twisting her already knotted stomach as she tried to sleep yet again, attempting to ignore him after he had the nerve to sit her back down and tie her up again, moving her around like a little sack of potatoes.
‘ Just one,' she decided with certainty, biting her lip, convincing herself that she just needed the chance, whatever slim it may be, to slip away.
‘ And then I can go back home.
I can make my way back…
And I can wait for you there,’ she thought while for just a moment her mind drifted back to the hazy vision of the woman.
‘ I’ll wait for you there,’ she said again, ‘ because I know deep in my heart that you'll make your way to me.’
Sure he'd been able to catch her easy, but she wasn't going to let him win in the long run.
She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, and what was much more, she'd make certain she'd get away.
'I need to get away from him.
Far ...Far away from him.'
"hm...What a rude, little lady," he said lowly, taking the piece meant for her in between his own teeth, taking a bite as he watched her, studying her and every twitch of her face as an array of emotions broke through.
It wasn't like he had anything else to do but watch her anyways, so entertained, he watched her display her truths.
She went from stubborn bitterness to a hard resolve, slowly but surely melting in a softhearted expression that was touched by sadness before she came back full circle, her lips pursed as she willed herself into the same bullheadedness.
'I won't take it…' she thought to herself, ' I don't want to…' she went on, trying to convince herself, 'but…' she thought while she swallowed hard, trying to brush away the empty feeling she felt, and what was much more, the desire she had to sink her teeth into the savory, smoky scented piece.
Her pressed lips then loosened in the slightest, the bottom one lightly sinking into her mouth as she continued to watch him, (e/c) colored eyes trained on his chewing mouth.
Longing invaded the lovely shine of eyes as she watched him, but stubbornly, she continued to deny him the satisfaction, not wanting to give the man any more reason to reign over her.
However, despite all the effort she made to seem collected, her stomach rumbled, the sound immediately drawing his eyes to her pathetic, little figure.
Catching the little twinkle in his eye she swallowed down fiercely.
Instantly her face grew warm, color blossoming over her cheeks from being so easily put to shame, all by her own roaring tummy.
“ Stubborn too.” He added with amusement, eyeing the warm color sitting on her shamed face.
‘I see… so that really was your plan,’ He mused, watching her determination slowly crack. ’Good to know,’
It'd been a hunch, but now he was convinced she purposely starved herself, be it for the reason he’d assumed or not, that was her intention, and now he was certain.
Seeing his notable enjoyment at her dismay, she tightened her teeth together, glaring at him viciously, still willing to keep up her front despite her humiliation, which always came at his hands,
“ I'll die before you get me there!” she said through gritted teeth, her words filled with malice as all the while, her face showed the same evident embarrassment that had yet to leave her even while she desperately tried to fight it.
‘ I swear… I swear I’ll find my way home,’
“You won't get a single coin for me! Not One!” She taunted him, snorting, picking at the mercenary like a madman poking a sleeping bear,
‘Because I know well enough that whoever paid you to take me wants me unscathed,’ She thought with assurance.
‘So you can either let me go….Or let me die,’ She went on, the latter being a path she didn’t want to take.
‘I don’t want to die…’ She thought to herself, pained at the thought, her heart aching, ‘ I don’t want to meet an end where I feel such incompletion, but...but if I were to continue to live, What would be my fate?’ She wondered, afraid of all of the horrible things she could be subjugated to.
‘What awaits at the end of this journey?’ She wondered helplessly.
‘Who...Who awaits me?’
“Oh really?” He said amused. “You think so?” He asked her, continuing to eat, unbothered by her threats, interested in provoking her in order to see just how far she’d really go, because he hadn’t known she could bark so much.
He thought she was meek.
He figured she was easy to break, but he was slowly being proven wrong.
At the sound of his entertained tone, she strained against the tight ropes, “I know so !” She answered back, roaring at him with a voice that held a dangerous firmness within it,
“I don't know who paid you to do this…” she started, in her own mind trying her damn best to figure out just who in the world wanted her so bad that they'd pay some armed mercenary to whisk her away.
"But they won't give you anything seeing me dead!" She cried out, her arms still attempting to pull away from each other, wiggling on her seat on the floor, attempting to do the same with the restraint on her legs.
“I’m starting to see that you’re really stubborn,” he muttered, watching her waste her energy, seeing her waste the lovely, flickering flame that had him entertained.
“You’re barkin’ at a Knott. Wiggling so much won’t get you anywhere, so all in all, I’d say that once we get there, you’d just wasted that breath of yours,” He informed her, watching her continue to shift with the knowledge that she’d stay bound regardless of what she did.
'Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!'
Fuming, she stopped squirming, refusing to answer him back, instead looking up at the sky, her nose turning up to it as she inclined her head back to gaze at it fully.
Up there in the sky….
‘ Does anyone see me?’ She wondered. ‘Can anyone save me?’ She continued to ponder, wishing that somehow the ropes that bound her became unwoven, somehow unthreading.
(F/n) continued on, ignoring him instead as her thoughts strayed up to the sky with a yearning gaze, sadness dancing with the little shining specs in her (e/c) colored orbs.
‘If you know I need you…
If you know where I am…
If you come to me in my hours of sleep…
Then why don’t you save me from this nightmare? From this horrible isolation and sorrow?
Why don’t you show yourself?
Why have you abandoned me?’
Hearing no reply back, Erron took a step closer, staring down at her from his upturned chin, glaring down at her with an irked twitch to his brow.
“So...After all that, you're ignoring me again?” He asked her, approaching her again and crossing his thick arms above his chest.
He saw her jaw move, tensing up and tightening as she kept her eyes up to the dark sky, seeming to grow more and more annoyed by his presence, and nearing an approach to yet another explosion of hers.
He knelt down to her, his eyes fixed on her, staring at the woman dead on yet, still being ignored by her as she continued to reside in her thoughts instead, choosing to do away with his presence the only way she could.
“Really now?” he said with a low sigh,” After all that bark you plan on giving me the cold shoulder ?” He asked her, receiving a cold, desolate silence in return, irking him, the woman easily crawling under his skin with her little act.
'Stubborn little brat…' he thought while huffing.
“...I’ve said all I need to say to you,” She said lowly, still not bothering to look towards him, instead, gazing up at the air, the dark, night sky soon in her line of vision,
“...You rotten man,” She added with a clenched jaw.
"Alrighty then,” he said with a nod, “That's just fine,” he told her, shrugging disinterestedly. “Fine by me if you keep your mouth shut,” He retorted, “But you know… I can't have you starved,” he informed her.
“ Dying on me…” he added nonchalantly.
“So eat,” He told her, receiving a brisk and snarky No in return.
“ It’s not good for my business, you know?” He told her, and as he spoke he could see a thick shiver run through her, rattling her as he put in his complaint.
“Bringing in a dead body won’t do me any good,” He added, almost as though him telling her about his little dilemma would convince her otherwise.
“Screw y-”
Not letting her finish, he caught her nose in between his two fingers both his thumb and index pressed on either side, squeezing tightly and cutting off her airflow.
At that, her eyes bugged, arms flailing to tear his hand away, but as she did, she was left with the same helplessness as the restraints which bound her didn't budge.
Being trapped, she couldn't really fight back, and the best she could do was shake her head, but even then, his grip was firm, causing tears to bubble in her eyes as the sting of his press and lack of oxygen overwhelmed her,
“Ah!”
It didn't take long for her to gasp, her mouth flying wide open, and with a quick hand, he shoved the last of his morsel in her mouth, offering her a satisfied grin while he succeeded.
She would have spit it out had it not tasted so heavenly, especially while she was starved.
He watched as she begrudgingly ate, satisfied with himself, "’atta girl," he muttered, making her scowl, her eyes once again glowing with a fierce fire.
“ If looks could kill,” he started,” by now I’d be dead, dead, dead,” he mused, “ right honey?” He asked her, making her scoff before she swallowed down the bit of food with a dried mouth,
‘ How dare he…
How dare this… this… rotten man toy so much with me!’ She thought with dismay, convinced that every thing he did was to bother her.
If it wasn’t bad enough that he’d caught her and had her at his mercy, he seemed to enjoy picking at her and making her suffer.
‘But then again…’ She mused while a sudden thought came to her as she saw an open window, ‘It's to my advantage…Right?’ She thought to herself, slowly finding her voice, her (e/c) colored eyes drawn to his boots, not daring to look up at him, knowing her eyes could betray her,
‘If he finds me to be so vulnerable…
If he thinks I’m so helpless… then wouldn’t that mean he sees no threat in me?
Wouldn't that mean that he doesn’t expect me to get the best of him?
Isn’t he too confident?... Enough for me to take my needed chance? ’ She wondered with hope.
‘I’m nowhere near as strong as he is...’ She thought with certainty, ‘But maybe I don’t have to be,’ She thought while momentarily bringing her eyes to the weapon strapped to his side.
‘Maybe I just have to be smarter,’ She added.
‘If I can get it away from him... and maybe even use it myself...’ She trailed off, biting her lower lip,
‘If he can get closer to me...and give me just a moment...’
“Can I...I have some water? ” She asked him softly, making him chuckle.
“ You have to be sweeter than that honey. After all that big talk I'm a little hesitant to get closer to you… Who knows right? “ He asked her. “For all I know you could try and bite me.
From that little devilish look in your eye, I can only assume you're on the shoot.” He told her, betting on the chances of her planning to escape.
“I’m parched,” She told him, which wasn’t too much of a lie because she actually was thirsty.
“ I haven't had anything to eat or drink,” She said to him, giving him large doe eyes, the sudden look of plea hitting him with surprise.
Again, her little stars were shot to him, causing his jaw to lock at the sight, remembering just what they did to him the last time, figuring she was making the same attempt,
'She's a damn witch,' He told himself, convinced she had some sort of magic to her as he reached towards his water canteen, unscrewing it as he approached her yet again.
He then kneeled to her, coming closer to her level while his right hand began to tilt the opened container just over her mouth, his left hand momentarily running his fingers over the soft skin of her chin, lifting it up with the tips of them to make sure she didn't spill anything.
"Open up," He murmured, his actions making her frown, the expression instantly washing over her as he leaned in.
"C-Can't you let me go?" She asked him, having expected him to untie the restraints to let her drink," I can drink on my own," she said softly, barely uttering the words, because as she spoke she knew she was being too hopeful and that he wouldn't take a bite to her bait.
- But she had to try.
She had to take every chance she could.
Adorning a little smirk, he chuckled, " I sure hope you don't take me as a fool darling," he said while watching her stiffen.
"Insincerity...It really isn't in you, is it?" He asked her, having noticed how little she could hide her true self.
"You want me to let you go, don't you?" He asked her, placing the canteen aside, moving it out of the way before he trailed his left hand down from her waist to her thigh, moving down even more to reach her ankles where he'd tied her up.
All the while she stared at him wide-eyed, watching him undo the knot that held her before he made his way to the other tie, both knees pressed to the ground as he placed himself before her, his arms fully around her figure.
" You know...All you had to do was ask," He told her, his grin present as he was pressed to her, momentarily working on the binds while she basked in his strangely warm, sweet scent of leather.
"If you'd just kindly asked me before...there'd be no need to try and fool me," He murmured, the thickness in his voice causing her to swallow down strongly.
"After all, I'm a sucker for pretty girls..." He informed her, her face blooming with color at the statement.
During then the tip of her nose was pressed onto his chest, breathing in his smell with tightly shut eyes,
'It's overwhelming,' She thought to herself, having already been surrounded by the scent while they'd rode on the hooved creature, but not having been encased by it as she was now.
It was inescapable and tantalizing.
Unlike before, now she was facing him, and it felt so much more intimate to be pressed together in such a manner,
'-But...wait...what...what's going on?' She wondered with confusion while the pit of her stomach warmed, a strange, yet sweet, and warm feeling spreading out to the rest of her body as it was surrounded by him.
" You think I'm the big bad wolf, don't you?" He asked her with a small hum, hearing her reply to him with a nearly soundless sigh, having nothing more to really respond with.
' No. I think you're awful...I know you are...' She thought to herself, trying to ignore the strange, and foreign feeling that washed over her.
'You're...You're the worst,' she reminded herself.
"But really... I'd only bite if you gave me a reason to...If you'd tempt me to..." He added while drawn so close she felt uncertain on whether or not he could actually feel the wild pace her heart ran with.
'You must know what you're doing to me...
Whatever it is you’re doing to me...You have to know...' She silently spoke, wanting to draw back from him, yet left stupidly stilled.
Unwillingly, a little, anxious whimper escaped her, causing his chest to rumble with yet another chuckle, the sound surrounding her, causing her skin to bump up, the woman becoming thoroughly flustered.
'You must be enjoying this...' She thought with perturbation. 'Toying with me like this... making me feel so helpless and small...I...I...Just why do I even feel like this to begin with?'
He suddenly stopped, his voice low, beneath his breath, sounding clear as day to her as she was at such a close range, daring to ask a question that needed no answer,
"Am I making you nervous?" He asked her, teasing her, causing the tension between them to thicken furthermore.
It had always there. The same thick, uncomforting feeling as the villain was pressed so close to her was always present, however, somehow, with just the single teasing utter, he'd made the air became almost unbreathable and suffocating.
'Is it just me? ' She wondered, suddenly feeling warmer, the feeling somehow similar to standing near a blazing fire.
She felt so nervous and small, her vulnerability making her feel delicate beneath the rugged man who she was growing certain remained unmoved.
" what do you want from me?" She then asked him, her chest heaved as she shook, wanting to know just what his plan was.
She was aware that he was dangerous.
She knew he wasn't there out of the kindness of his heart, and that the only reason their paths crossed was because of who he already was.
‘You’re someone who’s done awful things.
You’re someone who doesn’t care about anything but himself and what he can get back.‘
She knew it, and yet, within such a short time, the warmth of his body had already become familiar to her, melting over her sweetly, and leaving a mark that now responded at any form of closeness.
‘You’re not someone I should be comfortable with in any way...
So why is my body responding in this way? '
"Why me?" She asked him in search of a concrete answer.
Why her of all people?
" Someone just wants you that bad..." he replied, answering briskly.
"Who?" She asked him anxiously, all while pleading.
'Just who,' she thought with fright.
" Can't say," he answered back because truth be told, he had no idea.
He'd only ever met the man once and during then his voice was slightly muffled by the mask he'd worn. And if that wasn't enough, he'd also worn a long hood, hiding most of himself save for his dark gaze.
The almond-shaped eyes clicked in his mind, but not enough to give him certainty on just who it was.
" But we'll see when we get there," he told her.
"In the meantime-"
" Why don't you just let me go?" she interrupted him, questioning him in the same hushed tone of before, "You can let me go," she assured him, her glimmering eyes pleading as she inclined her head back, gazing up at him.
' If there is any good in you, please... please let me see it.
Please let it shine through.' She thought with growing faith. ‘ This feeling...give it reason.’ She went on, searching for a soft spot within his glaring dark stones, trying to weave through to a portion of his heart that held mercy.
"And why would I do that? What do I get in return?" He questioned her, scoffing at her plea, because she couldn't really believe it was just that easy, right?
Did she think she could give him puppy eyes and she'd be set?
His resolve then hardened even more as he looked down at her, challenging her, letting her understand that if she thought a look from her eyes was enough to bind him again, she was sorely mistaken.
It wasn't going to happen another time, because he was a strong man, one that wouldn't be caught off guard.
- One who would cave down to no little woman.
Just then the ropes fell, and in that instance of freedom her hands went up to his chest, intent on pushing back while he did the contrary, slowly falling onto her until she was left supported on her elbows.
' Do you understand..?' he mused while he was coming close to her, ' I'm In charge...and for now... I make the rules.
So don't think you have anything over me.
Don't think you can play me in any way. '
Her hand then moved to snake over to the side his gun was strapped to when he spoke, stopping her,
" Tell me Darlin', if we were to cut a deal....what would I get from you?" He asked her, the question making her eyes widen.
The featherlight hope within her grew, her eyes gleaming with the lovely look of trusting faith causing him to shake his head in disbelief. He was amused she really had so much optimism in her despite being trapped beneath him, and that all in all, she was stuck at the mercy of a man that made his living spilling red.
" Anything," she said nodding, starry-eyed and happy, "Anything you want," she breathed.
"Oh? And How much is that ?" He asked, interested, "How much can you give?" he asked her, "You might be able to buy your way out of this," he informed her, knowing there was no way in hell she could, but entertained by just what she'd give,
What did she think was valuable?
" I already told you, you can have anything you want!" She said desperately, not understanding why he pressed on so much.
Didn't he understand that anything was better than being sold off?
Didn't he get that all she wanted to do was make her way back home?
"Just let me go home and leave me be!" She exclaimed.
"So..." he started, dragging out the word with a little teasing grin, "You're willing to give me anything I ask for... You want to be free that bad?" He asked her, and with a furious nod, she agreed again.
"Please..." she airily murmured.
' I don't know what I've done...
What I've done wrong...
But if it gets me back home, I'll owe you my life.'
A miserable, little smile touched her face while her wet eyes looked up at him, holding onto the small string of hope he'd tossed at her.
"Well..." He started, idly running the fingers of his left hand beneath one eye to catch any escaping drops, the sweet touch giving her a soft form of comfort.
The hand so close to the weapon withdrew fully, moved to his kind hand, offering a lax hold to his wrist that assured him she was thankful and appreciative.
‘There is something in you then...something that is good,’ She began to think.
"Now that you mention it, there is just one thing," He said to her, continuing to smile, leering down even closer to her, the proximity causing her breath to hitch as he fully climbed over her, caging her down.
" I know there's one thing you could pay me with," he added. " Hell...I don't think you've shared it with anyone yet," he said chuckling, running the same hand's fingers down over her neck, falling to her chest to where his touch became nearly nonexistent, ghosting over the bosom until he went down to her ribcage.
All the while, his eyes were glued to her ripening face as it glowed and realization dawned onto her.
"Mind sharing it with me? "He asked her, his husky voice falling over her little, heated ear as he whispered the offer.
'Did it cross your mind?' He wondered, 'Or are you that innocently foolish?' He went on, interested to know what went through her mind.
During the entire time, he'd been just toying with her, but even then he felt a small twitch, growing excited as he caught a whiff of the sweet scent she carried around.
The smell that emitted from her (s/c) flesh was eerily similar to fresh wildflowers, and it was only really noticeable as he brushed his nose over her flesh, the little arousing aroma only just letting itself be known.
' I'm starting to see how you could make a man go stupid,' he thought to himself, recognizing that she was arousing from sight to scent.
"Not! Not that!" She cried out, literally shaking at his fingertips, the woman growing as delicate as a brittle leaf,
"Get...away..." she said with harsh pants, her voice trembling.
"But you said anything, right? " he said in a low murmur, reminding her of just what she had said, making her realize just how stupid she was.
' You thought you'd strike a chord in me and that I'd cave.
You really thought this world worked that way.'
"So convince me," he said whilst his lips grazed over her neck, the little contact tickling her, causing her to shiver.
A little sound that she'd never produced before set free from the confinement of her strongly heaved chest and soon after, A sweet, virginal moan struck him.
With a tight bite to his lip that slowly raked over the flesh, he then took a long breath through clenched teeth.
"No... no..." she shook her head, tears bubbling in her eyes as she wanted to pull back every promise she made, swallowing down the words of compromise she had given him because by then she had become thoroughly frightened.
" ...Off," she weakly begged, her hands which were still on his chest fisting his shirt before she resorted to pushing her balled hands toward his chest, feeble, shaken strikes bumping him.
'For just a moment...For just a measly second...I actually trusted you!' She thought with growing anger.
' You made me think that there was a shred of kindness in you when you're nothing but a sick...
Degenerate...
Awful...
Rotten man!'
The little quakes that had overcome her ceased, as she clenched her teeth tightly, barring them with a low snarl, "Get off of me now!" She demanded, her voice suddenly stern and certain, filling with spite.
Her right hand flew up to his face, her palm greeting his flesh with a vicious contact that echoed out, the quiet silence of the desert land interrupted by the clash.
His head moved with the force she used on him and blankly, he stared off to the side, feeling the bothersome sting left on his cheek after the well-deserved assault.
"You actually went and struck me..." he said slowly, his brown eyes glaring down at her, darkened down to near black as he watched her fierce features then melt, regret gleaming in her eyes as she realized just what she did.
His tongue slowly ran over his top lip, a heavy breath passing through his parted lips as he inhaled, sucking in a low breath.
His two hands then reached for her wrists, one pinning her left over her head with unkind force, the other lifting up her right hand back up to his face, forcing the offending hand to lay over the stinging spot it had struck.
Under her touch the spot was pulsing hot, throbbing with pain which overall left him impressed,
"I didn't think you'd actually go ahead..." he said chuckling, no true show of malice or rebuttal being reflected.
'Serve's me right, right?' He thought to himself cheekily.
" I Didn't take you to be so brash," he admitted to her, because despite the spikes of strength that glowed in her eyes, he hadn't figured she'd be brave enough to actually take a strike at him.
"Not with these hands," he added, continuing with the same amusement, feeling her shake, the little quake present even in her fingertips.
‘These little hands that were so sweet to patches of weeds, ‘ He thought to himself as he remembered how sweetly she interacted with her garden.
" Little miss sweet and innocent; Miss I wouldn't hurt a fly..." he jeered, "She has some poison in her, doesn't she?" he said while watching her, the said venom which had previously brewed not there, replaced with fear.
"It's a real shame..." he murmured, pressing his lips over her stinging palm, giving it a quick, playful peck that lingered.
' I know it hurts darling'...it hurts you more than it does me, doesn't it? ' He mused while his lips rested on her warm palm.
‘ I can only assume you detest violence. You loath it as much as you say you hate me.
Maybe because... To you, I am violence.
To you, I’m a complete nightmare. ’
There was so much shame in her eyes that she shut them close, not wanting to be ogled by the man that had already greedily drunk in their sight.
' It is such a shame...
A shame I can't touch you,' he thought with the same excitement.
' It’s A shame your nothing but an inexperienced girl at that,' he added with a shake to his head, his mind wandering to territory he knew shouldn't be threaded upon, but was unavoidable.
He dared her to stop him again, willing to take her command if she found her voice,
' Tell me no and I'll stop.
If you can...
If those pretty lips can form the words...I'll step back now,' He thought while in the end, she stayed silent, leaving his warm mouth stuck to her, not moving from the little spot it’d landed on.
Afterward, he let her limb fall, retreating and ultimately, leaving her little body to lay with haggard breathing that was difficult to ease.
It was then that her hands reached up to her risen chest, scrambling back further from him, wanting to run, but left a wobbling mess.
Her erratic heart was in desperate need of a steady hand to grasp it, and helplessly, she clutched her chest, her wide, teary eyes following the man, afraid of him, and yet, somehow excited.
It was all too much for her.
What was much worse, the present excitement she fizzled with had her in a poorer state, the woman wondering why her body had grown so hot, as well as questioning why the sight of him caused her chest to ache so much.
' I can't stay here... I just can't,' she told herself, watching as he seemed unaffected, the light of the fire being put out by the sand he gently kicked into it.
'I have to leave...' She told herself, letting the precious time slip past her fingers as she stayed motionless instead, watching him in quiet silence until he decided to pay her mind again.
As his eyes landed on her, she couldn't help but shrink furthermore, much more as he went to her, the bind in his hands yet again, having already given her enough time to enjoy being unbound.
'She didn't try anything,' He told himself, somewhat surprised. ‘She didn’t even move an inch,’ He observed.
" Time for some shut eyes darlin," he murmured lowly, suddenly seeming somber, all the traces of amusement he typically wore drained out, the overall sentiment having been vacant throughout the entire two hours of calm quietness.
Reaching towards her, he pulled her dangerously close to him as he carefully knotted the rope around her wrists and ankles, each twist done with slow carefulness, making certain it was secured, yet kind.
‘Since you’ve been good...I suppose I’ll be nice.’ He silently spoke to her as he finished up restraining her, doing so in a much more comfortable manner, leaving her arms before her rather than behind.
" We're heading out in the morning, just before the sunrise," he informed her while draping a small, woolen blanket over her, her little, balled body covered by it.
"So rest up..." he added while going back to his previous spot across her, keeping his eyes on her until he was sure she was out.
Again, the same small sounds of discomfort he'd become familiar with drew from her, making his lips press together firmly, his head shaking.
Inclining his head back, he then stared up at the stars, leisurely counting them until somewhere along the count he closed his eyes a final time, his eyelids grown to heavy to blink open.
‘A good night’s rest,’ He thought to himself. ‘That’s all I need.’
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Next Part: I Know I shouldn’t
Day 16- Headless horseman
Not the best plot line ever, but insanely cute!
Pairing: Erron black/F!reader (Romantic)
Warnings: mentioned animal death, ghosts.
Word count: 1107
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It was dark outside. Too dark. The moon had been clouded over, stars choosing to stay hidden from the horror below, leaving the town in total darkness. Almost everyone in the town of Sleepy hollow was smart enough to stay indoors and stay safe during a night like tonight. But you were the exception it seems.
As the veterinarian of the town, you had to attend an emergency for one of the farmers. His prized dairy cow went into labor, but had been calving for much too long. The baby needed to come out now or he'd lose them both. You had rushed over immediately, spending much of the afternoon and night delivering the calf. The mother survived but unfortunately, there was no saving the poor baby.
By the time you were sure that the mother was fine and everything had been resolved, it was much too late in the night.
"Please, stay for the night. It's the least we can do." You smile slightly at the farmer's wife, reaching out to shake her hand before remembering the blood that still remained, and choosing to nod in appreciation instead.
"Thank you very much for the offer, but I don't want to bother the two of you. My home isn't too far from here, I'll be fine." She clings to her husband's arm with a defeated sigh, and he sets a hand on top of her own to comfort her.
"It's too dangerous. The wolves will be out tonight. And in town Ichabod was claiming-" You almost roll your eyes.
"I'm aware of what he was claiming. Lord knows the man hasn't been in his right mind. I'll be fine. No ghost will slay me tonight, I promise you." The farmer shakes his head at your stubbornness, and says a polite goodbye to you as you finally leave.
The night was chilly, windy, and dark. But you wouldn't be swayed. There was no such thing as ghosts. There certainly wasn't some headless soldier that had come back from the beyond, and there wasn't any chance that he'd be after you if he was real. You were a simple person, in plain, blood spattered clothes- not unexpected for a person in your profession. You weren't out of the ordinary.
As you weave your way through the woods, a dark mass catches your eye.
There, in between the trees, was a horse, black as night and all alone. Strange. You whistle at the poor thing, content at the way its ears swing towards you. You smile, and trudge through the trees to approach it.
"Hello there, dear." You say to the animal as you round its side, noticing the saddle. It's neck sways in your direction, and it huffs at you through its nostrils.
"Are you lost?" You step closer, holding a hand out to touch its flank. It's body language changes for the worst for a split second, calming when you gently shush it. Your hand travels up its flank and to its neck, stroking languidly.
"Where's your rider, friend?" The horse huffs again, and it's ears swivel. A chill runs up your spine, but you ignore it, believing it to be from the cold.
"He's right here." A deep voice almost startles you, and the horse almost spooks as well. You don't turn around to see the man, instead choosing to claim the horse.
"She's a beautiful steed." You smile, finding a place by her ears that was a very good place to scratch. The horse almost melts into your hands. The man behind you hums in a surprised way, and you feel him come closer to you, reaching around you to pat her head, his face just out of view. Holy hell, was he tall.
"That she is. I know why we're out here, Stanger, but why are you in the woods all alone?" A little alarm bell rang in your head, but you ignored it, he seemed calm. You should be too.
" 'On my way back home. I'm a veterinarian, 'had to make a stop today." The man chuckles.
"Pretty, and smart too. You're quite a catch." You smile again, blushing,, and go to respond, but your hair stands on end at the noise of a growl to your right. The horse flinches out of your hand. The man behind you sets a hand on your waist just as the pack of wolves come into view. You curse under your breath, and the man's arm wraps fully around you, lifting you into his arms in a quick moment.
"Sorry miss, but I believe I'll be escorting you home today." You squeaked in response, head reeling as he quickly and very impressively mounts his horse with you in his arms, and as the horse rears into the air you finally get a glimpse of his face.
Or lack thereof.
As the man races off Into the night with wolves on his heels, all you can do is stare at his face. A carved jack-o-lantern sat upon his shoulders, barely hanging on as the horse runs faster. The World goes by in a blur, time slurring together as you stare. The headless horsemen had just rescued you from wolves. Ichabod wasn't a fool. And a ghost had been flirting with you.
By the time he loses the wolves, and he slows the horse, you have almost recovered from the shock.
"Where do you live, sweetheart?" The rumble of his chest has you blushing again, and you timidly tell him, eyes remaining on his "face" the entire time.
"Don't be so frightened. I'm not going to kill you." You hum nervously, and the horseman chuckles.
"What's your name?" You ask, a little out of nowhere.
"Erron. But I'm sure you know me as the headless horseman." You nod and Erron shakes his head.
"I didn't expect you to be so… friendly." You say weakly, sitting up a little and adjusting yourself in the saddle. He takes a hand off the reins and places it against your back to steady you.
"I guess I have a soft spot for pretty girls like you."
Before you know it, you're home. Erron hops off his horse, and helps you down by placing both hands on your waist and lifting you off. Once you have both feet steady on the ground, he takes your hand and holds it to the gaping hole that served as his mouth.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, sweetheart. I hope we'll meet again." You're blushing a little too much at the action, and lean up to kiss the cheek of his pumpkin head.
"I'm sure we will."
Day 12- Mummy
Ok ok I know it's super late but BEAR WITH ME. Not my favorite fic either but I'm getting the hang of it again
Pairing: Rain/F!reader (Romantic)
Warnings: maybe a little Non-con kissing, mentions of death.
Word count: 870
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The tomb was in great condition when you found it. It had never been found, never been intruded upon, never been disturbed. That being said, you were excited about the new discovery, but beyond nervous about what could come from it.
Even with you treading carefully around, only taking photos and analyzing the past, rumors of a curse still stood at the back of your mind. Commons sense from being an archeologist for years combats that thought, but the deeper you went into the tomb, the more the air started to change.
You had to ignore it for now, and eventually, throughout the twists and turns of the halls that were frozen in time, you came upon the architectural and archeological masterpiece of the whole site.
The sarcophagus sat front and center, guided in gold and beautiful gemstones. It was surrounded by wealth, gold, pearls, rubies. Anything you could think of. Gods, this room was a historical treasure trove.
Snapping a quick picture of the full room, you move to the walls. Lines and lines of an ancient language remained perfectly preserved, and you can't help but squeal a little bit. It was easy to read after all your years of study, but it did take some time to get right.
"R… Rain. Oh, his name then?" You chuckled, crouching down for a better look. "You must've been a very important man, sir. Seems your people believed you were a god." You mumbled without thinking. Step back to snap another photo, and turn back to the sarcophagus when you finish.
You almost don't notice it at first. Either by luck or ignorance, but a creeping fear starts in your cheats when you see that the sarcophagus has been fully opened. It had been closed before.
A chill runs up your spine when you back up and into something cold, and for the life of you you pray it's a wall. A moving wall. That had definitely not been there before.
"I can't believe you were able to read that. You're much smarter than the other "scientists" that have broken in." A scream is ripped from your throat, and your flashlight falls to the ground, your camera was thankfully held safe by your neck strap. In your scramble to get away, you trip over the light, but a pair of cold, cold arms catches you before you fall down completely. You hold your eyes closed tight.
"Nononono, this can't be happening." The rumbling voice above you chuckles, and you freeze, almost unable to move in fear.
"Archeologists like you fall into this trap every year. Did you seriously think the tomb had gone completely undisturbed? Not a soul that has approached this place has survived. But at least you've been respectful." You're trembling now. Oh God. Oh God. You should've thought about the curse. You should've left, and never returned. This was such a bad idea.
The cold fellow stands you back up, but you keep your eyes closed, waiting for death to surely approach. But it doesn't come. Cold fingers lift your head.
"Open your eyes, love. I'm not a complete corpse." The strange word choice makes you stifle a gasp, and reluctantly you open your eyes, clutching your camera tightly.
Whoever had crawled out if that sarcophagus was… beautiful. He was dressed in fine clothes more elegant that even the most precious items in this room, covered in gold jewelry and gemstones. Amused eyes stare into your own, and suddenly you feel a sense of deja-vu was over you.
"You… you seem very familiar." Rain laughs, stepping closer to you.
"As I should. It's funny how fate tends to bring us together like this." You furrow your brows, confused. His hand moves from your chin to your cheek, blessing his thumb to your temple. He starts to lean in, and you attempt to move away. What was going on?! He keeps you firmly in place with an arm wrapped around your waist however.
His lips press against yours and with them come lifetimes of memories. The two of you are alive, together in secret despite the despair of the court. Then, you are gone. Killed and left to rot in the river. A quick glimpse of how he found you.
And again, himself, locked into his tomb. You approach, as a young woman curious about the past rulers, bringing food and offerings with you. You die of old age, in his arms this time.
Another one, the Elizabethan Era. Wife of an archeologist, history ignorant to your own discoveries. A glimpse of you finding him, just like this. And another glimpse of your death by the hands of your husband who had gone mad due to one of the many curses in this place.
And then there's now. Pictures of the person he glimpsed before the realization of who you were when you tripped.
When he pulls back, your eyes are wide open in shock. He cups your face in both hands, gently stroking as you calm down.
"I… I don't even know what to say." You whisper. He smiles at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
"Then don't speak. Just stay for a bit. Please."
Come and take my hand
This is a slighty sad Kabal fic I thought of while reading this comic by @calcium1790 !! Please go check out their page!!
Fem! Reader
Tw? I think? For babies that won't go to bed, and trauma.
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It had been a long night. It had been a long week, actually. The first week Kabal had left since the baby was born. Sure, you were on maternity leave. But that didn't stop you from being exhausted from worrying, taking care of the baby, and trying desperately to get her to sleep.
Gods, you just needed her to sleep.
She missed her Dad. So, so much. Ever since she was born it was like she was only ever content in his arms. With him gone, she had been restless. Crying so much, never sleeping. Never wanting to settle. It was so, so exhausting. On your emotions and your body. You felt like a failure of a mother. The phone calls with your husband were few and far between, but at least he was there for you. He was always there for you.
Every time, he would tell you how wonderful you were doing. How beautiful you were, how it was normal to feel this way. That the baby loved you. That things would get better. But it was so hard. Without him it was so, so hard.
After finally getting the little girl to finally, finally sleep, you had settled into bed. Glancing at the clock, it read 2:37AM. Shit. You really had gone all night without sleep. After a moment of checking your phone for calls or texts, you closed your eyes and sighed. Rolling over into the cold side of the bed that still smelled like Kabal.
The click of the nursery door was what woke you up, sending you into a panic. You shot out of bed, ripping the covers off of you when you noticed the cellphone and bag by the nightstand. Kabal's nightstand. Panic instantly cooled, and you ran a cold hand down your face. He was home. Thank the gods it was only him. The clock read 3:22 when you silently inched your way over across the hall.
You silently opened the nursery door, greeted with the sight of Kabal facing away from you, holding the baby in the pitch black darkness with slumped shoulders. A twinge of worry flooded your heart.
"Kabal?" You whisper, eyes adjusting to the dark as he leans down to press a kiss to the babe, still facing away from you.
"Go back to bed, babe." His whisper was groggy and rough, like he had been crying. He shushed the baby as she began to stir, effectively luring her back to sleep with a small coo. You ignored your flash of jealousy, and approached the figure in front of you.
His scarred face had been looking at the child with such sorrow, his respirator left somewhere else so that the baby could see him. Really see him. Something he always did.
"What's wrong?" You whisper, running your hand underneath his locks and through the shaved sides of his head. He leaned into your touch, but said nothing. You press yourself closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and moving your hand away from his face to caress the cheeks of the baby in his arms.
"Did something happen at work?" He nodded at your hoarse whispering after taking a moment to himself. You pressed another kiss to his shoulder, fully understanding what he meant.
When Kabal had to do something he wasn't proud of at work, he always came home sad. Worried. Touch-starved. He only ever wanted to hold you, or your pregnant tummy at first, but now that the baby had been born, he had one more thing to worry about. To hold and kiss and protect. You always knew what had happened when he came home like this.
"Let's go to bed, hun." You whispered again, reaching forward to take the sleeping baby from his arms. He let you do so without resistance, stopping you so that he could press one last kiss on her head before you set her back down in her crib.
You took his hand in your own after taking one last look at the baby, slowly leading him across the hall and into the bed. Kabal didn't say a word as you did, curling around you the moment you both got settled. He pressed kisses to your eyes, cheeks, your chin. Stopping to kiss you slowly on the lips. A kiss that you reciprocated softly.
"I love you. Both of you. You know that?" You nodded, kissing his forehead.
"We know, Kabal. We love you too." You took one last waking moment to make sure he put his respirator on, before the two of you finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
Day 15- Zombie
This one is a little more silly than normal. I might go back and write a serious fic with Johnny as a zombie later, but for now...
Pairing: Johnny Cage/GN! Reader (Romantic)
Warnings: hair loss
Word count: 195
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It wasn't everyday that you woke up to screaming, but today was a strange exception.
"NO!NononoNo! Augh!" You get out of bed, groggily stumbling over to the bathroom where Johnny was screaming.
"Johnny? You ok?" His ridiculous sobs just get louder, and when you actually open your sleepy eyes you see the sink covered in hair and Johnny desperately tries to put the strands back in place.
"Oh, Johnny." You say. Walking over to loop your arms around his waist as he holds his head in his hands.
"You're dead, hun. It was bound to happen eventually."
"NO! I tried everything! The hair care, the gels, the balding shampoo!..." This was a serious situation. You knew it was, but his over the top wailing was a little too funny, and you had to bury your face in his back to keep yourself from laughing.
"You're laughing. I can feel you laughing! The worst day of my LIFE and you're laughing at me." You only laugh harder, pressing kisses to his shoulders.
"I'm- I'm so so sorry. But there are always wigs, hun." Johnny lets out a shriek.
"WIGS? WIGS!? AUGH! My life is over…"
