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A/N: idk. I’m just simping. Hopefully u too. <3 Thinking about Yandre Mafia Man!
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Yandere Mafia Man! Who treats you like royalty. Every day you receive new clothes and gifts in the mail. That one piece of clothing you stared at the store? It’s at your house by noon. Oh, you want a car? Well why not two?
Yandere Mafia Man! Who stops at nothing to ensure you live comfortably. Each gift, every item is a reminder for others to know whom you belong to. Him.
Yandere Mafia Man! Who’s so lovesick and delusional he does whatever you’ll say in hopes of you accepting him. Giving you his complete support and obedience making you hold the leash he wears.
Yandere Mafia Man! Whose love is as intense as his criminal activities. It’s always candlelit dinners, moonlit strolls, and handwritten love letters. He watches you when you’re sleep. You’re adorable you know that?
Yandere Mafia Man! Who becomes nothing but pudding in your arms. His kisses are so sweet, like sugar, and his touch is tender. He willingly submits to you, loving the way you take control. After all you’re his and he’s yours.
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Say it ain’t so
[a/n: this is also posted on my ao3. It’s not permitted to be posted anywhere else without my permission, approval, or consent. If you see it elsewhere please notify and thank you! I also do requests.]
Alastor isn’t fond of media.
That includes the flat screen who hasn’t shown his face on the news or any other television program. It doesn’t particularly affect him but it certainly raises his questions. He watched as the lights flickered and sparks flew from the power lines. It was a hunch. A theory even but his suspicions were most likely correct. If the missing overlord and glitchy effects were anything to go by.
Perhaps, his dear friend deserved a visit? For entertainment of course.
But he should inform Charlie of his decision. In case things go differently. Walking down the stairs he made eye contact with the lady herself. His eyes curved to the shape of smile which pulled his lips ever so tightly.
“Charlie, my dear, I’ll be busy this evening so continue your activities.” His voice getting rather monotonous when he continued. “With everyone else. Ta Ta!”
She gives him a wave and her eyes crinkle from how genuine she is. It makes Alastor raise a brow but he gives a curt nod.
As the radio demon left the hotel he went into the streets of hell. Alastor roamed the twisted alleyways of Hell, his senses were assaulted by the sights and sounds of suffering. Pure filth and cruelty, it was perfect. Tormented souls writhed in agony, their anguished cries echoing off the decaying walls. The air was thick with the stench of despair, a humble reminder of the eternal torment that awaited those damned to this infernal realm.
And he is one of them.
Instead of the usual blare of media screens that adorned the buildings the screens eerily silent. Not even on, Alastor noticed. The absence of the incessant drones capturing others secrets made him even more confused. But his questions were answered when the televisions on the displays lit up. The 666 news channel started playing.
Ah! Finally, Vox must’ve fixed—
But the sinners thoughts were interrupted as he saw the screen. It was Velvette not Vox. Involuntarily his smile twitched and his nails gripped his staff. Leaving the man even more confused than he was before.
Alastor doesn’t enjoy being the one in the dark, perhaps it was time to shine some light on this subject.
A wicked smile tugged at the corners of Alastor's lips as he snapped his fingers, summoning his shadows to envelop him. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, he allowed the darkness to swallow him whole, transporting him to his intended destination. His yellow teeth are put into a devilish grin.
How interesting.
.˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.˚🦈˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.
Wires bent and stretched in the sinners palms. The televisions screen flashed blue before malfunctioning and his body twitched as his chest heaved up and down. Thirsty for air. His once-sharp voice module crackled with static, sending jolts of pain through his system with each attempt to speak.
”Va-a” Vox’s throat burned for relief but he was given none when a raspy cough left him. “Val? Valentino?”
He called for his business partner but he was given no feedback. Not even Velvette?
Shit he’ll overheat like this.
His fans were barely cooling his rising temperature. Vox wasn’t sure if he would be able to cool himself down. The televisions surroundings seemed to blur as his vision began to falter, the relentless heat threatening to overwhelm his systems entirely. Fuck, fuck, fuck—
“My, my! Hello old friend,” A voice laced in static broke Vox from his thoughts. “You seem to be in quite the predicament.”
An intrigued hum left the deers mouth. His crimson eyes crinkled in amusement as he stared the younger man. Vox gulped down some of his saliva. His screen buffering with pixelated black and white before showing his face again.
“You-!$*sa…!”
”Hm?”
His fingers curled scrapping the floor with his claw marks. “What..” Vox used his hypnosis eye. “Are you doing here?”
“I’m here for the entertainment, my friend.” His eyes gazed into Vox’s. “Not for your little tricks.”
A grumble was his reply.
“So, it’s seems like you are in quite the situation. Ha ha.”
“No shit, Alastor.”
Alastor chuckled darkly at Vox's words. "Well, well, looks like the overlord Vox is having a bit of trouble." He paced around Vox, his shadowy form casting an eerie aura in the dimly lit room. “Where’s your beloved moth?”
Vox felt himself tense.
“Who gives a shit? I-$!sdo-dn’t!!” His screen buffered.
The deer chuckled at his behavior and gave the tv screen a light tap with cane. Making the screen return to his usual face.
"Fear not, my dear friend, for I have come to offer my assistance."
Vox's screen flickered as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Help? From you? I'd fucking trust Lucifer over you.”
Alastor's grin widened, revealing his sharp teeth. "Ah, but you see, Vox, you are desperate, are you not? And who better to assist you in your time of need than the one and only Radio Demon? Your rival.”
Vox hesitated, weighing his options. This was probably a one in lifetime experience. Call him a simp but to be nursed by Alastor…. The thought wasn’t repulsive. But if this was all just a stupid joke he’d fucking kill himself-or Alastor. He wasn’t sure which he actually wanted.
Despite his pride, he reluctantly accepted Alastor’s offer. "Fine," he agreed, his voice strained. "But don’t you fucking try something."
“Splendid! What a pleasant surprise.”
With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned his shadows once more, manipulating them with expert precision. The screen displayed a “Danger!” sign and Vox covered himself in electricity. Static shock sending throughout his body.
“Ah, ah! Don’t move Vox,” The overlord shivering when Alastor said his name. “They don’t bite.”
Shadows danced around Vox, cooling his overheated systems and stabilizing his malfunctioning circuits. Slowly, Vox felt the intense heat dissipate, replaced by a welcome sense of relief. He didn’t know Alastor’s shadows were able to that. In fact, he liked to believe that he knew a lot about Alastor. Because.. they’re rivals of course.
As the shadows receded, Vox's screen cleared, displaying his image without any glitches or distortions. He blinked in surprise, momentarily speechless. He… helped Vox?
"Consider it a favor, Vox," Alastor said nonchalantly, though a hint of amusement lingered in his tone. "But remember, every favor comes with a price."
Vox gritted his teeth, knowing all too well the nature of deals made with demons. "I won't forget it, Alastor," he replied through clenched jaws. "And I won't owe you anything."
Alastor chuckled ominously, his red eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll see about that, Vox. We'll see."
The sinner got up from his bed and approached Alastor and spoke softly. “Thanks.. I guess.” Alastor’s gaze softened at his words even if Vox wasn’t aware he heard.
”Hm? Im afraid you’ll have to speak up, dear.”
”I said..” He bit his lip. “Fuck you!”
”I think, I should’ve let you fry up.”
the moment tadc ep 2 dropped:
Majority of the Jax simps: He is evil! Cruel. Dare i say, a bitch. Gooseworx: u dont say 👁️👄👁️
Gangle: 👁️👄👁️💧 my comedy mask—
Jax: took ya long enough.
I think he wants to tell you something…
plz plz plz
Ya’ll ever read a story and…
Character: hey baby…
Y/n: blushes
the actual reader: cringes lmao ew.
😭 or just me?
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <-me screaming at you🥰🫶🫶
UWAHHHHHHHHHHHHH - me squealing at you <333 💗🫶
Ty for using the inbox Misa!! It’s my favorite thing of tumblr tbh :3
have a junk food :3 🍔🍟🥤
they are the same person. you can’t convince me otherwise.
🗣️ speak facts
Since it's pride month I'm going to say. Can we stop making fun of adults who don't have sex. Not even particularly asexuals, just general people who don't like sex personally or don't want to have it for whatever reason. It's just not great to portray people who don't have sex as weird losers or naive little kids or whatever, even as a joke
Deadly Indifference | one-shot
Deadpool X M!Reader
tw: swearing, mentions of sew a slide thoughts (from both tbh)
Summary: Deadpool wants you to show emotion. (And bugs the crap out of you.)
You sat tied to a chair, remarkably composed despite the circumstances. It’s been your third time getting kidnapped this week and it’s only Tuesday. The man who kidnapped you must’ve died already because a man in red and black walked through the door. He mimed the motion of up and down that you felt too familiar to notice.
“Hey there, buddy,” Deadpool chimed cheerfully, pacing around you. The ropes that tied your wrists to the chair felt surprisingly loose.“You know, most people would be sweating their balls off right about now. But, you’re just chillin’. I like that.”
You glanced up at him with a mild shrug, a gesture that only seemed to fuel Deadpool’s curiosity.
He’s a chatterbox.
“I gotta admit,” Deadpool continued, leaning in close with an exaggerated whisper, his mouth touching your ear. “I’m kinda into this whole ‘I don’t give a crap if Deadpool kills me’ vibe you’ve got going on. It’s refreshing. It’s… kinda hot.”
You raised an eyebrow, your expression betraying a hint of amusement. What is he even saying?
“Are we gonna do this or what?” you asked, your voice flat.
Deadpool stepped back, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Wow, straight to the point! I like it. No foreplay, just bam, let’s get this show on the road. Alright, let’s see if I can make you squeal.”
“Good luck with that,” you replied dryly.
“Okay, tough guy,” Deadpool muttered, starting to circle you with exaggerated steps. “You know, most people are all ‘Oh no, Deadpool, please don’t hurt me! I have a family!’” He gave a side eye (somehow?) through the mask. Or they’ll say ‘No, I haven’t closed my tabs and my web browser history isn’t deleted!’ But you, you’re just sitting there like you’re waiting for your Uber Eats.”
“I did order some food before I got kidnapped,” you replied. “It might be waiting outside.”
Deadpool paused, tilting his head. “What did you get?”
“Chimichangas,” you said with a faint hunger in your eyes.
Deadpool’s eyes widened behind his mask. “You’re serious?”
“Yep. Thought I’d try them out.”
Deadpool’s posture relaxed, and he leaned against the back of your chair. Putting his arm on top of your head like you’ve been childhood best friends. “You know, I like you. You’ve got style. Most people don’t appreciate a good chimichanga.”
He said, as if he wasn’t trying to kill you two minutes prior.
“Are we going somewhere with this?” you asked, your tone still indifferent. You brought this question up a second time. Was he still trying to kill you?
“Right, right, getting sidetracked,” Deadpool said, snapping back to the task at hand. “So, here’s the deal: I’m gonna try and scare the crap out of you, and you’re gonna react like a normal human being. Got it?”
“Sure,” you agreed, not sounding convinced.
“Alright!” Deadpool clapped his hands together. “Let’s start with something simple. How about… I cut off a finger?”
You held up your hand, which was still loosely tied. “You gonna untie me first, or do I do it myself?”
Deadpool rolled his eyes. “You’re really killing the vibe here, you know that?”
You shrugged again. “Look, man, it’s been a long week. Just get on with it.”
Deadpool sighed dramatically. “Okay, okay. Plan B.” He suddenly leaned in close, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “We are going to start an only fans.”
You looked at him, deadpan. “Seriously? No one is going to pay for that shit.”
“Hey, people totally dig the whole “I got kidnapped by a hot anti-hero and now I’m slowly falling for them.” Deadpool retorted, pointing at the screen, hoping whoever reading this did not have a watt pad phase.
“This is ridiculous,” you muttered.
“You’re right,” Deadpool said, standing up straight and tossing the a coin aside. “You know what? You’re impossible to scare. So, I’m gonna make you wish you’d never crossed paths with me.”
Without warning, he drew one of his katanas and sliced a shallow cut across your cheek. The cold steel was sharp, precise, and for the first time, you felt a sting of pain.
The burn of cut flesh.
“Finally,” you muttered, almost relieved.
Deadpool noticed the change in your eyes—the hint of happiness, the glimmer of anticipation. He smirked under his mask, raising the blade as if to deliver the final blow.
You closed your eyes, ready to embrace the end. But then, nothing.
You opened your eyes to find Deadpool standing there, the blade poised but unmoving. He tilted his head, studying your reaction.
“Aw, were you actually looking forward to that?” Deadpool asked, his tone mockingly sweet.
Your expression darkened, and anger flared in your eyes. “You…”
Deadpool sheathed his katana, chuckling. “Gotcha. ❤︎ Think I’m going to let you die? Nah, you’re my new piss boy!”
“You are such an ass,” you snapped, genuinely pissed off now.
Deadpool laughed heartily, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Finally! A reaction! See? I knew you had it in you.”
He ruffled your disheveled hair. “Who’s a good boy?”
You glared at him, what a loser. “Actually fucking kill yourself.”
“Not today,” Deadpool said, still chuckling. He untied your ropes with a flourish. “Let’s go get those chimichangas.”
As the two of you headed out of the warehouse, you couldn’t help but shake your head at the absurdity of it all. Were you getting kidnapped again? Did it count if you voluntarily? Would Deadpool ever shut up and just kill you?
“So,” Deadpool said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “How’s your spice tolerance?”
“Depends,” you replied. “Are you paying?”
“You wish.” Deadpool chuckled.
Bitch.
a/n: Lowkey kinda cringed. But eh. Can’t wait for the deadpool and wolverine movie to come out so I can write for the two of them. (making out) feel free to request :)
Saving You Again | one-shot
Miguel O’Hara X M!Reader
Summary: You’re a scientist who’s always in the wrong situation at the wrong time. Lucky your neighborhood (grumpy) spider-man is here to save the day.
Nueva York, 2099.
The towering skyscrapers and neon lights painted a vibrant picture of the future, but inside the sleek halls of Alchemax, things were as chaotic as ever.
“Not again,” Miguel muttered to himself as alarms blared through the building. He raced down the corridors, already knowing who was responsible.
You.
As he reached the lab, he found you surrounded by an enormous pile of ash and smoke, frantically trying to shut down an overloading machine.
“Move!” Miguel barked, shoving you aside with surprising gentleness before his hands flew over the controls, quickly stabilizing the system.
You looked up at him with a sheepish grin. “Thanks, Spider-man! Luckily you are bigger nerd than me.”
Miguel sighed, giving you a glare. “That’s not what matters.”
Despite his stern words, there was a softness in his eyes. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to save you from one of your own experiments. In fact, it had become a regular occurrence.
A bit too regular.
“Seriously, [Name],” Miguel continued, his tone exasperated yet affectionate. You got in trouble enough times Spider-man knew your name! (Or maybe it was on your name tag.)
“One of these days, you’re going to blow up the entire lab.”
You laughed, scratching the back of your head. “But then you wouldn’t have anything to do.”
Miguel rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Let’s just move you to a safer position.”
As he escorted you out of the lab, you slapped his shoulder with enthusiasm. Despite his gruff exterior, Spider-man always seemed to be there for you, protecting you from your own recklessness.
“Yo, Spidey! Next time we meet if you save me again we should go out to eat.”
The masked man stared at you, shook his head, and pinched the bridge of his nose. You thought that meant no but his reply was a tiny whisper.
“Sure.”
.—🕷️—.
The second time it happened, you were in the middle of recalibrating a plasma conduit. One wrong move sent the entire system into overdrive, and the containment field started to fail.
“Ahh! Fucking run guys!” you screamed, dodging a burst of energy.
The other scientists on your lab team dashed out of the room, exiting the building. You turned to leave but then spotted your manga comic you had been reading and didn’t finish.
You’re not wasting a good ten bucks of illustration and hot men!
A blast of power was hit in your direction but something grabbed your waist pulling backwards. You watched your manga obliterate right in front of your eyes.
Damn.
Spider-man appeared almost instantly, his enhanced reflexes allowing him to shut down the conduit before it could explode. He turned to you, a mix of frustration and relief in his eyes.
At least, you thought so. He kinda had a masked on.
“Seriously?” he huffed, his tone tired, like he just wanted to flop down on the couch on Young Sheldon or something. “How do you keep getting into these situations?”
You cracked a nervous smile. “Luck? I mean I’m a scientist, c’mon!”
He sighed, shaking his head. “You need to be more careful.”
This dude seemed to sigh a lot around you.
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “Wanna grab an early dinner now?”
Miguel hesitated, his mask concealing his expression but not the uncertainty in his body language. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright, fine..but understand that you don’t need to repay me. This is my job.”
Your eyes lit up, and you couldn’t help but grin. “I know a great place that sells empanadas just a few blocks from here. And hey, can’t I just take you somewhere and call it a date?”
Spider-man chuckled softly, the sound muffled by his mask. (But you sure it was a laugh.) “Yes, I suppose? Let’s get the carne ones though.”
The fact that you were walking next to a superhero, it felt like a fever dream. You chatted about trivial things, from your favorite manga series to the latest advancements in tech.
(Not sure, if it’s allowed to be leaked but since it’s Spider-Man it’s okay.)
When you finally reached the restaurant. Spider-Man removed his mask just enough to eat, revealing a sharp jawline and striking features. It was a rare sight, one that made you appreciate the man behind the Spider-man persona even more.
Woah. Was that fangs? ᡣ𐭩
Hot.
“Wow, you look…ho— cool!” you spoke, giving him a feral grin.
He rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”
As you both dug into your food, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Despite his gruff exterior, Miguel had a dry sense of humor that you found endearing. He told you stories of his past escapades, and you shared some of your own, albeit less heroic, adventures.
Like the time you ate cookies that had marijuana by accident and thought you were going to die.
After finishing your meal, the two of you walked back towards Alchemax, the city lights reflecting off the sleek surfaces of the buildings. There was a comfortable silence between you, a mutual understanding that didn’t require words.
“Thanks for dinner,” Miguel said, his tone softer than usual. “And seriously, try to stay out of trouble.”
You nodded, giving him a playful salute. “Yes, sir. No more exploding labs.” A small grin forming on your lips. “No promises though.”
He gave you a lingering look, as if trying to gauge your sincerity, before finally nodding.
“Take care.”
Noodles | one shot
Saitama X Gn!Reader
Summary: You meet a bald hero. He always appears at the most random moments. (Not that you particularly mind)
In the bustling aisles of the local grocery store, a battle of wills erupted over a simple pack of discounted instant noodles. You and Saitama, both reaching for the last pack, locked eyes in a silent challenge that quickly escalated into a tug-of-war.
“Hey! That’s mine!” you shouted, refusing to back down.
Saitama’s expression remained calm and collected. “Sorry, but I got here first.”
“No way, I’m not letting go!” you retorted, pulling with all your might.
The pack stretched and strained between you, customers around you watching the spectacle with raised eyebrows.
“Give it up already.” Saitama urged, his deadpan tone contrasting with the intensity of the battle.
“Like hell I will!” you shot back, your determination fueled by stubbornness and hunger.
The standoff continued until, with a sudden surge of strength, Saitama yanked the pack toward him, leaving you stumbling backward.
“Damn it, Baldy!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in defeat.
He tucked the noodles under his arm casually. “Thanks.”
From that day onward, every encounter with Saitama seemed to lead to chaos.
(You figured out his hero name was Caped Baldy and cackled for a good while.)
Whether it was a giant monster rampaging through the streets or a minor inconvenience at the park, you inevitably found yourself caught in the crossfire.
Like now.
“Ahh! What the heck?!” you screamed, dodging debris from a monster’s swipe.
Saitama landed beside you, dispatching the threat with a single punch. The aftermath from his punch sent you flying. “Oops, my bad.”
“Your bad?!” you yelled, brushing dust off your clothes. “I almost died!”
He scratched his head. “You seem to attract trouble.”
“And you seem to cause it!” you retorted, frustration bubbling over.
Despite your exasperation, Saitama’s nonchalant demeanor grated on your nerves. How could someone be so laidback in the face of such absurdity?
“You know,” you started, glaring at him, “Shouldn’t you be concerned about what power does on others?”
Saitama shrugged. “Eh, it happens.”
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
He flashed you a small smile. “But you keep appearing.”
You scoffed, but deep down, you knew he was right. As much as Saitama’s antics drove you crazy, there was something oddly comforting about having him around. Maybe it was his unshakeable confidence or his ability to handle any situation with ease.
One day, after yet another chaotic encounter that left the local ramen shop in ruins, you and Saitama stood amidst the wreckage, staring at the destroyed bowls of ramen.
“Well, there goes lunch,” you sighed, shaking your head.
Saitama scratched his head. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s fine,” you replied with a shrug. “We’ll just have to get more.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Get more?”
“Yeah, and this time, let’s settle this properly,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Let’s see who can make the better bowl of noodles.”
“Because last time, you stole mine!” You pointed an accusatory finger at him.
Saitama blinked, processing your challenge. “You’re on.”
And so, you both ventured to the supermarket, determined to prove your culinary skills. The cashiereyed you both warily as you placed your groceries, sizing up the competition.
Back at Saitama’s house, you focused intently on creating the perfect bowl of ramen. Saitama’s approach was surprisingly simple, while yours was more experimental, adding unconventional toppings and spices.
(You’re pretty sure you saw Saitama just text his friend what to do next.)
After what seemed like an eternity of slurping noodles and tasting broth, the time came to judge the results.
“So?” you asked eagerly, eyeing Saitama’s satisfied expression.
He nodded approvingly. “Not bad.”
You grinned, taking a big gulp of his creation. “Hmm, pretty good.”
Saitama glanced at your bowl, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You presented your bowl proudly, a colorful masterpiece. (A magnum opus.)
He took a bite, his expression unreadable behind the mask. After a moment, he nodded again. “Impressive.”
“Ha! I knew mine was better,” you exclaimed, pumping a fist in victory.
Saitama chuckled, a rare sound that made you smile. “Alright.”
Abruptly, the door opened. The demon cyborg walked in. His name was—?
“Oh, hey Genos.” Saitama waved lazily.
“Hello Master.” He greeted Saitama before turning towards you. You watched his arms grow in heat and the beams threatening to burn you.
“Shall I remove the garbage, Master Saitama?”
“Genos um—“
“Don’t you fucking shoot!”
old ass jjba fanart. yuck. Anyways, time to draw some new ones of sillies
Snort snort I’m sorry mutuals (not rlly tbh)
I am once again asking for genos x reader. Will I receive🤔
ofc pookie 😩💗🫶 anything for you. But here is the price for not being specific teehee!! Hope he wasn’t too odd :>
STAY WITH ME | One-Shot
Slight?Yandere!Genos x Gn!Reader
Summary: You get hurt, Genos goes apeshit. (Yippee!)
The night was cool and quiet, oblivious to the chaos that was about to unfold. You were out for a walk, enjoying the calmness of the evening, when you heard the distant sounds of a battle. Your heart sank; you knew Genos was out on patrol, and the thought of him in danger always filled you with dread.
Foolishly, you ran head first following the sound.
You quickened your pace, your curiosity getting the better of you. You hoped to catch a glimpse of him in action, but as you rounded the corner, the scene that greeted you was far more terrifying than you could have imagined.
A massive, grotesque monster towered over the street, its eyes glowing with malice. Genos was there, his body already showing signs of damage as he fought with relentless determination. Half of his was peeled off from what was probably and you watched his eyes widened when you got his gaze. You watched in horror as the monster’s attention shifted from Genos to you.
“Get back!” Genos shouted, but it was too late. The monster lunged towards you, its massive claws aiming to strike.
Before you could react, you felt a sharp pain as the claws raked across your side, sending you sprawling to the ground. Blood seeped through your clothes, and a searing pain radiated from the wound. Your muscles contracted and it hurt to breathe.
Crimson liquid spilled from your side. You tried to move, but your body refused to cooperate.
“No!” Genos’s voice was raw and the intensity of his voice was shocking. In an instant, he was by your side, his eyes wide with panic as he assessed your injury. “Stay with me,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Please, stay with me.”
You tried to speak, to reassure him, but the pain was too overwhelming. Your vision blurred, and darkness threatened to overtake you.
Your eyes started to shut.
Genos’s expression shifted from desperation to a silent rage. His animosity was leaking through his figure, his golden eyes dim with ire. He turned towards the monster, his body lighting up with energy. “You’ll pay for this,” he grunted, his voice filled with deadly promise.
The fight that followed was a blur of light and sound. Genos unleashed his full power, his attacks fueled by emotion. Didn’t matter if his limbs tore off or he was losing his energy by the second. It hurt you. The monster stood no chance as he tore it apart, his strikes defined and developed. The ground shook with the force of his fury, and within moments, the creature lay defeated, its body reduced to smoldering rubble.
With the threat eliminated, Genos rushed back to your side, his face covered with blood and grime. “Hang on,” he whispered, his hands trembling as he carefully lifted you. “I’ll get you to safety.”
You felt the warmth of his embrace, the steady hum of his heart as he carried you. The pain was still there, but his presence was a comforting despite the situation.
Genos moved with a delicacy you admired. His speed bringing you to the nearest medical facility. The doctors sprang into action, and you were whisked away, leaving Genos to pace anxiously in the waiting room. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as he waited for news, his mind racing with a thousand what-ifs and fears.
Finally, a doctor emerged, and Genos rushed to meet them. “How is—” he began, but the doctor held up a hand to calm him.
“They’re stable,” the doctor said. “We’ve managed to stop the bleeding and treat the wound. They’ll need time to recover, but they’re going to be okay.”
The relief that washed over Genos was palpable. He sagged against the wall, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a shaky breath. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
When he was finally allowed to see you, he approached your bedside cautiously, his usually confident demeanor replaced with hesitation. You opened your eyes, offering him a weak smile. “Hey,” you whispered.
Genos sank into the chair beside you, taking your hand in his. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “I should have protected you.”
His head hung low in shame.
“You did,” you replied, squeezing his hand gently. “You saved me.”
He shook his head, his eyes filled with regret. “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I allowed you to get hurt.. what kind of hero does that?”
You reached up to touch his face, your fingers brushing against the cool metal. “I’m here, Genos. Thanks to you.”
He held your hand to his cheek, closing his eyes. “I’m yours.”
“And you’re mine.” You grinned.
“I swear I’ll never let anything happen to you again.”
“I know,” you said softly. “Just… stay with me.”
“I will,” he promised, his voice a vow.
“Always.♡”
did this pic of sanji in my style
guys, flood my inbox with characters you want me to draw plz :3
dank u
I’m da greatest star ⭐️
Can you draw Goo Kim ? :3
Thank you in advance!
absolutely. I love Goo Kim soooooo much !! Like urgh 💘silly lad