#assassin reader

[gatitties]

The end?

─Yandere!bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: You're sick of all the chasing and you want to put an end to this whole game of cat and dog

─Warnings: toxic behavior, blood, obsession, stalking, suicide attempt, violence, yandere stuff

@epitios here you go!, and for everyone who was waiting for a third part too😌

Part One / Part Two

You collapsed on the floor of your apartment, your breathing quickening and gasping, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears so loud you thought your eardrum was going to explode at that very moment. You covered your mouth as you moved slowly to the closet, the front door opening.

"Dammit, you said this was the exact location, you useless Sanzu."

"Shut up, at least I've gotten enough clues to find something solid."

Rindou rolled his eyes inspecting your apartment, you swallowed dryly, trying to calm your panic attack, you slowly pushed a lever inside the small space, a small door opened next to you, you crouched down to enter through the narrow secret passage, closing behind you just as the closet doors opened.

"Nothing around here…"

"Look at this, at least we know someone has fled from here."

Rin smiled when he saw the almost cold food in the kitchen, a maniacal smile on the drug addict's face when he saw that he had hit the nail on the head, he supposed that you had escaped from them in time, but how much longer would you hold out? They were already too close. They both warned the others to search the surroundings but they couldn't find you, Mikey was starting to get impatient with this search.

You narrowly missed their radar since the guy with the stupid braid, as you knew Mochizuki, almost caught you sneaking through the alleys of the city. It was stressful, you were on the brink of collapse right now, you had spent five months playing hide-and-seek with this stupid mafia, you had practically given up the dirty jobs underground just to survive the Bonten executives. They pushed you over the edge because you never seemed to have more than a couple of days to have to find a new place or personality to adopt to throw them off, you had frequent nightmares, anxiety attacks, your life was turned upside down right now and you wanted to end all this shit.

You were young, definitely many years of life ahead, but you already felt rotten inside, you had experienced many things, pleasant and unpleasant, all this 'game' with Bonten only made what little sanity you had kept go overboard, your work wasn't a pleasant thing to do and now they've got your mind blown.

"Well, this will be the final point, I don't care about anything anymore, they won't need to look for me anymore, damn stalker psychopaths."

You looked at your figure in the mirror one last time with dead eyes, your favorite clothes on, all you had on you was a gun with a bullet in it, you left a note for the guy you rented the apartment from earlier that day, apologizing for give him so much trouble, you sent your parents one last message even though they didn't deserve a look from you, you felt that the fairest thing was for them to know that at least you wouldn't see them again even if they wanted to.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you looked at the imposing building, it's not like it was the first time you've infiltrated, the truth is that if you could go back in time you would choose not to have come that day and threaten those men to leave you alone, you only made things worse, but today you would put an end to it.

As you infiltrated like last time, everyone was gathered, confused by the message they had found while tracking you down, Kokonoi left the crumpled note on the round table after reading it.

"It doesn't make sense, run away and now ask to see each other? isn't that weird?"

Takeomi nodded, no one would be stupid enough to want to meet their potential kidnappers and stalkers on their own turf, but anyway, they were all prepared and armed depending on what happened.

"And if it is only a decoy?"

Ran straightened up in his seat, fiddling with his braids, Kakucho got up to look through the vents, where you came in the other time.

"Whatever it is we can only wait, it's not like she can go very far, we have contacts everywhere."

Mikey remained silent the entire time, the others talked creating theories of your next move, he just stared blankly, fleeting memories of you in his mind, you were just a whim, but he wanted you to bow down to him, no one had ever had the courage to threaten him so openly and escape for so long, you would be like a trophy to him, what happened next, he didn't care much.

His eyes moved slightly towards the restored window that you broke, remembering how your body rushed into the void falling into the darkness of the night, he narrowed his eyes when he thought he saw something strange move near the window, like a reflection of someone who didn't was in the room.

"The window…"

His murmur almost goes unnoticed if it weren't for the fact that everyone fell silent at the right moment, they almost broke their necks to look at the window, at that very moment they all covered themselves because the glass exploded, falling all over the place, again, you positioned yourself on top of the table with a dominant stance, even though your mind was thinking that in this situation you were anything but the one dominating the stupid game you've been playing for months.

"Catch her!"

"Don't touch me!"

You kicked Kakucho, moving to avoid Mochizuki's arms, holding everyone at bay until Mikey rose from his seat, ordering everyone to stay put, your chest heaving from the short but intense fight, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of all those men.

"I think you came here to make a deal, right? We hear you."

The boss smiled when he saw that you lowered your guard, he knew that whatever you said he was not going to accept, right now, on his 'land', you had no say, you were under their control at this moment, he thought that you had abandoned, that you you were going to surrender before them like everyone else, they had succeeded, they had hunted you.

"Yes… I came to say some last words to the people who have finished ruining my life, it's something very important! so listen carefully, I won't repeat it again…" you waited a few seconds to give tension, everyone held their breath waiting for your words, almost anticipating a victory because they caught you in their clutches and that you would have given yourself up "Fuck you! If anyone is going to ruin my life it will be me! I hope we don't meet in hell, whores!"

You quickly moved your hand to reach for your pistol, clamped it to your jaw and fired, blood splattering on the faces of Mikey, Kokonoi and Sanzu, your body falling into the arms of the Haitani brothers, who carefully grabbed you.

"Fuck… that was close."

Rindou muttered seeing how you had only fainted, his brother had managed to reach you before you tried to take your life in front of everyone, he moved your body enough so that the bullet that threatened to dethrone part of your face and skull, only grazed your right cheek and ear, you would surely lose some hearing and you would have a new scar much more visible from now on.

They all looked at each other in silence, Takeomi had taken it upon himself to call a doctor to treat your injuries, they had already done it, there was no way for you to get out of their control easily, you had no way out, you were brave enough to face them a second time and attempting suicide in front of them, Sanzu was delighted by your performance, he couldn't wait to have you with him and all the things he could do, the others having a similar feeling, unlike you, waking up and finding yourself in that situation was not what did you imagine, being trapped with a group of psychopaths, you needed to get out of there no matter what, maybe your attempt to end everything was unsuccessful, but you can always have second chances, you don't care about the cost, you wouldn't give them the pleasure of seeing you bow down to them.

#tr #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #fem reader #reader insert #assassin reader #yandere bonten #yandere bonten x reader #yandere bonten x assassin reader #x reader #yandere x reader #mikey #sanzu #takeomi #kakucho #haitani brothers #rindou #ran #mochizuki #kokonoi

[triluvial]

The Harkonnen stronghold is big, with shadows deep enough to drown in. There are slaves and servants taken from every one of the hundreds of planets, and they move in and out of the different areas as different workers are moved and removed to cover for dead or ...missing staff. The Harkonnens are proud and positions of staff in charge of helping them personally - painting them, cleaning them, bringing them food, weapons and clothing - has the highest turn over rate.

In other words, the Harkonnen stronghold is the perfect breeding ground for an assassination.

One of Reader's greatest weapons is her innocence, she could (and has) been caught at the scene of the crime with the murder weapon in her hand and gotten away with it anyways as she insisted she just picked it up off the floor.

Reader had only been in the stronghold for a week when she was requested to attend Feyd in his chambers. Apparently he'd noticed her walking with his Harpies at some point and demanded to have you. This was great, if he wanted to add her to his harem he'd have to bring her close enough to fuck her in which case she'd be close enough to kill him. If he suspects her, his bedroom isn't exactly designed to keep anyone in and she can be be off-planet in minutes.

Neither of those guesses are correct though. Reader may look innocent but she knows how to read a mark, and she can tell Feyd is flustered. He has a crush on his would-be assassin.

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd x reader #original #feyd x you #assassin reader #female reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Thea Queen x Son of John Wick Reader pls

Thea: Oliver I want you to meet my boyfriend!

Y/N: pleasure to meet you

Oliver: likewise. Favorite weapon?

Y/N: pencils

Oliver: I like this guy

#dc comics #arrowverse #thea queen #willa holland #thea queen x reader #dc comics fluff #dc comics imagine #dc comics incorrect quotes #john wick #assassin reader #the continental #john wick universe

[heartshapedbubble]

Could you make a Naib with an assassin S/O I really like your orpheus one and I think it's an interesting concept

AAAA IM GLAD!! of course💓💓💓 went nuts w this prompt tbh

naib subedar with an assassin s/o headcanons🗡

if you think orpheus is good at sensing dangerous people, then naib will blow your socks off

naib, being an assassin of sorts himself, knows exactly who to avoid at first sight - based on someone's posture, gaze and general body language, he detects potential threats with ease and keeps away from them

although, compared to orpheus, he's not passive about it - his goal is not to avoid, but to kill. if he finds someone to be enough of a nuisance or thinks someone might be out to sabotage him and his mission getting rid of another body won't be a problem

you immediately sensed naib's presence, differing from all the others that radiated from the timid manor residents lurking and turning their back towards you

it was hostile, the way you felt his eyes pierce you from under his hood and the way he quickly slipped away into the darkness whenever your gaze fixated itself on him for too long. you hated to admit it, but it made your palms sweaty and your heartbeat faster

for the following few months, your and naib's interactions were limited to sharp glances and silent threats whispered out under your breaths - him planning how to push you into a corner with a knife by your throat in case he senses the tension rise up, and you flinching whenever his arm swayed, ready to grip his wrist and dodge whatever punch he might throw at you

...it could have went on for days until the thing happened. the thing that made naib pull his hood over his face whenever he was in your presence, and made you bury your face in your hands every time naib passed by

it was just a normal match with smiley. y'know, scraped knees, blood soaked shoulders and engine particles by your feet

luca was safely decoding the final cipher as martha swiftly pulled the pallets down and stunned poor joker for the second time this match. you were rushing right by martha, giving her some extra support so she could push her kite until the cipher's primed. what could possibly go wrong?

...well, naib, being protective of martha, decided to rush in to help at the same time as you...

...and crashed right into you as you ran, knocking you down with him and making you drop all your hidden blades in the process

this, of course, resulted in a long-term ban from matches considering that carrying unregistered weapons isn't allowed, yet what interested you the most was naib's reaction

as you dropped them, instead of scolding you or using this opportunity to get you punished, he crouched down by your side, shielding your daggers away from the hunter's field of view, and whispered "be more careful next time."

someone who was supposed to be your rival, your unconfirmed nemesis, covering for you? something weird was going on

you decided to confront naib about it one day, to try and get out at least some information or sign out of him even if he stays silent

luckily, it didn't take long for you to find him - you found him leaning against a tree, a half-eaten sushi roll in his hand

"mind if i ask you something about yesterday, naib?" you whispered, him only curiously tilting his head in response

"ask away." he didn't even turn around to face you as he said that

"about yesterday... why did you cover for me?" why did it feel degrading, saying it out loud? it was like losing a bet and shamefully admitting it

silence ensued. suddenly, he replied back, hesitatingly, "i pitied you. don't know why, but i did. was in the same situation before, so that's why, i guess."

with that sentence, it was almost like a spark appeared between you two - it took time, effort and coincidences, but eventually you two started to warm up to each other

oh, you broke your wrist while kiting? what a coincidence, he has an extra pair of elbow pads! naib's wounds started bleeding again - you found a syringe and band-aids tucked in the pocket of your jacket, how weird..

as time passed, you found yourself laying your head on naib's shoulder, his hand tangled in your hair and gently twirling your locks around his fingers - neither of you jolting or reacting badly whenever it happened, it just came naturally

it was never official, but you two gradually formed a relationship. it was deeper than a friendship, more than a family bond and more than just comradeship

sometimes, you wondered if the boy crying, head buried in your chest, is the same man that once wanted you dead on first sight. and when naib held you tight and kissed each one of your battle wounds, he always recalled the way you furrowed your brows the first time you laid your eyes on him

perhaps it was destined to happen, and maybe really two minuses make a plus - two hurt people with impermeable façades broke through each other's 💞

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #idv imagines #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv scenarios #identity v x you #assassin reader #naib idv #naib subedar idv #idv naib #identity v naib #naib subedar #naib x reader #mercenary idv #identity v mercenary #mercenary

[innocent-cat]

Hello, if you're still taking request could it be headcanons with with Vax, Percy, and Vex. (Separately)

Where the S/O is a lot like Yor Forger.

GUESS WHO IS BACK!!!!

Oh my gosh, I love SpyxFamily! right away xx

Reader x Vox Machina

Warnings - None

"Scarlet paint on their face", Assassin!Reader x Various

Vax

Okay, so, weird thing about both Vax AND Vex, they're extremely stalkerish.

the very MOMENT they thought you were acting even slightly suspicious, they immediately discussed it with each other.

"Vex-" "Yes, me too."

they most def hear EVERYTHING you do.

They had a little book that had information about everything you did.

your fault, why aren't you home by the mandatory curfew (that they implemented that nobody in fact listens to) of 8PM sharp?

You'll usually feel Vax's eyes on you when you come home after a bounty, but you choose to pretend you're oblivious to it so you can continue acting clueless.

HOWEVERRRR he eventually cornered you and confronted you.

you walked in and he was just like.. leaning against the wall all nerdy.. so you kinda just.. side eyed him and walked by..

"Where have you been?"

your heart dropped to your asssssss, him confronting you was so much scarier than it needed to be.

"What are you talking about?"

"We know you've been sneaking out. You're never home by 8."

"..Nobody follows that anyway, Vax.. not even Pikes home right now. Who are you, my dad?" You raised an eyebrow at him as you spoke down to him for asking you what's been going on.

"Vex told me you went to a washers covered in blood. What's that all about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe don't stalk random people, it's creepy, Vax." You scoff, and storm off to your room.

You sit down in your bed and heave a sigh, letting the knife drop that was hidden between your arm and side under your oversized blouse.

Vex

Vex was the first one to actually confront you and get an answer.

(all combined head cannons above for vax btw)

she low-key scared tf out of you when you turned the corner and saw her.

full on mom stance, arms crossed, face seething..

scary.

"If you won't tell Vax, you better tell me now."

Now, mind you, it was like.. 2am.. and you tried sneaking back in because you didn't have time for a outfit change.. so you did in fact look very incriminating with a knife in your hand, drenched in blood.

You have no clue to get out of it, so you fake cry xx

You drop your knife and start crying into your hands, mumbling.

Vex's face DROPS, and she goes to you and holds you, rocking you in her arms.

"I'm not MAD, I'm just upset you didn't tell me.."

After the little cry, she helps you clean yourself up from them on because OBVIOUSLY what gf wouldn't help.

she was honestly just mad you didn't tell her..

(sorry her's is so short!! I'm like super duper tired rn)

Percy

lmfaooo Percy been knew

the two of you have always just kind of

not talked about it?

of course, you both are aware that the other KNOWS,

it's just Percy wants to make sure he doesn't say something rude to you

he loves u too much xx

He frequently stitches you up, cleans your wounds, and washes your clothes when you come home after killing someone.

Of course, he understands you're very dangerous and skilled, but the fact you're his s/o comes before your large bounty.

"Again? Seriously? You're getting too injured to endure this job." he sighed out to you, frowning at your dampened physical state.

You did not reply, but you looked away, towards a a window opposite of him. You matched his face, frowning.

You flinch back as he applies alcohol to your wound, hissing slightly to your pain.

"Sorry." He mumbled out, and he lifted your shirt more.

He bandages the wound, sealing it so it doesn't become infected. He then pulls off your shirt, and sets it aside to wash later, handing you a new, clean shirt of your own.

he literally loves you so much please assure this boy you'll be fine

#percy de rolo #x reader #vox machina #fluff #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #vex'ahlia #vex'ahlia x reader #vex and vax #vax'ildan #vax headcanon #vax x reader #yor forger #assassin #assassin reader Vox machina #assassin reader

[comedinewithmeyeh]

Craving a TF141 member reader who has a secret background like the red room widows and is super (& suspiciously) skilled. A past assassin of sorts, you know?

Maybe the TF find out, or she’s exposed by a past enemy? (Maybe a certain small angry Russian di*k)

Please tell me I’m not alone in my wishes here😅

#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #call of duty mw2 #simon riley #soap mw2 #ghost x reader #task force 141 #captain john price #soap mactavish #assassin reader

[aikoiya]

Yan!Silco x Yan!Fem!Assassin Reader Who Absolutely Adores Him

Inspired by @sunshine-for-serotonin's "Silco with an S/O who genuinely adores him."

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Yandere Silco with Fem!Assassin Reader who absolutely adores Silco & dotes on him, being very affectionate with both him & Jinx.

Not obtrusively or overly saccharinely so or in any way that would imply that he has weakness. At least, not in public anyway. Rather, she's careful to behave in ways that show him as being powerful & in charge while making her appear weak. Will often discretely place her hand on his shoulder or arm & give him a light squeeze to show she's there when she notices that he needs reassurance.

She looks delicate & defenseless, the Industrialist's cute little arm candy. Often compared to a porcelain doll. But was in reality trained from birth to be an assassin like Black Widow, just without the operation to remove her womb.

Silco had been one of the clients her handler took, & the instant he saw her standing there, he knew that she had to be his. So, after she completed the hit, (it took nary a day & there was no evidence or witnesses) Silco later comes back, kills her handler, & takes her for himself.

The first real affection she'd ever gotten in her life was from Silco & she was instantly addicted to it. She's desperate to keep him loving her.

Is always wearing hair sticks that are actually needles that she uses like daggers. Will gladly kill anyone who threatens Silco or Jinx.

Has Spiderman levels of parkour & freerunning skills. With Assassin's Creed levels of stealth.

Knows ballet due to having been taught at a young age as ballet teaches absolute body control.

Has a great deal of knowledge in toxicology & toxinology as a result of her profession & actually very much enjoys making her own poisons.

Despite her short & sweet outside, she's a regular hellcat in a fight. Literally. Absolutely vicious, yet cold as ice. Fights with poison-laced nails or her hair sticks. Moves like a cat too. Cannot be caught unless taken completely by surprise. Will literally rip a man's ear off with her teeth!

Also knows her way around a sniper rifle or crossbow when necessary, but prefers her knives & nails.

Has intimate knowledge of all the body's weak points & can kill you faster than you can blink. Quick & without ceremony. They won't even realize that they're dead before they're facedown in their own blood.

Is secretly Silco's second to last line of defense, his goons being his first, Sevika being the next, then there's Reader, & finally Silco himself.

Frankly, she terrifies Sevika.

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She always takes note of when Silco is overworked, stressed, hasn't eaten, is insecure, or just has a headache & goes out of her way to pamper him in ways that help him relax & feel better.

Scalp massages for headaches. Easy to eat & mess-less, yet delicious & healthy sandwiches when he's working. Or full delicious meals (namely his favorites) to coax him away from work for a moment for a small break. Refilling his coffee when it's low (always done just how he likes it).

She didn't initially know how to cook, but was determined to be of service to Silco as best she could as that was all she'd ever known. So, she began reading cook books & learning all she could from Silco's minions who actually know how. (Who are too scared of the boss killing them to deny her requests.)

Back massages after being hunched over in a chair all day, getting all the knots out. Body worship with whispered adoration & praise when insecure (which doesn't happen often, but it does happen on occasion), especially in the places that he's most insecure about. Specifically, the scarred side of his face. She is decidedly not scared of his scars & actually finds him devilishly handsome, even rogueish without his cover up.

Holding him tight when he has nightmares. Rubbing circles into his back & whispering that she was there into his ear.

When he's struggling with something, she makes herself available to him emotionally. Always willing to talk things out, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, she'll just sit there quietly with him, holding his hand as he processes his emotions. Just letting him know that she's there.

Baths where she washes his hair & back, massaging his scalp & back thoroughly. If he's working too late into the night & there is no deadline for the work, she'll coax him away with promises of sex by either getting up behind him & sucking/kissing his neck, whispering in his ear all the dirty things she'll do to him or what she wants him to do to her or walks in wearing a trench before letting it fall to show lingerie underneath. (As an assassin, she's had to seduce both men & women at times in order to get close to them & kill them. Though, Silco was the first person that she's ever actually wanted to be with in such a capacity. Thus, he means quite a lot to her.)

Doesn't mind wearing sexy little numbers or roleplaying for him because she figures that if she does this for him, then he's obligated to indulge her in her kinks later. (It took a lot of trial & error for her to learn what all she enjoyed. Pegging is always fun, though it took a while for Silco to be okay with giving her so much control. She actually got a magical tattoo over her womb that creates a solid magic phallus that she can actually feel through for one of her missions before Silco. -Don't ask.- It also took her a while to understand that she was allowed to ask for things from him too as she'd never been in anything even resembling an equal relationship. All her experience was as a slave who did what she was told.)

For more on the magic strap, go here:

If he needs her to top, she does so (a switch by nature & a service top who's default is gentle & reverent unless he urges her to be rougher, then will go as hard as he wants; in such a situation, she is either a top, whether via riding or pegging, or as a power bottom). Doesn't mind it if he decides that he needs her to cockwarm him while he finishes work. Will just embrace him & relax against his chest as she places soft, sweet kisses to his neck & shoulder as he finishes his paperwork. Is more than okay with indulging in his kinks so long as they aren't absolutely disgusting (which, luckily, none of them are). Is even willing to indulge in knifeplay or choking or play the part of a dominitrix (bdsm, dom/sub, bondage, degridation, whipping, ect) so long as it doesn't go too far. The last thing she wants is to legitimately harm him, but also understands that some people get a kick outta pain.

Reader often helps organize Silco's paperwork when there's too much of it by order of importance & urgency, while grouping together duplicates or multiples with the same basic issues (letting him know about them before throwing the extras away just in case she missed something) & complaints. As well as condensing reports. Just overall streamlining things for him. (She started doing all of this on her own just to help him however she could.)

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In this situation, I could see Darling sitting on Silco's lap during meetings with a book, even in Chem-Baron meetings. Sorry, that's simply her seat now. You're just gonna have to deal with it.

She is tremendously intelligent, a mistress of Hellstromism (reading a person's thoughts via observing their facial ticks & body language), interrogation, & torture, & when she wants to make an observation in a meeting that no one else seems to have really considered or some other frankly enlightening contribution to the conversation or even the fact that one of the other Barons was hiding something, she'll lean up & whisper it into Silco's ear rather than alerting the rest of the Barons. But even in those situations, she doesn't divert her attention away from either Silco or the book in her hands even while quietly observing everyone in the room.

Only really noticeably looks at the other members of those meetings to glare at them in a way that makes them feel like insects.

She also quickly notices when Silco begins to get frustrated in these meetings & in those moments, gently kisses his cheek or jaw or temple while she caresses the other cheek. Never shying away from his scar.

It never fails to calm him down & ground him.

Always wears a steampunk dress that matches his suit in color scheme to Chem-Baron meetings & can always be seen wearing a leather choker with a gold heart & Silco's signature engraved into the metal.

It all sends a clear message. One that very loudly says, 'I'm Silco's. Do not touch under pain of death a/o dismemberment.'

She has this thing about reciprocal ownership & also has a tattoo of Silco's signature over her heart. If Silco has one of hers over his own heart, is absolutely ecstatic about it.

If he calls her 'his,' will confirm with 'yours' before asking 'mine?' If he reciprocates, confirming that 'yes, he's hers too,' then she'll practically croon into his kiss.

Also likes it when Silco uses possessive pet names such as 'my kitten' or 'my treasure' or 'my pet' or 'my pearl' or 'my doll' or even 'my queen' for her & she tends to use them for him herself. Things like, 'my king' or 'my love' or 'my darling.'

There's definitely a lot of co-dependency going on in this relationship.

Adores Jinx & enjoys listening to her babble on about her inventions. Eager to give her own input when appropriate. Seems to know how to handle the girl in a way that even Silco really doesn't at times. Is very kind, calm, & motherly with the girl. Has big mom energy.

Helps Silco to administer his medicine whenever Jinx is busy. Holds him close when he seizes from the pain, nuzzling & kissing his throat.

Will also seamlessly step into his spot of ruthless business owner when he needs a break. Is normally sweet & demure, but it's like a switch is flipped & she becomes this cold, calculating queenpin. Still seems sweet, but in a passive-aggressive way, her edges suddenly far sharper & unusually threatening for a woman her size. She can actually handle most anything that Zaun or Piltover can throw at her with steel in her bones, she just prefers her life as Silco's cute little housewife.

Just very dedicated to taking care of her man & their daughter, making sure they're both happy & healthy. (Which includes helping Jinx come to terms with her past trauma & become a well-adjusted individual. As well as how to value people as more than toys to be played with until they're broken, then thrown away.)

Loves Jinx dearly, but quickly takes on the role of 'responsible parent' because it becomes very obvious, very quickly that Silco is very soft on the girl & literally lets her get away with murder. So, Reader takes on the dubious duty of being Mrs. Tough Love, in charge of real serious talk. Never oversteps the line, but definitely nudges it. Is really serious about this role & often reads parenting books. Is careful to never be cruel about it.

Also teaches Jinx how to fight both hand-to-hand, with a knife, or brass knuckles just in case she's ever without her guns or bombs. Gifted her with a pair of fingerless shooting gloves with metal knuckle studs. Would rip apart anyone who hurt the girl with her bare hands.

If anyone ever tries to kidnap Reader & hold her for ransom against Silco, she'll, 9 times out of 10, end up walking back home on her own covered in her captor's blood before the kingpin even has the chance to do anything, as though she hadn't just committed a massacre. Might even end up meeting up with him as he's searching for her. Always brings back a trophy, which tends to be something her captor held dear that's also small enough to carry with her.

Gifts it to Silco as an apology for having been stolen from him.

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Reader is innately a non-materialistic person & most things she wants tend to have some sort of utility or purpose, whether for herself or for her family. She's used to living a very spartan lifestyle, so it takes time for her to begin indulging in things. Even then, most superfluous things she becomes interested in will either help her to help Silco, is really something that Silco will like (such as lingerie), or reminds her of Silco or Jinx in some way.

She does have a fascination with stealth weapons & jewelry that have a utilitarian use. Things like her hair stick weapons or shoes with blades in the heels or earrings that function as 2-way radios or charm bracelets with charms she can remove & throw to the ground & they turn out to be smoke bombs or flash bangs or a bracelet that unfolds into a wrist-mounted mini-crossbow. Things like that.

Has also begun to learn pharmacology & various other medical studies for fear of her new family getting hurt or becoming ill.

Is quickly becoming skilled in biochemistry, pharmacology, pharmacognosy, & alchemy as a result. (Revived Silco after Jinx shot him at the end of season 1.)

Has discovered that she enjoys gardening & cultivates plants that are useful for poison making, alchemy, medicine, or cooking.

Is an immaculate strategist & has a natural inclination for noticing cause & effect. As such, she has a tendency to see the long-term consequences of Silco's plans when he simply doesn't see the full scope at times. Such as the long-term consequences that Shimmer will have on Zaun & its people, as well as Zaun's incoming economic collapse should the city not find any other products to trade besides Shimmer.

As such, she alerts him to those consequences without making him feel like she's criticizing or degrading him.

Because of this, she recommended that he hire people to scour Runeterra for phytoremedial & cave-dwelling plants, including crops, to try & alleviate this oversight.

She & Silco enjoy playing chess. In the beginning, Reader would let him win until he noticed & requested that she no longer do so. She then began crushing him at the game. This resulted in Silco slowly becoming more skilled over time until they became pretty even skillwise. Now, the outcome is pretty even between Silco, Reader, & tie.

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It's just been brought to my attention that the Reader in this is kinda yandere herself &, honestly, they're right.

I suppose that Silco & Reader's relationship in this is supposed to be a lot like salt. In that salt is a benign compound made by combining 2 toxic elements, sodium (Na) & chloride (Cl). Don't know which represents which, but c'est la vie!

In this way, their combined yandere-ness sort of cancels each other out? Or, at least, that's what I'm going for here.

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How would Silco's react to all of this do ya'll think?

Anyone who wants to tackle this is more than welcome to!

Just be sure to tag or link me!

#arcane #league of legends #silco #yandere #yandere silco #assassin reader #female reader #silco x reader #yandere silco x reader #silco x female reader #yandere silco x female reader #housewife reader #writing prompt #nsft

[jokeringcutio]

Arthur Harrow x Assassin Reader Drabble

Prompt Fill: You are an assassin hired to end Arthur Harrow's life. But his lentil soup changes things. (Dark but decent version) Fandom: Moon Knight TV Pairing: Arthur Harrow x (AFAB) reader Rating: Teen Warnings: Assassin AU, poison, reference to non-con drug use. For @nicktremblaywayfu

Drabble: Assassin and Arthur Harrow

The bottle up your sleeve felt hot and cold at the same time. A mixture of feelings, as if it were burning through your clothes. As if everyone could see that you had it hidden there, cap ready to be popped.

But not yet. You waited patiently for your target to arrive. Around you, others said at the table, making pleasant conversation. You were blending in perfectly, dressed in plain clothes. An ordinary disguise for a not so ordinary assassin.

You could have chosen many way to terminate the life if this particular man. Swifter ways, perhaps even less painful ways. A gun to the head or a knife to the heart. Instead, you had chosen to stay under the radar and use a poison that would be hard to trace. All you needed to do was slip it into his drink. Or his soup, you mused.

You knew the leader of this particular cult usually sat to eat with his peers as a sort of bonding process. He was usually quite reserved and would sit in his private chambers for hours, hardly letting anyone near except a chosen few whom he trusted. Poisoning him seemed to be the least hard of all the options you had at hand, and the least messy as well.

Nervously, you waited for his arrival. The girl to your right kept chatting to you about all the things she wanted to see changed in this world. And wasn’t that ironic? You smiled politely at her, did your best to appear at your most charming. You knew no one noticed the tenseness of your muscles or the way you expertly schooled your expressions. You’d never been caught before and today wouldn’t be any different.

Finally, the man you had been tasked to assassinate appeared. He was followed by a handful of men and women, all eager to brush their hands past his shoulders and chest like he was some kind of messiah. You looked at them with contempt and bit your cheek. Why were you feeling all hot and bothered inside at seeing how others touched him? It must be because you could tell he took delight in it, right? That he was used to being revered as some sort of God. You wondered if he thought of himself as so, or if he truly believed he was just the messenger, tasked to speak for his Goddess?

It didn’t matter. After tonight, he would be gone.

Arthur Harrow did not have his own spot at a table. Rather, he liked to sit somewhere different each night, following a pattern around the room. And if you had not been mistaken, he would be seated at your table tonight. He did not disappoint, for he came over to where you were, footsteps slowly crunching.

You had prepared a plan to distract him. And you would use the girls by your side to enact it – they were unknowing of how you would lure them into doing the thing you needed them to do, of course. It would make tracing you down as the culprit that much harder – if the cult ever decided to treat Arthur’s demise as suspicious instead of natural.

You had to suppress a smirk at the thought of how you were going to get away with it. But it was in that exact moment that Arthur’s eyes met yours, and you felt as if he could look into your soul. Your smirk had gone, like snow in the burning hot sun. Was he onto you?

“I think, I’ll sit next to you,” was all he said, then waited for the girl next to you to scoot aside. It was clear which spot he indicated. It was on the same bench you were seated on, exactly next to you.

Shit, this ruined your plans. You had not expected for him to sit next to you. Somehow, that scenario had been off the table, because why would he pick a seat next to you when they had already been taken? You had to recalculate. The upside of it all was that it would be easier to slip the potion into his food like this. He was seated at the right side, at the right sleeve. And the potion would not take effect till at least a few hours later. You could get away with it. By the time suspicions were roused, you’d be long gone, back on the plane home.

The girl next to you scooted aside to make room for her leader. She looked up at him with lovey-dovey eyes, like most of the younger women here, you thought. And even some of the men.

Arthur had his charm, certainly. Yet you were determined not to let him work his magic on you. You flexed your fingers and waited with baited breath for the man to take his seat by your side. You instantly felt the warmth radiating from his body, and picked up his earthy scent of herbs and spices that enveloped you along with his presence. Everything about him was enchanting. You would almost believe that a Goddess truly existed and had claimed the man as her own. He was like magic himself.

“So,” he said, and turned at you smiling. “Have you tasted the soup?”

He gestured with his hand at the plate in front of you. The watery substance didn’t look very alluring, but it was highly recommended to you by the chefs. Of course, you had taken it, not to break character. You forced a smile and looked up at him until the two of you locked eyes.

He knew.

You didn’t know how you could tell, but there was a certain glint to his eyes that told you he was aware of what you came here to do. That you had come here solely with the purpose to annihilate him. And that you would do it by poisoning his food. Soup was the perfect medium for it. A liquid that he would devour enough from. He always finished his plate.

“I,” you hesitated, not able to conceal you had not taken a single taste of it. Then you shook your head.

“Pity,” he murmured, voice low while he bend his head closer to yours. “I’ll tell you a little secret,” and then he whispered, for the others not to hear, “I made it myself.”

You felt the stir around you, noticed how the other young men and women at the table grew restless at seeing their leader confide in you in hushed tones. There was a certain jealousy radiating off them. Especially the girl to Arthur’s right, the one who had to scoot aside and had been happy to be seated next to him, at first. She seemed angry now that his attention was on you fully. So his charm worked, you thought amused. He has them all in his palm, but could lose them just as easily by making the wrong move.

“Try it,” he urged you. And unable to break your disguise, to give away anything that might prove his suspicions to be true, you slowly picked up your spoon and sipped from the soup.

It tasted… nice.

Good even. Heavenly. You had not thought that such a plain looking soup could contain so much flavor. And you eagerly started to lap it all up.

“What kind of soup is it?” you asked after a few more hasty sips. Your eyes found his again and you could not but notice the small smile that played on his lips as he slowly started to eat from his.

“Lentil soup,” he answered, truthfully. “I am a vegan, but that doesn’t mean I have no taste.”

And indeed, the soup was heavenly. You sat there, hip against hip, while the two of you sipped from your soup in silence. Arthur radiated a warmth that made his presence undeniable. Suddenly, a weight plummeted in your stomach. It was the realization that you had been paid to come here and to murder this man. This hidden five-starred homemade chef.

“They say that the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach,” you murmured, catching Arthur’s attention fully. He tilted his head and looked at you from the corners of his eyes.

“Is that so?” he murmured.

You smiled. “It appears that you will have no trouble in finding yourself a bedmate, Mister Harrow.” Something in his eyes glinted, as if you had unearthed some kind of hidden secret there.

Your retort had given you away though. The expressions of the others at the table should have been a clue as they looked at you in shock. No one called Arthur by his surname except for his enemies. And what you had just done, was betray your identity without you even knowing it. Perhaps you could blame the soup. It was making you drowsy.

“It seems you’re tired,” Arthur whispered near your ear, then turned to the men and women by his side. “Bring her up to my room. I think she could use a laydown.”

Then he was above you again as he made you lie against his chest, vision spinning, head dozy. "Lay her upon my bed," you wondered if you truly heard him say that. Everything had started to spin and sounds became dull. It all was happening so fast. You could just make out his eyes, burning as they looked down upon you, and feel how his fingers slipped inside of your sleeve, taking the vial out between the tips of his fingers. For a moment you feared it had gone, that he had somehow used your own potion on you. But you knew it shouldn’t have worked that fast.

It was a relief to see all the contents were still inside, and to see how Arthur tucked it inside of his own pocket with a slight hum. Then his hair fell around his face again, the imitation of a halo of an angel.

“I had not heard that expression before,” he murmured only for you to hear, his hands gently on the sides of your face. “The way to a woman’s heart seems to be through her stomach indeed. And I promise you, I will cook my homemade soup for you every day after this, if you promise to stay with me.”

Your vision blurred, and with that promise, your consciousness was gone.

AN: Sorry, it became dark again. Ugh. I can’t help it… I have been feeling under the weather even more lately. Can’t wait for tomorrow, new hospital visit, hopefully they’ll find something.

Anyhow. I suppose Arthur became aware of the reader’s intentions and drugged her before she had the chance to poison him. I imagine she wakes up on his bed afterwards and gets a good thorough fucking to be put in her place. I’ll probably try my hand at a fill for this prompt again as it is too good and has so many possibilities <3

#Arthur Harrow x Reader #Assassin Reader #Arthur Harrow x you #arthur harrow drabble #prompt fill #moon knight prompt fill #moon knight #villain x reader #older man x reader #implied x reader #dark romance #dark version

[silkythewriter]

“Love is the greatest loss anyone can experience”

Summary: you were a monster, you knew that but to survive you must claw you way up to victory leaving anyone who stops you dead. Your an assassin, you hunt,kill,and earn so you should’ve known trusting someone would lead you here

This is an assassin reader x assassin character

Small warning!: Betrayal,angst,no happy ending ect.

Small note!: I do use some lines from some very old show or podcast so if you do find the original please tell me so I can give credit <3 also this isn’t a request, I just wanted to do a self project again to help with my writers block hope you understand!

Fandom!: Any and all

Daily song suggestion!:

Your heels clanked against the marble floors of the mansion, god you absolutely hated this job so many lives you took for some pocket change but it was bearable with them around, their warm smile and the way their hand held you closer in some missions in fear for your safety. You thought maybe, just once in your pathetic life you’d have someone to care about and hold when your sad or scared. But reality is a cruel woman that doesn’t hold mercy or pity for anyone. So you should have known what you were getting into and what your  inedible fate would be.

Your face stayed stone cold as your eyes took in every detail of the polished mansion. The white marble floors and walls were unbearably bright and overwhelming but you continued. You had a job- no this isn’t one of your other usual jobs this was a self hired mission. Your agency had nothing to do with this other then provide you the tools needed, finally you stopped in front of a brown wooden door. You hand slowly reached out to turn the knob before quickly darting back. Your knees shook as you body trembled and tears threaten to fall, but you held it together and softly placed your hand on the knob you knew this pitiful problem must come to an end

Finally after a few seconds you swung the door opened and quickly pulled out your pistol. “Y/n!! What a pleasant surprise! Come! Sit sit!” They said with that warm smile that use to bring you joy, but now only bitterness “stop it with the acts already, you fooled me once isn’t that enough?” You asked as you pointed your gun straight at their head “you fooled me, you made me believe you actually cared for my company, my agency. But no instead you ripped it apart with no hesitation no mercy” they said with a grim tone as they rested their elbow on the wooden polished desk and held their head in their hands “but no worries death will soon take you and make you pay for what you done” they giggled as they stood up tall “you know why I had to do it. It was a job to do and you can’t blame me for hurting you while not knowing” you said as your eyes focused on every movement they made “ah, yes yes so what your saying is I should forgive you?, I should take you in with open arms while the memory dances around my mind of my friends and families blood spilling on you? Hm? Should i forgive you after I watched you murder them all without a second thought?” They asked grinning and tilting their head to the side. You hand shook lightly as you face scrunched up in displeasure “I-I don’t - I didn’t-“ you started to stumble and stutter your words at the memory of the carnage “I had to! Your family, your agency were killing innocent people!” You said trying to steady your hand once more “your nothing but a monster! A monster in disguise” you spat out “a monster? If I’m a monster then your the devil himself” they said with a snarl “ have you never thought about the people you killed to claw yourself up to where you are? Haven’t you noticed the numbers of corpus you piled up? Have you no remorse to the people who were in the same position as you? Just following orders to earn ends meat, to live?” Their voice deepened as their eyes pierced your very being

“I’ve had enough of these games, you lied about your past to me and you’ve faked your love for me as well didn’t you” your lips trembled as you continued “I did what I was told, I had to kill to survive, I know I’m a monster that I can accept that and I have no place for calling you one but you and me know damn well you would have done the same” you said as you finally let the tears fall from your eyes “hm, I suppose your right, you’ve always been so smart” they sighed “but I didn’t lie to you about my love, at the beginning yes but I grew to love you, to adore you even, but I had people and family to revenge. And you were the target I did what I had to do to climb my way to my goal. You and I Y/n aren’t so different it seems maybe that’s why I fell for you” they said a frown appearing on their face. The grip on your gun only tightened “ENOUGH!” You screamed as the sound of the gun shooting rang around in the room

Their eyes widened as the bullet charged right through them. They stumbled back and fell back, you walked over pointing you gun at them “your time is up!” You said as you frowned watching them bleed out “then in my last words I love you y/n” they said knowing the pain those word would give you, but yet it was true they had really fallen for you and your beauty but life was cruel and made you paths tangle together in this disarray and misfortune “YOUR DETERMINED TO DIE WITH A LIE ON YOUR LIPS?!?” You yelled in frustration as another bullet was shot. They gasped as they coughed as spat out blood, they smudged the coughed blood on their lip before giving a weak soft smile “I-I love you y/n” they said before giving In to the dark arms of death, you only sobbed as you saw their body go limp “oh god”

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[karionice]

Red-Handed

Word Count: ~1.7k

Pairing: ceo super villain!dokyeom / lee seokmin x assassin!reader (gender neutral)

Genres: sci-fi au, tech empire au, non-idol au, clandestine au, one-shot

Warnings: spicy cuz i see u squinting (no smut tho sorry), drama, crying, slight angst, a swear word, mean dom dk, self-loathing, reader can't move or talk, blindfolded for a bit too, reader and dk are about the same age, mentions of other svt members

"Hey boss, we just apprehended someone trying to infiltrate the headquarters. We found an earpiece from DN on them?"

"...Bring them to me."

How stupid, you thought to yourself. Never in your life had you been so humiliatingly gotten caught on a job. Not only that, but this was also the most important one you'd ever been given.

Yet there you were - in the lair of the city's worst criminal mastermind blindfolded, disarmed, tied up, and being carried like a prisoner by two of your target's heavily armed guards.

You had been told to take down the man in question, Lee Seokmin, undetected then steal precious data from the DK Tower control room before reporting back to base.

He was singlehandedly the biggest thorn in the regime's side - corrupt enough to be trouble and rich enough to stay out of it. His fortune came from his inventions and cunning schemes being sold to underground organizations that wreak havoc with the governing body. His notoriety came from all that wrapped in an enigmatic backstory.

Many have variously tried to kill or capture Seokmin in the past but failed miserably, most of whom never to be seen again. So you were already uncertain when someone more qualified wasn't picked over you. They said it would be okay; you'd be in touch through an earpiece, a tiny camera, you'd have weapons designed to be quiet, you're trained to defend yourself, etc.

Now all of the items that could help you had been taken away and your confidence was fully depleted. As you moved, an arm under each of yours, you were criticizing yourself more and more with each step until finally you took a breath.

No Y/N, you can't give up now. Sure you're as good as dead, you heard the guard. But you know how to put up a fight. If you're lucky, you could even finish your mission.

After what felt like forever and stairs, you heard the sound of a buzzer, a scanner, voice check...parts of an extensive identification system Seokmin himself must have made. After a sound of confirmation, more new sound effects were heard as what sounded like a very secure door opened. Only one guard brought you in.

Even though you were still blindfolded, you could already feel Seokmin's intense gaze on you. You noted how the room smelled like apples - A smell that had never before seemed more sickly.

The guard put you down on the floor, making a single tear come out of one of your eyes. Usually you kept all of your disciplined feelings in check during a mission but today, that had all gone out the window the moment you'd been caught and outnumbered.

Hearing Seokmin's voice for the first time so close by made you jolt involuntarily. "Where did you find them?"

"A security cam spotted something suspicious on the second floor so we had a mini drone scan the vents."

...Mini drone?

"We tracked them, gathered personnel in a room they would pass, then cracked the ceiling underneath them. Now here they are and here's what we got off them, all deactivated."

You heard the sound of a heavy bag being caught across the room and some rummaging. After a moment, you heard Seokmin's voice again.

"Leave us."

Fuck.

You heard footsteps going behind you, the large door closing and locking, then silence.

You squirmed at the sound of Seokmin getting up from his chair and walking towards you. Another tear leaked out as he somewhat gently pulled your blindfold off.

You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting quickly to the refined lighting. Then they widened with shock. If you could have gasped you would have.

As far as you knew, no one had ever gotten anywhere near this close to Lee Seokmin on a mission before, nevermind face to face in his central office. You hated yourself for immediately thinking how the photos you'd been given of the man did not at all do him justice. It sucked for you to admit it in such a position, but Lee Seokmin was beyond the definition of handsome.

"How scandalous..." Seokmin tutted. He put his hands in his pockets, the blindfold sticking out one of them. "Alone in my office...with someone bound and gagged."

He backed up and leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk so that he could really look down at you, chin up. It was like your brain shut down, forgetting all about the mission you were so focused on two minutes ago. The smirk on his face should have also been listed as one of his crimes.

As the gleam in his eyes only grew more wicked, you couldn't help but think that perhaps in another world, a different light in his eyes would make him look kinder, more playful, maybe even loving...

"You poor thing~" Watching his god-like face speak with that mockingly sweet voice was not good for your traitorous heart. "How embarrassing it must have been for you, falling from the ceiling? You came all this way to see me...sincerely, my dear, I'm flattered."

You winced at the memory, then cursed yourself for doing so - all he could see was your eyes and form. Now Seokmin could confirm you were ignoring a lot of pain. He knelt down to brush your hair out of your face, catching you off guard with the gesture then chuckled in a way that made you squirm again. "You can't hide a thing from me, sweetheart. It's just me and you."

You couldn't spit at him so you just let the tears roll and turned your head away. Seokmin tsked and walked back to his desk, leaving you on the floor to take in your surroundings better.

Seokmin's office was high-tech like you'd predicted, but aside from that it was almost normal looking. The windows had red blinds, the ceiling had fancy square lights, and the desk was smooth wood. The carpet you'd been sweating on this whole time had a dark, minimalist pattern. There was even a coffee maker Shubot behind Seokmin's desk.

"Cute, isn't it?" Seokmin smiled, startling you for the umpteenth time. "I've designed my own coffee machines before but no one's is quite as intuitive as Shua's. In fact, a lot of my everyday devices are from Hong Co., but it's such a hassle having to buy under a different name."

Before you could think about how incredulous his contrast in character was from five minutes ago to now, Seokmin suddenly spilled the contents of the bag of your things onto his desk.

"Speaking of tech by the way, compliments to your boss," Seokmin said, inspecting your earpiece keenly. He looked...fondly at the DN Enterprises logo shining in the light. "These gadgets are looking good. Lots of improvement since the last assassin. Looks like my brother's been working hard."

Wait... improvement?? Brother???

The look of realization in your eyes made Seokmin grin even wider, but this time it didn't meet his eyes.

"Chan outdoes himself trying to find me so often, he has no idea how much I love it. It makes me so proud watching him grow as a leader, a scientist...Unfortunately for him, I've always been at least one step ahead. But it helps, I can continue to track his progress from afar like this until we're both finally ready."

So he's not trying to take over the government one day, you pondered. He's waiting for it to match him.

Suddenly everything made sense. Chan's names, the secrecy, his obsession with the city's tech empires, his sadness and...why you'd been sent on a fool's errand alone. Why almost no one who'd ever stepped foot in this building came back.

You realized then and there with a silent whimper that you were never going home. You probably were never meant to and even if you did, the next person sent on this mission would get much closer to succeeding and Seokmin doesn't want that.

"It's such a shame that he's persisted sending these attached to so many mercenaries...I've had to get creative with my disposal methods, it's a waste to damage my brother's work. However..."

Seokmin then pushed away from his desk and removed his jacket, smiling wickedly again at you. Your eyes widened as you abruptly remembered you still hadn't found an escape route that'd be fast enough.

"...I've never actually kept one of his contracts around before, nevermind let them in here. But after seeing your pretty face on my screen I just couldn't help myself."

A chill went up your spine as you watched Seokmin roll up his sleeves and loosen his tie, glinting eyes never leaving yours.

Your fighting instincts finally found themselves again and kicked in. You struggled and rolled around, trying to get away and was able to get your arms unbound from your torso, only for Seokmin to push you against the wall in record speed, a hand around your wrists.

"Not so fast, darling," He whispered deeply with a menacing grin. He used his free hand to untie the cloth around your mouth, making you gasp for air. He then made it hard for you to breathe again by pressing his body completely against yours, one knee between your legs. "You can't win against someone who was trained the same way as you."

Not wanting to give up yet, you forced yourself to meet his eyes. You felt your throat go dry when you saw how much darker they were now than earlier.

"I can see you're a tough one, sweetheart. I like it when I can take my time with someone." The feeling of Seokmin's breath on your skin made you shiver. You were realizing too late how much strength you've lost to fight your body's reactions and now it was being conflicted over his touch.

"I know you want me...I can still see it buried beneath the fear in your eyes."

You struggled again as Seokmin gently rubbed away fresh tears. He then used the same hand to leisurely unbutton the top of his shirt, revealing more of his perfectly smooth skin. It was becoming more and more difficult to not think about how much heat was radiating off of his body, how you could feel the flex of many muscles.

"Don't you worry my dear, I'll take good care of you..." He stroked down your neck with the back of his free hand, making you flinch when you felt the metal of his rings touch your skin.

"Very good care of you."

a/n: mwahahahaha...man I need a lot of therapy

srsly tho my smartwatch said my heartrate was really high after finishing this one whoops TvT

Hope you enjoyed though! ;))

August 2023 edit: Check out my Joshua fic from this same universe here if you'd like!

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[gatitties]

hiii!! can I request some HCs for bonten!Mikey x Mother!Assassin!Reader where Reader and Mikey have a 17 years old secret love child. The scene is Bonten Executives and Assassin!Reader is eating in just yk a local ramen shop and Mikey is asking Reader that he wants to become a father to their child ykyk bcs reader kept it a secret that she was pregnant and raised the child all by herself T__T and when the school called Reader bcs their child stabbed a male student with scissors in their school, Sanzu said "I guess she took her mother's talent. you're in that age too, weren't you?" and reader just went batshit crazy bcs reader doesn't want her child to become like her </3 so reader threw a knife that got stuck in a wooden wall just close enough to make Sanzu's neck bleed a little and after that reader said "If you ever say that again, I'll kill you with the most dullest knife in the world." and then reader left. I WANT TO SEE MIKEY'S AND OTHER EXECUTIVES' REACTION TOO TO THIS HAPPENINGS IF THEY'RE GONNA GO CRAZY TOO OR WHATEVER 🤩🤩 thank u so much!

─Bonten!Mikey x mother!assassin!reader

─Summary: You don't like that your kid looks like you because you don't have the best manners or work

─Warnings: none

─ You weren't proud of your fame as a assassin in the underworld, but work was work.

─ Several years ago you got involved with the leader of Bonten, a one-night stand ended up being something and you started working as an executive for your boyfriend.

─ Although in a 'small accident' you ended up having a child, you weren't sure if Mikey would like to be a father considering his position in society, and despite the fact that you didn't have the best reputation either, you decided to take it on the sly.

─ How you managed to hide your child for seventeen years is a feat knowing the people you associated with, but you were grateful that they didn't poke their noses into your business and that Mikey was a busy man.

─ Of course, you were very lucky during all that time, but it came to an end and he decided to confront you for hiding from him that he had a child.

─ Although you had an argument about that, you reached a halfway point, Mikey wanted to take care of his child and get to know them, however you denied that your little baby knew the dark side of both.

─ Your kid was a little skeptical at first with their 'new' father, but they started to get along after a few months, becoming a relatively normal family if you ignored all the corpses you both carried on your back.

─ Of course, the other executives got to know your kid because it was more difficult to hide that the leader of Bonten was more absent, so now your kid had a few uncles.

─ Now… when they called from school because your 'baby' had fought, rather stabbed another child with scissors, you didn't know how to react, Mikey was the one who took charge of going to school while you stayed at home.

─ At that moment you were all eating, since you had invited them to your house, everyone listened but decided that they had nothing to comment until Sanzu had to open his mouth. "I guess they took their mother's talent, you're in that age too, weren't you?"

─ It took you a few seconds to analyze what the drug addict had dared to say, everyone knew that you didn't like that your kid was involved with the shit they did and you lost it.

─ You grabbed the first sharp object you had at hand, a knife, and you threw it in such a way that Sanzu's neck had a millimeter cut, the knife went past, sticking into the wall. "If you ever say that again, I'll kill you with the dullest knife in the world."

─ The table was silent except for Sanzu's complaints when being lightly treated by Kakucho, everyone looked at each other deciding to shut their mouths knowing that you were upset.

─ The Haitani brothers were trying not to burst out laughing at seeing how you humiliated their co-worker, Mochizuki, Takeomi and Kokonoi were amazed with your aim since they had never seen you doing your job, this scene would definitely be something to talk about if word gets out.

─ The tension in the room didn't go away until you saw your boyfriend and kid appear at the door, although now it was your turn to give your child a talk for having done that.

─ Mikey smiled when he found out what you had done, he wasn't angry about his child's attitude, he simply asked if they had won the fight or not (the result was obvious but he wanted to check it).

─ No one dared to comment on what happened that day and you punished your kid for a week.

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[sunflowersoldat]

All is Fair ~ Waltzes and Wishes (Drabble)

This Drabble takes place after chapter 20!

No warnings it just fluffy. Kinda spoilers if you haven’t read chapter 20 yet!

It had been a couple of days since the incident in Stark tower, you hadn’t reached out to your brother yet and your mind whirled with the uncertain future.

You stared at Steve’s sleeping form from the doorway, he was recovering well, faster than average, must���ve been due to the enhancing treatments from Erskine’s experiments, but he slept a lot. You didn’t mind it too much, it gave you time to think things over, that was both good and bad, on the one hand you over thought everything. You tried to find the missing pieces to the puzzle, and when you couldn’t you made your way to the gym to relieve the pent up stress.

Though you were never gone long, you were too worried Steve would wake up and need you, or that his wound would reopen or… and the list goes on. Steve was a big man, he could take care of himself, but you couldn’t help but think at least some of this was your fault—

“It’s not your fault.”

Wade’s voice sounded from behind you as he shut your front door, you gave him a weary look, “How’d you…”

“I’ve seen that look. Hell, I invented that damn look.” he settled across from you, leaning against the bar. “He looks better.”

“I have you to thank for that… He might not have survived without you.”

Wade shook his head, “Nah. you would have fixed him up just fine, but sometimes someone who isn’t emotionally attached can think clearer in such situations.” he sighed loudly, “When was the last time you left this safehouse?”

Scrunching your brow you shrugged, “I don’t know, why?”

“You look like shit.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, “Thanks Wade, I appreciate it.”

He lifted his shoulder before turning around, picking up your stereo remote, he clicked it on, flipping to an oldies station. The lighthearted music filled the air.

You shot him a glare, “Wade! Turn it off, you'll wake him!”

He shook his head, only lowing the volume a couple of notches, before placing the remote high out of your reach.

“When was the last time I danced with Death my dear?” he sashayed closer, moving to the beat of the music, reaching for you, but you pulled out of his reach.

“Everyday. Besides this is hardly the time for dancing Wilson.”

Ignoring you he began to hum to the current song, idly dancing around your kitchen and living room, “Shalalalalala la ti da.”

“Wade!” you hiss, stepping away from the door to reach for the remote, but he catches you around the waist, twirling you with him.

“Come on kid, you gotta have a little fun once in a while.” he places both your hands in his, pulling you along with the rhythm.

A reluctant smile lifts your lips as the music flows through you. “You’re insane Wilson.”

A bright smile lifts his lips, “Gosh I hope so, I’m not sure a sane person could do the work we do…”

The door to your little apartment opens softly, Jake and Yelena slip into the room, a huge smile splits Yelena’s face as she leans against the wall, tapping her foot to the beat of the music, while Jake makes his way to you and Wade, joining the two of you dancing in the middle of the living room.

He raises a brow, as he pulls you into a pretzel, “When was the last time we did this Peladora?”

Giggling you can barely shrug a shoulder, you honestly couldn’t remember, it had been over a year since the four of you had any genuine fun.

You lost track of time, with each song you were being traded between both Jake and Wade. One moment you were in Wade’s arms doing some off the wall dance move, then you were spun into Jake’s arms, doing the pretzel. Jake spun you outward as ‘can't take my eyes off you’ began to play, his hand released yours, and you ended up stumbling into a mass of warm muscle.

You staggered back, but his warm hands locked around yours, your head tilting back to meet his captivating blue gaze. One side of his lips lifted in a small smile, his brow quirked, “May I?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you glanced around the room, all three of your friends were already halfway out the door, Wade giving you one last wink before closing the door. Leaving you and Steve alone as the music plays around you, “I thought you’d never ask…”

Wrapping his arm around your waist, he interlaced his fingers with yours, swaying you softly to the music. You leaned your head against his chest, and were given a glimpse, as small as it was, it was till a glimpse into what future you could have had.

Your small slice of heaven.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Fate Intervenes

Akira x Wick!Reader

For @morbiusmarauder

The Osaka Continental was under siege. You and your father John Wick, in one of the rare instances, were in the same place at the same time. You were just hoping for a moment of peace with your father but of course, there's no peace with being a Wick.

You and John separated during the fight. You stayed with Akira and Shimazu. You shared little looks of concern with Akira as Shimazu hobbled along.

You exchanged fire with a couple more thugs from the High Table. Akira pulled along her father, "Father we must go"

Shimazu, a man who had been like family to you, clutched his side and shown red on his palm. Akira's eyes locked with yours, pleading.

"We'll get you out of here, sir" you promised as you began the trek down the back way of the Continental.

"Where did he go?" the blind assassin asks the three of you as he blocks the way.

"Caine" you huff, "Shimazu's wounded. Let us pass"

"I can't do that" Caine answers back, "do you know the price of family?"

"They threaten your daughter?" You ask. Akira looks to you and then to Caine in shock.

"Yes." Caine remarks, tapping his sword on the ground. "The one good thing in my life."

"Such is life" you huff. Shizamu takes a stand and readies his sword.

"Let the young ones pass" the older man begs his former friend. "I only speak as a father to another father"

"Please don't do this" Caine's mouth shows a deep frown, one that's bathed in regret as he readies his own sword.

"Sir" you approach Shizamu, "please we'll find another-"

"Protect your family...and mine" Shizamu looks to you, begging you to guide Akira to safety. A little more blood leaks from his wound.

"I am" you answer back before raising your side arm and shooting Caine in the neck. A small dart hits him a split second later.

"They can't hold that against your daughter, Caine." you smirk.

"Be seeing you" Caine smiles as he collapses to the asphalt.

'Be seeing you" you answer back as you grab ahold of Shizamu and limp past the knocked out Caine.

"You keep tranquilizer darts on you?" Akira looks at you concerned.

"Figured they send Caine after my Dad," you admit, "always be prepared for little to no collateral damage"

You load Shizamu into a jeep, Akira jumps in the passenger seat, "I owe you"

"You owe me nothing." you state as you speed out of the Continental. "Gotta get your father some place safe."

"Not that I am not grateful, young Wick" Shizamu winces from the pain, "but that was not exactly honorable."

"I don't think the Marquis de Gramont cares about honor, sir" you answer back as you hold up one of his goon's pins.

"High Table?" Akira readies her own gun

"Some french stooge trying to make a name for himself within the ranks of it." you retort.

"Your father will need your aid." Shizamu speaks up, "both of you" he gestures to you and Akira.

"What do you say, ma'am?" you smile at Akira, "truce?"

"Truce" she smiles back. A small smile made it's way across Shizamu's face.

You'd eventually get Shizamu to the medical attention that he needed. As for you and Akira, the two of you set out to locate Jonathan Wick. The Baba Yaga was going to need all the help he could get.

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[beauleifu]

Hello! I like your writing and I would like to ask a request if your taking them at this time. It would be Mayor x reader (gender neutral). (I'm pretty sure it could count as fluff?? I'm not really sure😅)

The prompt is this: the Mayor and the reader have known each other for a while now, and he comes to visit them often. However the reader has a pretty risky job, being a sort of mercenary/freelance sort of work. While the Mayor isn't aware of how dangerous their job is, he does know it sometimes keeps them away from home for days at a time. One day the Mayor is at their house waiting for them, they had texted him saying that they'd be home by that night and they could hang out once they got there. So he's waiting for the reader, until he hears a noise coming from their bathroom. Thinking it's a home intruder, he goes into the bathroom only to see the reader; bloodied up and injured from a bad day at work. They were rummaging through their drawers looking for medical supplies they had on hand. So the Mayor helps to treat their wounds.

Apologies if this is written confusingly, feel free to ignore this if so.

First off, thanks so much! I love writing and this prompt is SO GOOD, I've kinda twisted it a tad so reader is like a freelance assassin of a sort, not specified, but i hope it meets your expectations

Roughly 2k oneshot, enjoy!! <3

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Working as a freelancer does come with its perks, but tonight has sadly betrayed you. After offering to have the Mayor over and failing to welcome him properly, you're now sitting in your bathroom, trying to make the most of your decidedly horrible day. Job is job. (The ask also provides some context <3)

TW: Blood, language, panic attack, assassin topics

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Damnit!

With a frustrated sort of grunt, you yank off a strip of bandages from the roll, your hands shaking with effort. Unfortunately, your client had failed to inform you about the bodyguards surrounding your target. Funny how such an important detail could be missed.

The consequence has left you with more injuries than you care to count.

Just your luck.

Plus, you'd invited the Mayor - one of your good friends - over to hang out, and he's no doubt already at your door. He's the type to either be early or exactly on time.

It couldn't be any more misfortunate. Time is the bane of your existence. You'd stumbled back home with a wounded shoulder (gunshot, probably), and had barely won a knife fight as you tried to escape (resulting in a few cuts). The operation had failed; your client will indeed be unsatisfied with the still-alive target, but you value your own life over other's desires.

"F-Fuck-" You bite your lip and hiss with pain as you try to apply some rubbing alcohol to the wounds.

There's a large slash to your side that needs immediate attention, but the pain is proving to be almost too great. Sure, wounds come with the mercenary package, and you're used to that.

But your clients normally tell you everything.

The new one is a rookie and all together a disappointment.

People hire you to kill their enemies; those who have wronged them or prove to be too much of a nuisance to their plans. Those unlucky few are reported to you, and a contract is sealed in favor of the target's elimination. Basically, you do the higher-up's dirty work for them.

The Mayor doesn't know this.

And hopefully, if you wear a bunch of layers tonight, he'll never find out.

So your in your bathroom, trying to stop the flow of blood seeping from your wounds. Cuts to your arms, side, and oh hell that bullet to your left shoulder is killing you.

Why are people so stupid!?

Why couldn't the stupid client tell you the target had bodyguards?!

You grit your teeth hard enough to crack a tooth.

It's too much.

You can't-

Suddenly, something reaches your ears. You pause everything, hands frozen at your side and soaked in your own blood. Footsteps are approaching the bathroom door - footsteps you recognize. Oh, fuck.

Three, gentle raps sound on your door. "(Y/N)? Are you in there?"

It's the Mayor.

Of course it's the fucking Mayor. The demon practically breathes bad timing. You suck in a deep, shuddering breath, eyes blurry with pain as you collapse against the wall furthest from the door. There's no way to conceal your presence now; he's well aware and won't leave you alone. "G-Give me a second-"

A hiss of pain slips through your teeth; the cost of speaking is doing numbers to your side injury.

Silence.

Only the soft dripping of your blood hitting the floor can be heard.

"Is the faucet leaking?"

So the Mayor can obviously hear it, then. You close your eyes, fighting for a sliver of strength. "N-No, I . . . n-no . . . I'm gonna have to . . . cancel . . ."

Meaningless words escape you, the intentions being to ask the Mayor to come another day. The prospect of entertaining him in the state your in simply isn't feasible.

Click!

The bathroom door is suddenly enveloped in an icy blue hue. It steals your breath away; you watch with wide eyes as it twists, magically unlocking, and swinging open. How that happened is unimportant.

What's important is the demon standing in the doorway.

The Mayor's blank, white eyes slide onto your broken and bloodied figure, his own neat and tidy in his signature pinstripe suit.

You swallow dryly.

"I-It's not what it looks like-"

His smile suddenly sharpens at the sight of you, becoming twisted and deranged, his eyes flashing with blue. A gust of blue wind blows past you, making you wince and close your eyes.

It's fine.

He's merely clearing the perimeter of any threats. You're used to this.

However, what makes it so anxiety inducing is that it means your injuries are serious. Especially if it seems to alarm the bone demon himself.

You fight the panic, heart hammering in your chest.

He found you.

He'll find out how dangerous your job is, the reason you'd be absent for days on end.

"OUT!" You yelp, clutching the gash on your side with your uninjured arm, the other hanging limp at your side. "G-Get out, I'm fine!"

This is bad. The way your heart's beating is just making the blood flow faster from your words. Eyes wide and riddled with pain and anxiety, you stumble upright. The room sways with your erratic movements.

A hand snatches your wrist. The Mayor's eyes are firm. "That's enough."

"Wha-"

"Sit down," he instructs, taking action so fast it renders you shell-shocked. You hardly resist when the Mayor settles you gently on the bathroom floor.

"I-I'm fine-" You gasp, thoughts foggy and disorganized.

The Mayor's smile is absent as he gathers what little medical supplies you've managed to supply, and perhaps it's that small detail which gives you pause. For now, you sit on the ground without another word, trying to focus on calming down. Gazing dully at the demon, you watch as he unrolls a bit of bandages and brings whatever else down with him as he kneels beside you.

Eyes wide and serious, he takes your chin and tilts your head towards him. "Look at me."

You do so.

The fight is all but lost, anyways.

There's no point in resisting the assistance you obviously require - not like you could, anyways. How helpless you feel, limp on the floor like a ragdoll.

The Mayor searches your eyes for a second, assessing things unknown to you.

Something flickers in his gaze; he gently presses his hand to the bullet wound on your shoulder, eyes hardened and focused.

Pain.

It flares through your body like a fucking wildfire.

"Stop!" You scream, twisting away from the awful, white-hot agony pulsing from the Mayor's hand. Tears blur your vision, your head feels light, your heart seeming to stop. It's too much. "Stop it-!"

A hand to your chin drags you back to reality. The Mayor forces your head back to him.

"Look at me," he growls.

You swallow, positively shaking with pain and panic.

Eyes never leaving yours, the Mayor presses his hand to your shoulder once again. You wince, gasping out, but the demon shushes you gently. "Enough. Just breathe, (Y/N). I'm simply extracting the bullet from the wound."

You have to squint to stay focused. The Mayor's hand is cold against your skin, pulsing with an icy blue magic.

After a moment of gritting your teeth against the pain, the feeling recedes slightly. A dull throbbing is all that's left, and you blink wearily up at Lady Bone Demon's henchman.

He merely holds up a bloody bullet between two fingers.

The smile is back.

You're going to be just fine.

"F-Fuck you," you gasp, unaware of how your fingers have slid through his (the one previously holding your chin), and gripping tightly.

He hums, clearly unbothered by your tactless insult. Instead, he takes up a damp rag and begins washing the blood off.

"May I ask what resulted in all these injuries?"

You close your eyes.

He's a demon. An incredibly powerful demon, who no doubt has ended countless lives over reasons we shall never disclose. The news that you work as a freelancer probably won't stun him as bad as you'd previously feared. In the end, you decide to scrap your anxiety.

"Work," you mumble, and it's silent except for the few noises of discomfort on your end.

The Mayor blinks slowly, eyeing you carefully. But the rag never recedes from your wounds. "I see. . . . Does this happen often?"

"No . . . it was just - just a mix-up."

A long, thoughtful hum meets your words, but your eyes are closing. Your heart is slowing down. It seems as though the bullet in your shoulder was the cause of all your pain, and now it's gone.

Or perhaps you've gone numb, your body deciding to spare you.

Either way, you don't care.

You're tired.

"I think I'll stay a little longer tonight," the Mayor says suddenly, smile somewhat forced. "I'm afraid I can't leave you like this."

"I don't care," you huff, then take another breath. "I've had worse."

"Oh, I can imagine," he returns dryly.

So he's not taking shit from you. Well, that's just fine and dandy. You try to resist his help a few more times, but the demon is quick to shut you down. And, after you've showered to wash the blood off and he's mopped up the crimson remains of your little adventure off the bathroom floor, you're both sitting on the couch in the living room. You; a disheveled, battered mess of a human being with baggy clothes to accommodate for your wounds, and the Mayor.

As always, your companion is dressed to perfection with a smile to complete the look. This time around, however, his smile is forced and strained.

You know why.

What should he think after discovering you so close to death in the bathroom? Covered in blood (most of it your own)?

So you glance apologetically at the demon sitting next to you. The TV is forgotten for the moment. "Hey. I, uh . . . I'm sorry. For coming home all banged up."

"I wasn't worried," he replies simply.

Something tells you that's a lie. Your frown deepens, and you stare at your hands in shame. "Sorry I scared you."

"I was more confident in my ability to heal you than fretting over your survival."

"I'm sorry for lying?"

At this, the Mayor offers a more gentle smile. "My dear, everyone has their secrets! There's no harm in keeping the few that pose a threat to others to ourselves," he ads mysteriously, white eyes twinkling with amusement.

You return the smile faintly, hugging yourself in your pajamas. The pain is almost gone, now; the bone demon had used his magic to heal the biggest wounds, and now you're partly mummified.

"Okay. Thanks for helping me."

"You would've died had I not," the Mayor says casually.

"Yeah." You glance sideways, gently feeling the areas in which your injuries are located. Everything will heal in time.

The TV becomes the sole noise for a bit.

Then, the Mayor directs his attention to you once more. You'd think he has an offer for sleep, considering the time, but his next words confirm your suspicions incorrect. "I assume your injuries will render you fatefully unavailable for any future freelancing for awhile, correct?"

You falter. "But . . . I need work."

"I'm afraid you need to heal, my dear!" The Mayor says, grinning widely. It's a grin that warns you not to object.

"Ah . . . And I suppose you'll want to be my caretaker?"

The threat in his expression softens, and the Mayor's eyes fix on the TV, satisfied with your question. "Indeed. I have nothing better to do, anyways."

"Lucky me," you snort.

He hums in agreement. "Yes, you would've-"

"Died without you, I'm aware," you interrupt, suddenly grinning. For the next few weeps at least, you'll be under the care of your good friend. It's not a bad feeling that fills you up; in fact, you're excited to spend more time with the Mayor. "You must love repeating yourself., dude."

"Mock me, won't you? Freelancing isn't the only activity that results in injury."

"Ooh, I'm scared."

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[horrorlove14]

The Trickster and His Assassin Darling- Dead by Daylight

Pairing: Ji-woon Hak/ Trickster x Female Assassin Killer! Reader

Warnings: Blood, murder, death, smut and use of weapons

The trickster's darling was an infamous assassin in her past life where she was often sought out by gangs, the mafia, corrupt businessmen and politicians for her services around the globe.

She used her beauty and sweet personality to take advantage of her targets before revealing a sadistic and wicked side and killing them.

When she got taken by the entity after getting killed during a police chase to become a killer for their realm, she readily agreed because she had this opportunity to work with other killers and fulfil her bloodlust at the same time.

She eventually met Ji-Woon Hak a.k.a The Trickster who was a K-pop idol in his past life who murdered his victims with his weapons, especially his knives to record their screams of terror for his music.

She and Ji-Woon ended up in an intense relationship where she can communicate with him in Korean thanks to her being able to speak multiple languages fluently and they share the same kinks and bloodlust together.

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Present time

After a trial, the entity allows the killers and survivors to rest up before the next trial. Ji-Woon looks forwards to this because he gets to return to his shared home with his darling so they could practice using their weapons together and make love to each other.

His darling greets him with a bruising kiss despite the fresh blood on his face which she loves before leading him to their bedroom.

Jiwoon has his hands all over her body as he worships her by kissing the exposed skin on her scarred and tattooed body which she got during her missions in her past life.

"Honey, I'm feeling rather horny since I've been having filthy thoughts while I was away from you," he said while running his hands all over her and kissing her at the same time.

She smiles in acknowledgement as she pushes him onto their bed before stripping off her clothes and tossing them aside. She and Ji-Woon would perform a ritual where they would cut their hand open with a knife to smear blood on each other before they make love.

Their lovemaking involves knife and blood play where they would inflict cuts on each other's bodies which would be healed instantly since they're supernatural beings after all. She would ride on his fully erected dick as he holds onto her hips as she moans from the pleasure she was receiving while he marks her body with scratches onto her blood-smeared skin with his nails and thrusts into her tight pussy.

As they are reaching the climax, they can feel their bodies getting hot from the high they are experiencing during the act before cumming together. For the aftercare, they would take a bath together and have a heavy makeout session since they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

When they are practising for their upcoming trials together, they would practice throwing their knife-throwing skills where he would try to distract his darling with random kisses and hugs but she would scold him for being distracting before paying him back with a forehead flick.

When the entity summons her to be the killer for a trial, he would wish her good luck with a kiss and observes her stalking the survivors before unleashing her bloodlust and hooking them onto the few hooks within the areas.

After it is over, she returns back to Ji-Woon who greets her with butterfly kisses and praises her for being such a good killer that it turns him on.

She ends up giving him a blow job despite her blood-soaked face to satisfy him as he grips and digs his fingers into her hair while muttering about how good he's feeling under his breath.

He loves how his darling was able to fulfil his every sexual urge and fantasy without question and thanks the entity for bringing her into his existence.

He ends up cumming inside of her mouth, all over her face and his pants but couldn't care less since he is satisfied now and he zips up his pants before picking her up from the ground.

"Oh honey, you look so pretty with blood and my cum all over your face," he said as he lifts her chin with his finger before leaning forward to kiss her and she returns it back since they love each other in their own twisted, messed up way but at least they will be together forever within the realm they currently live in.

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[urlocalterrorist]

Why aren't you scared of me?

Assassin reader x Tanjiro

Reader's pronounce: female (she/her)

(Y/n) is part of team that calls themselves the "light foxes". They promised to the people of their country that they will punish every criminal on earth, for the name for their God. But all they do is condemns and suspects kids, man and women, for crimes they never did. After that they kill them. In front of the sun. (Y/n) had enough. She can't see the inosent peoples dying faces anymore. So she turn against her own kind. She is no longer a light fox. No, no, she is the shadow, that drowns the light, the wolf that kills the foxes. It's been exactly 3 years she killed everyone of them. And now she wonders the land of Japan. Hunting down demons fun. She is almost at the point to became a hashira herself. But would she be able to keep herself under control?

Warning

This series will contain: Violence, Gore, dark themes, Reader has blood lust, Reader has no control over herself, Psycho/Yandere like behavior, Stalking

If you're uncomfortable or sensitive any of them above, please search for a nother blog or read this series with your own risk. You've been warned.

Editing T-cat is here

I think this came out to be a shorter chapter than i thought it will.... I also wanted to add my own oc to this story and if you guys would like to, i can write a story fo them to! Anyways i hope everyone is doing well and have a great day!

Editing T-cat is out

Chapter 3

"I'm Kamado Tanjiro" he said. "You should lay down and take a rest your wounds seems deep" he taked on step close to you, you let go of the thread of the bow and put it in the air. "No need. I'll be fine." you put your hand back to your bow's.

"Treat his wounds first, it seems like it's been there for a while now, it may get infected." Tanjiro blinked once and he turned to the kid with the drum "Right!" he said and then there he was, treating the little kid's wounds while you looked out of the door. Just in case you walked to it and you leand against the wall, and looked out.

"Alright. All finished." He said. "Doesn't hurt anymore right?" he asked while you made sure noone was coming. "yes..." Answered the boy. You made your attention hallway towards the three. "Can you tell me what happened here?" silence. The boy fell silent for a minute.

"I was taken by that monster and... And... It wanted to eat me. And the another monster came out of nowhere." you lifted your head down, the grip on the bow tightens. It's okay (Y/n).. Don't loose your cool, you ganna kill them anyway. "They... started to try and kill each other. I think they were deciding on Who gets to eat me." you were dead sure you ganna kill everyone here.

"And... And then, that monster with a drum growing out of its body, after that monster was taken out by the others, the drum fell out. Beating it causes the rooms to change, so.... I've been using it up until now."

You sighed. Nothing in the hallway yet. You tuned your head back to the tree other person in the room with you. You can't help but let memories rush through your head. You remember the afully hard trainings, the selection that only you survived.

There were 300 of children. The purpose of the selection was to survive winter, and the rules was simple to: team up is allowed, killing each other is allowed. You remember how the count down, you remember watching your friends, dying, trying to kill you, suffering.

The selection was a pain. Literally hell. You managed to get out of there alive, was pure luck. After that they wanted to control you like a puppet, you were the most talented and the strongest Light Fox ever seen. They gave you high quality clothes, food, mask everything. Yet, you painted your uniform to black along with your mask, and turn against them.

You didn't wanted to being part of this cult, to let innocent people's blood stick to your hands, to your clothes. You didn't wanted to kill anyone but..... They would never listen to you.

"Impressive! You're both very strong!" Tanjiro's sudden voice brought you back to reality. "We'll be going now." you taked a look out of the door and saw the demon with the drums. You put your hand in front of Tanjiro and pulled him behind you, all though nobody was there to protect the kids, taked out an arrow.

"Shadow breathing," you pulled the thread of the bow backwards along with the arrow and pointing at the demon's head. "9th form:" your not ganna miss now "sniper" you let go of the thread and the arrow got shot in the air, and hit the demon's head. Sometimes the head blows up into pieces but this time it didn't.

The demon fell backwards with a loud thumb and slowly started to turn into dust. In the boys hand, the drum seems to disappear, and you turned your attention to Tanjiro behind you. Was he this pretty all this ti- snap out of it (Y/n) remeber, you aren't here to fall in love. Your were now glad that your mask covers your face so he can't see your flustered face.

"We should get out of here as soon as possible." you suggest looking at the two kids, then Tanjiro's voice was the thing you heard. "Right, we should get going."

You finally stepped outside of the mansion, the other behind you. Everything seemed so calm to you until.... "Pull out your sword and fight you cowardly weakling!!" you eyed the situation in front of you; a blond boy protecting a box, he is been beaten up by this.... Moron, with a board mask. You didn't think to much of it, before that guy could hit one more time, you were already there, rushing towards him, and drop kick him in the head.

He then hit the ground with a thump, and he was back up again on his feet. You were suprised a little, but not to much, it's not like you care if he dies or not. He tried to attack back, kick you in the head like you did, but you easily dodged, going backwards. He tried two more times before you activated one of your breathing style forms, and knock him out completely with a final kick.

As you did, you wanted to patch the blond up, but before you could walk up to him, pain rush through your chest from the wound you got, causing you to drop on your knees, and groan to the feeling of this sharp and sudden pain. You put an arm on your chest, when you felt somone approaching your aurora.

You didn't even looked up you just taked a looke at your hand that you put on your wound, your glove was soaked wet from your own blood, you must had stated to bleed again when you kicked the moron in the head for the first time, and you didn't notice it. Your head feels light, when you finally look up, you see Tanjiro rushing to you before, your vision get blurry and dark....

"How was your day (y/n)?" said Venator. They were the youngest coworkers you ever seen. And to be honest, she is the strongest. She has 8 dragons, and thank God only 3 of them are adults. "Nothing special, just watching exacutions, making sure noone will try to get to close, ect." you answered.

They put hand on your shoulder and then they tip-toe close to ears and wisper "You know i hate this place to, we think the same of the exacutions, when ever you think of a plan, just say it to me, and we can do it together."

Your eyes widen. They know? She then continued "We sgould get going they may get suspicious of our speach." then they stepped back and went out side, they only taked one step outside, but her baby dragons were already all over their body. Although Venator is only 11, they are right. You hated these exacutions, and they hated to, but how do they know?

You would lie if they were helping you to get everyone killed. Without their help, you could die on the spot.

You try to open your eyes, but the only thing you see is the sunlight, you groaned out in response and sit up. You checked if your mask was still on, for the love of God yes it was. You looked down to see your wound properly patched up, and the bleeding stopped to.

You looked over to that board masked, animal, but it was nowhere to be seen, instead it was now nagging Tanjiro. You stood up to walk closer to them. It seems like he noticed you being awake. He gave you a smile "You finally awake!"

"I am. Who are these two?" asked Tanjiro hoping at least he got the names of the boy and the wild animal next to you. "This is Zenitsu Agastama" he pointed at the blonde and then at he pointed at the board "and this is Inosuke Hashibira." He finished his sentence. Then he pointed at you, and continued. "We still don't know your name."

You almost forget to introduce yourself to the people. But you can't give your real name to them, can you? You are one of the most wanted person in your county alongside with Venator. "Oh! My name is (L/n) (Y/n)" you answered him. Than this... Zenitsu started clinging on your waist "(Y/n)-chan! Is so strong and i'm sure she is prettty to!" Disgust was writen all over the face of your under the mask. What does he think he is doing?

"PLEASE MARRY ME!!" you slowly started to reget saving this idiot. And thank god Tanjiro hit him on the back of the head, "Can't you see (y/n)-Chan is not comfortable with this type of action!?"

After this Tanjiro's crow aplit out a medicine patch that smell like wisteria, i guess it was for those kids not to get attacked in the future. We said our goodbye, and continued our journey. But, sometimes you just can't brush off the feeling that someone is watching you.

"What do you think Aestas? Our friend who we saved long time ago is now a demon slayer like us." Venator's voice rang as they petted their Aestas neck. He graned at it as they fly in circles and circles above the 4. Then Aestas let out a somewhat roar. "It's okay nobody will hurt us. I'll make sure noone finds out about you and your siblings existence"

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