#Cromeskull x reader

[the-faceless-bride]

Pretty piggy in a cage...

Summary➡ Being Asa's newest and precious little butterfly, he feels the need to show his good friend Jesse... Only things quickly backfire as Jesse takes interest in his friend's little piggy...

Tags: @gothmothsiren @frostbitefae @wallywaffle @brwnicons

Warnings: Dark Content, sexual implications, Objectification, infantilization, marking, forced touching, forced kissing, body horror, some violence to reader, kidnapping, name calling, mentions of cannibalism, attempts of escape, Starvation, reader is described as having long hair at least shoulder length

You put yourself in his box. You had nothing left, nothing but the money you had saved, the clothes on your back, and those sweet eyes the strange Masked man seemed to enjoy so much.

You have never seen his face, and you honestly didn't care. All you knew was when he saw you he held your face in such a gentle manner, his gloved hand was gentle and held you softer than anyone ever had. His blacked-out eyes just stared into yours with such an enamored and curious look like you were the only thing in this world he wanted.

So when he picked you up and tried to lower you into the red box you didn't struggle, you tucked yourself into the box curling into yourself as much as you could to fit as comfortably as you could.

He seemed to enjoy that, he patted your head before stroking down to your cheek before slowly closing the box.

And once the box reopened, he held your shoulder moving you around the broken-down building that looked like it used to be a hotel.

The art around the building was... Interesting, the more you looked at it the more the stranger rubbed your shoulder. And once he lead you through a hall full of pounding locked doors, yelling, and people in cages the stranger held you to his chest.

He brought you into a bathroom and sat you on the plush pink stool. He picked up a soft-bristled brush and carefully brushed your hair, you sat there for a long time before he stopped and moved to open a wooden box painted with butterflies and lined with gems, pulling out pink and blue ribbons, sectioning your hair before trying the ribbons, looking at you in the mirror before reaching back into the wooden box and pulling out a gloss; squishing your cheeks making your lips pucker before smearing the glittery pink gloss across your lips.

He admired you for a moment before pulling a knife from a holder on his waist and using it to slice down your clothes, your shirt was first; he pulled the shirt off your shoulders from your front your best exposed to the cold air, you closed your eyes feeling the strangers gloved hands felt below your chest and felt around your ribs before moving to your hips and ripping your pants.

The strange man put you in a soft white dress, it fell to your knees in layers, a silk ribbon in the middle of your chest, soft long puffed sleeves felt smooth along your arms.

You hang your head as he presses what you think is a kiss you the side of your temple, putting a gloved hand on the small of your back and leading you through the building, he had to guide you around to not step in a trap or get glass stuck in your bare foot.

He picked you up, carrying you up the long flights of stairs before opening a heavily bolted metal door that had hanging flowers around the door; some were dead, and others seemed fake.

Upon entering the room, a large bed covered in ruffled sheets and fluffy pillows, a sheer curtain of some kind hung around the tall wooden frames around the bed. A pink fluffy carpet was placed on the oddly clean floor, the vanity mirror had a single crack running through it, and the large dresser doors were open exposing the hanging frilly dresses similar to the one you were currently wearing.

You're his butterfly; the pretty little thing he likes to observe and touches with such soft hands, showed off to the others who could only wish not to be in chains like you, to be able to wander around, to be able to speak without being beaten.

One day he seemed extra touchy with you, he put in extra effort to make you look the way he wanted perfect you didn't know what you had done to deserve the extra treatment but it was better than what anyone else was getting in this depressing hotel.

He braided your hair; intricately placing flowers in it, he put you in a bodysuit made of silk that showed more of your chest, around your waist he tied a wispy skirt that reached the floor; it was slightly sheer and also had flowers embroidered giving it a very whimsical look, finally, he actually put you in shoes; they seemed like warn down ballerina shoes, elegant and gold the flowers were delicate.

After giving you one last look before running a hand down your neck moving in close and pressing his masked nose to your hair taking a long breath.

He placed you back in your room, sitting you down on the fluffy rug and making a 'stay' motion before leaving the room; you didn't know how long he was gone for, but when he came back he wasn't alone...

A man walked in with him, he was tall very tall...strong and wore a sharp black suit, and a chrome skull mask.

The chrome stranger looked to the man who kept you in this room, getting a single nod from your kidnapper and he started moving towards you; you whimpered and slightly moved back, but when the black-masked man hushed you and the chrome stranger reached out to you, his hand ghosting over your braided hair moving to brush a finger under your eyelids and moving to your neck giving a small squeeze before continuing his journey, gloved hand moving down your chest across your stomach to your legs squeezing your inner thigh.

He was inspecting you...

He caught you by surprise when he lifted his finger to your nose and gave it a little flick before teasingly pitching your cheek.

What a pretty little piggy. What a Fine Catch Asa Found; Jesse thought. Looking up at him with those sweet pretty eyes of yours. Almost tempted to think of you as less of a piggy and more of a doe... A sweet fawn. Jesse stopped squeezing your cheek and moved behind you leaning to push his mask against your soft hair. What a sweet thing.

Asa and Jesse both take one of your hands and take you out into a separate area you've never been to before. The room had two comfy-looking chairs, plane walls, and a small fluffy 'rug' just to the right of one of the chairs, the room also had something you found interesting. It had camera monitors, and you really wish you could just look away.

The horrors of what you saw.

You knew to some degree that there were poor souls in this place and that something terrible was happening to them. But you couldn't imagine what was on the screens. Rows and rows of people that... Weren't even people anymore... Monsters. Real-life horror movie monsters. Body's mutilated some with multiple limbs, some blind, some with jaws broken and modified to be long and odd-shaped, some of them seemed to be in a room with other monsters and they were... Eating each other.. God. What is this place? Why? Why was this something that never crossed your mind before.? Was... Was this going to happen to you?... Was this his plan? Will this happen to you when he gets bored of you?!

You slowly sat on the small rug where you were told, your eyes never leaving the monsters on the screen.

The two masked men were signing at each other, communicating about something. You couldn't understand them, but you truly couldn't care.

And you felt an itch. An itch to run. An itch to get away. Not wanting to be the next monster...

You would've been fine... You could've ignored the itch... If it wasn't for that one moment. Where one of the monsters that was cannibalizing the other turned. And look right into the camera.... Right.

At.

You.

And you ran. And you seemed to catch both men off guard. As they had yet to catch you.

That monster... That thing...

The blood fell from its odd crooked mouth. It's red bloodshot eyes staring at you.

And it only got worse.

Along the walls of the hotel, bodies ripped open. Displayed like art. No. No. No. Please. You don't want this. You just wanted to be taken away from the mean world. And now you were stuck in an even crueler one.

Loud footsteps could be heard down the halls, you look and your eyes meet the ones of the masked man. The one who took you... The Master...

You started hyperventilating as you tripped over your own feet. One of your feet getting locked in a trap. You let out a yelp of pain. Almost sounding like a kicked puppy, as you fell to the hard cold ground.

You try and yank your foot out, but that only makes the trap worse. Making you cry out. The skull masked on being the tallest and taking the longest strides gets to you first. Shaking his head and wagging his finger at you in a moving way, before giving you a little tap, bad.

You shink in on yourself. "please. Don't let the monsters get me. Don't let me be one of them..." You whimper into his shoulder. he brushes your hair from your face. And uses his loose hand to unlock the trap.

Asa truly was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed... He wouldn't mind if he... Borrowed you... For a while would he? Of course not. What else are friends for? Right?

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[horrorslashergirl]

Could you Chromeskull meeting the blind reader when she's walking down the side of a road covered in bruises having just been kicked out of her family's car by her abusive dad. :)

Chromeskull x Blind!Reader- Not all heroes have capes

It was a warm summer night in Jacksonville, the nightlife running wild with what most would assume was sex, drugs and the occasional sounds of gun-fire.

A black custom made Bentley roared down the streets of Jacksonville, the license plate ‘CROMESKUL’ which most important people like thugs, business people, and even the mafia knew, but who would dare to stop the driver and steal his car. Only if they wanted to end up in a coffin the next day.

Jesse was driving down the roads, been down with some trivial business for tonight and now that he was done all he wanted was a drink to relax. He loved to drive at night down the streets of his home-town, the freedom and the night air so addicting.

Just 30 minutes and he will be at home, between the sheets and alone. His hands tightened on the steering wheel at the image; a man of his caliber would easily find a woman; maybe not for his ‘looks’, but for his money yes.

Still, that wasn’t anything satisfactory. Yes, he paid prostitutes, but only for them to end up playing in his movies for the first and last time, their bodies either ended all chopped or gutted, depending on how creative he felt like.

Since the death of his wife, he’s been reluctant in the relationship department, sometimes so desperate he actually sought the ‘attention’ of the luxury hookers, but he could see it in their eyes, the disgust in their heavily painted eyes, hoping for him to finish, them to get the money and get going to the next one.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by someone walking down the side of the road, almost limping like they were drunk. He internally groaned when he saw it was a young woman, probably stoned and not knowing even her own name. He is used to this kind of scenario. He slowed down as he came closer to the girl, his gaze looking on his metal suitcase in case he could have some fun tonight.

The Bentley came to a stop, just a few feet away from the limping woman and she came closer until she touched the hood of the car. This seemed to stop her and look around.

Unlocking the door, Jesse got out and looked over the woman. She was probably in her early twenties, clothes dirty and was that blood? Looking more closely he noticed the bruises on her forearms, elbows and the ripped jeans on her knees, all bruised as well.

This woman was you and you could consider yourself lucky that you survived all that happened to you. Been thrown out of a car by 40km/h wasn’t an easy land on the hard concrete.

“I-Is there someone?” you spoke in a shaky voice, sobbing a little and afraid. Jesse titled his head to the side. He was right there, in front of you. Were you blind?

His answer was confirmed when you moved your head up, the grey almost white eyes looking at him, but more like through him. So you were indeed blind. That wasn’t easy at all. He was mute and you blind. Ohh the combo.

Jesse got his phone from his black slacks and used it to communicate with you.

‘Yes and you are all bruised.’ the robotic voice spoke, making you jump a little, the mechanical voice surprising you.

“P-Please help me...M-My parents...T-They threw me out the car...I don’t know where I am.” you pleaded, your hands wrapping around yourself.

‘Where are you from?’

“N-New York.” you answered, licking your bleeding lower lip, tasting bitter metallic.

His brown eye widened at your answer. That was almost 1.500 km from here. He debated if he should just get in the car and let you all alone here, maybe you would end up in the mafias cage, serving as a prostitute, you were pretty cute.

He took a step back and that’s when you came forward, bumping into his chest and grasping his black dress shirt, taking him by surprise.

“P-Please...don’t leave me.” you pleaded, your eyes looking up at him, trying to look at his face, despite your blindness.

Jesses’ gaze moved to your face, all bruised and bleeding, but behind the dirt and crimson look laid a pretty face, all cute and baby-doll like. He felt himself smirk, just his type.

The thoughts from before coming back at him again. He was looking for a potential partner, and you were blind, so you would never figure out how he looked like, his scarred face.

His hand came up and cupped your chin, whipping some dried blood. You were breathing heavily, grey eyes with so much despair. Pulling away from you, he guided your form to the other side of his car, pushing you into the passager seat and buckling you up. Closing the door he moved to the drivers' side, getting inside and locking the doors.

“T-Thank you s-so much!” you said with a shaky voice, tears running down your bloody cheeks.

‘Don’t mention it.’

He started the engine, the Bentleys motor coming to life.

“You’re my hero.” you said, making Jesse look at you with a smug smirk, his brown eye taking in your appearance, just like a stray kitten.

He stepped on the gas pedal, driving down into the night.

‘You have no idea, doll.’

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