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meguwumibear · 27 days

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sfw 1k writing warm up; implied knives x reader, brief mentions of surgery and violecne

In a city, somewhere far, far away, there is a doctor who makes monsters.

You don’t know his name. You don’t know what he looks like. Hell, you don’t even know if he’s real.

You cling to the idea of him all the same.

Stories of him and his creations have been passed down for generations. At least in your village they have. Word has it, long ago your friend’s cousin’s great-great aunt (or whatever the fuck) came face to face with one of those mad scientist’s creations and nearly died.

The doctor and his monsters are a thing of nightmares. Your town elders tell stories of them to naughty children to keep them in line. Bad kids get sent to the doctor for reprogramming. Bad kids make good monsters.

The problem with all that is, you know monsters; you’ve met them. And each and every single monster you’ve met simply looks like a man. No horns. No fangs. No extra limbs. Just a human with a little too much time on their hands. Just a human with nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You weren’t born a monster, but you’re going to become one. The transformation will surely cost you; it’s a price you’re willing to pay.

Rumor has it the doctor is currently shacked up in a great city called JuLai. You’ve never been to a city before. The concept is foreign to you. All those ravenous mouths to feed. All those lights to keep on. Picturing a plant powerful enough to do all that is beyond the scope of your imagination.

You really only ever imagine one thing these days anyway.

Getting there is a fucking pain. There’s a brief period of time you’re not sure you’re gonna make it. Somewhere between sleeping around for lodging and stowing away on sandsteamer, you worry the hunger and dehydration will get to you.

The elders of your town also told stories of roaches. Horrible little critters capable of surviving anything. Small and fast with bodies not unlike the worms of this planet. Six scuttering legs and two long twitching antennae.

Your wonder if you’ll be reborn as one of those. You hope not. You don’t want to live forever, just long enough to take your revenge.

You do survive your journey, though it’s a mystery how. Perhaps years of starvation shrunk your stomach. Perhaps you’re just too stubborn to die. Maybe Gunsmoke understands it isn’t your time yet; there’s still a few people you need to kill.

The city folk think your chasing death. They’re not wrong. You want to die. Crave it, even. You’re just determine to take several people out with you. Anything after that is borrowed time.

Still, no one will tell you the whereabout of the mysterious doctor. They’re trying to protect you. They’re trying to protect themselves.

In the end it doesn’t matter; the doctor comes to you.

Both he and his benefactor find you amusing. It’s been a while since anyone came to them willingly. A man named Bluesummers became the first; Livio the second. The former ran from his fellow man, the second chased after one.

They ask you why you want them to operate on you; you’re honest with them. There’s a group of humans roaming around that need killing, and you plan to be the one to do it. Issue is, you’re unable to in your current state. You’re too weak, too tired. You need the strength and speed of a small army.

They agree to move forward with the procedure so long as you devote yourself to the leader. That’s fine with you. As far as you’re concerned, anyone capable of resurrecting you deserves to be worshiped.

There’s a chance the procedure may kill you, but you don’t really give a shit. Neither does the doctor really. He runs some preliminary exams and concludes that you’re S+ compatible, whatever the fuck that means. As long as it means he’s going to move forward with the operation, you don’t care to know the details.

The operation is painful. The doctor straps you down to a cross shaped table and shoots you up with who knows what. You’re awake for the entire transformation, listening to the sound of your bones snap, feeling your skin pulse and stretch. By the time your nerves begin to stitch themselves back together, you’ve sweat out every drop of liquid your body could produce.

And the strange thing is?

After all that, you still look exactly the same.

You don’t, however, feel the same, though the difference isn’t immediately made obvious. It takes a few sleepless nights for you to realize you no longer need it. It takes even longer for you to realize you no longer need food.

Complete cellular regeneration. At the molecular level.

The surgery is so successful the doctor almost doesn’t let you go. Apparently this, you, are exactly what he has been waiting for: a being capable of surviving without any external supports. It takes Knives direct intervention to sway him.

You’re surprised Knives agrees to fund your mission. He’s not even requiring you to take Bluesummers as a chaperone. Isn’t he worried you won’t come back? Given how powerful you’ve become, who could make you?

It takes months to track down the religious bandits that killed your family. Gunsmoke is a large planet filled with sand and rumors. Even aided by the vehicle Knives so generously provided you with, it takes time to pick up on and follow the trail.

You kill every last one of them when you find them. Not with a gun, but with a knife. The Eye offered you your choice of weapon, but you insisted on the simplicity of the blade.

“I wanna look them in the eye when I do it,” you told the doctor. “I don’t plan on shooting at them like a coward.”

They shoot at you like cowards, but your body can handle the wounds. The pain is sharp especially when they shoot you close range, but it’s of little consequence to you now. Even your blood replenishes. You won’t even have a scar.

You return to Knives caked in blood, only some of if your own. He doesn’t seem surprised to see you. There isn’t exactly anywhere else you can go. It isn’t that you need him—you don’t need anyone anymore—but, fuck it, a deal’s a deal. If he wants you, he can have you…if he can handle you that is.

Knives seems to like you. As much as he can a human anyway. Or maybe he likes you because he doesn’t consider you that anymore.

You look human, sure, but so does he, and everyone knows he is anything but.

Only, it isn’t you that Knives likes. Not really. It’s what you’ve become. He likes that you don’t need food or water. He likes that you don’t depend on plants.

And maybe, just maybe, when the rapture comes, he’ll spare you. He dreams of a new Eden, and what is such a garden without an Eve?

#trigun x reader #millions knives x reader #nai x reader #once again stressing that this is a writing warm up lol #havent posted in a while and just wanted to put something out there

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asmutwriter · 1 year

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Payment (Dean x F!Reader)

DESCRIPTION: After you get saved from a demon by Dean. You decide to repay him

A/N - In celebration of Deans birthday yesterday (I know I’m late but pretend I’m organised)

A/N - This was part of my ‘You Saved Me’ story I had however I didn’t like it as part of the story line so I’ve made it its own one shot story

WORD COUNT: 2921

One Shots / ‘You Saved Me’

WARNINGS: spiking, kidnapping, swearing, violecne, knives, guns, cleaning wounds, smut, dom Dean, sub reader, protected sex

DISCLAIMERS

- For context of what season/year these take place in go to the master list as I’ll put it on there

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

TWO YEARS LATER

You’d just dropped Anna off at her pre-school. You’d been allowed full custody of her now, with a few requirements. Meeting the social worker once every two weeks. Seeing a therapist every week. All minor requirements so that you can look after your daughter. Another parent comes up to you as you open your car. She smiles at you as you get to your car. “Hey there. You’re new around here right?”

“Yeah. I mean no. We moved in a few years ago but this is the first week that Anna is starting pre-school” she nods

“It’s a bit scary when they first start right?” you nod and chuckle slightly “Mine have been here for a few years now. I’ve got three. It always seems that one leaves and another one joins” you nod and smile at her “do you want to come back to mine? It’s nice to have some friends that have kids about the same age” you look at her. Gently nodding “Cool. I’m about a five minute walk away so we can head there now” you nod. Locking your car back up before following her to her house.

Heading into her home. She places her house keys down in a small bowl on her windowsill. “Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee please” she heads into the kitchen as you follow her “You have a beautiful home”

“Thanks. My husband got it for me. Sorry, ex-husband” putting on the kettle “He bought it for me when we got a divorce. He said he wanted a nice home for the kids he just didn’t want to live with me anymore. And he’s filthy rich so I wasn’t going to turn down this place” you chuckle and nod “How about you? You got a husband or anything?”

“No. I’ve had on and off relationships with people. But none of them wanted to be a parent so they all left me. So it’s just me and Anna. It’s a shame though because I’ve always wanted another kid. Kind of hard to do when it’s just me”

“You could just lure a man into your bed for a night, get knocked up then boom you have a new baby” you nod and chuckle as she pours you both a drink. Handing you the mug

“I wouldn’t like to do that and not tell them. Seems unfair” she nods and sits at the dining room table. You follow her. Sitting next to her at the head of the table. You both engage in small talk as you both drink your drinks. “Where is your bathroom?” you ask after you finish your coffee. She points

“Second door” you nod and stand up. Then feeling the world start to turn black. You sit back down again, thinking you stood up to quickly. But nothing works. You look at her as she smiles, almost menacingly.

“Wh-what did you d-do...?” you speech becoming slurred

“Just added a little something to your drink”

“You son of a bitch” she smiles. Watching as her eyes turn black as you pass out

You come to. A horrific headache. You go to move your hands but can’t against the restraints around them. Them above your head tied to some sort of beam. Feeling something in your mouth. A tie by the feel of it. Your eyes struggle to focus. You think you’re in a kitchen. Not the kitchen you were in when you passed out in though. This was a more old fashioned kitchen. With wooden beams adorning the room. That’s what you must be attached to. You hear a noise. A door opening. Then footsteps. The woman from the school appears. She smiles at you “I’m so sorry about this” she pulls down the gag “I’m not normally like that”

“A psycho?” she slaps you, causing you to laugh slightly.

“I am not a psycho. I’m doing this for a greater power”

“What greater power would this be then, hmm?”

“None of your business” she pulls out a knife “This may pinch a bit”

“You don’t have to do this”

“Yes I do” she pulls the gag back up into your mouth. She cuts open your shirt. Gently pushing the knife into your skin as she carves some sort of symbol into it. You shut your eyes, breathing through the pain of the metal. You feel her stop. Opening your eyes again you see her gently cutting her own hand. Dipping her fingers into the blood she draws on your forehead. Chanting words. You try and move away. A wall behind you making it difficult to. You see the knife begin to glow as she finishes talking. She smiles, picking the blade up. “Just know that your death will bring so much life to our children of the future” you shake your head, trying to pull the restraints. Then a knock at the door. She looks at you, then at the front door. She walks out the kitchen, shutting the door behind her. You hear talking. What sounds like a males voice talking to her. You look around. Trying to figure a way out of this. You hear a scream then a gun shot. You freeze. Looking at the door. Dreading what might be on the other side. It opens slowly. You try and move. Away from the restraints and the person walking into the room.

A man walks in. Dean. You could cry tears of joy just from the sight. He points his gun around the room. Seeing you. He checks there’s no assailants before putting his gun in the back of his jeans. Walking over to you he pulls down your gag “Are you ok?”

“I’ve had better days” he pulls out a knife. Cutting the rope “Turns out being tied up and sliced open hurts” he chuckle slightly, helping you with the rope around your wrist. He takes his leather jacket off, placing it around your body as a way to help cover yourself up. You wrap it around yourself, wiping the blood from your forehead and wincing slightly at the pain in your chest. He helps hold you up as you start to sway slightly on your feet.

“What’s the time?”

“About midday” you nod. Rubbing your eyes before brushing his hands off of you and walking past him. Opening the front door and going outside. Yep, your fear happened. No idea where you were. This was not the house she originally brought you too.

“I need a phone” you hold your hand out. Dean hands you his phone. You dial in a number. Jenny picking up

“Hello who is this?”

“Jenny! Hey it’s Rose”

“Rose? What are you doing?”

“I umm...” you look at the house you just came from “I ran into a bit of trouble. I got mugged. I’m ok. I’m just a bit shaken up and not really feeling in the right mind set to leave the house yet. Is there any chance you could pick up her up, please?”

“Oh my goodness Rose! Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine. Just a bit shaken up really. I’ll be ok I just don’t want her to see me in this state”

“Oh Rose I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want me to come round?”

“No. I’m ok thanks. I just need to be on my own for a bit. Going to have a bath and relax myself. But if you could pick her up from school that would be an absolute life saver”

“I’ll pick her up for you. Just ring me when you are back at home and I’ll come and drop her off for you”

“Thank you. I owe you one” you hang up. Passing the phone back to Dean. “I know you just saved my life and everything but any chance you could also give me a lift back home?”

“Sure” he smiles at you “Get in”. You get into the seat beside him as he starts driving

“She was a witch right? Or demon? Her eyes where black so I’m assuming a demon”

“I think a witch who was possessed by a demon. Using the demon to enhance her powers but feeding its appetite for blood with human sacrifices”

“Great” you look out the window “How did you find me?”

“I saw that a few woman had been going missing around the area. Bodies found with strange carvings in their chests. Figured it was something that was more supernaturally inclined. Found out who the witch was and where she lived and now here I am” you nod. Driving the rest of the way in silence, music playing softly in the background. You come up to your house. Pulling up out the front

“Thanks. Seriously. You saved me back there”

“It’s what I do” you gently pat his shoulder “Let me come up with you and tend to your wounds”

“Oh no I couldn-”

“I insist” he turns off the engine. Getting out the car and waiting for you to go up and open the front door. “Go wait in the kitchen” you nod. Going into the kitchen you grab out a beer. Opening the top you down the whole thing. Hoping it’ll help numb the pain of the wound of your chest. He comes back in. Bandages and sanitising stuff in hand. You steady yourself on the counter. Feeling him come up behind you and gently turn you around. You have your eyes shut. Trying to blank out the pain. The adrenaline leaving your body, leaving you with only sheer agony in your chest. He gently lifts you up onto the counter. Feeling him push apart his jacket and your shirt. “This is going to hurt” you nod. Opening your eyes slightly as you watch him clean up the wounds. Gripping onto the edge of the counter as he tends to your injuries.

“Drink. Please” you motion at the fridge. He reaches across. Grabbing out a beer for you. You take it, opening the top and drinking it. He finishes cleaning you up.

“I need to remove your shirt and stuff” you nod. Taking off his jacket and shirt. You pull the straps of your bra down from your shoulders. Leaving your bra still on but removing your arms from the straps. You lift your arms up as he places a medical pad onto the chest. Wrapping the bandage around you tightly. You shut your eyes from the pain. Feeling him trying to be so gentle with you. “Done” you hear him say. You put your arms down and open your eyes. Him tucking in the end of the bandage into the rest of it. Standing between your legs. You let out a sigh. Leaning forward and resting your head against his shoulder. You feel his arms go around you. Gently stroking the small of your back. You move away. His arms still around you as you look at him. Leaning forward you kiss him. A soft kiss against his lips. You feel his hands go to your hips. You take a hold of the waist band of his jeans. Pulling him forward. He pulls away slightly, avoiding eye contact with you “We shouldn’t”

“Why not? Shift you don’t have a girlfriend do you?” you cover your mouth slightly, embarrassed about what he might say next. He lets out a soft chuckle

“No. It’s not that. You’re hurt and I don’t know if this is the best thing for an injury”

“I’m fine” you put a hand up to his cheek, his eyes meeting yours “please? I just want to forget” his eyes move to your lips before he leans forward again. This kiss being more heated. You feel his hands go and stroke the sides of your thighs. He moves away. Removing his top half. He moves back towards you, smiling as you rake your fingers over his chest and stomach. He kisses you again as you undo his belt. You feel his hand go to the back of your head, pulling you into him as you undo his jeans. His other hand removing himself from them, hearing them drop to the floor. You undo the button of your jeans. His hands going to the top of them and pulling them down with your underwear. His thumb going and finding your clit easily. Pushing onto it, causing you to moan into his mouth. He smiles into the kiss. “N-need to feel you... Now... Pl-please Dean” he raises an eyebrow slightly

“You sure?” you nod. Pushing your hands through his hair as he pulls you forward. You hear him undo a condom packet as you play with the hair on the back of his neck. He spits into his hand, feeling him rub his saliva onto your cunt before he grab your hips, pulling you forward on the counter. Causing you to let out a small giggle as you kiss him. One hand staying on the back of his head. The other moving to his cheek, feeling his slight stubble hitting the palm of your hand. Then you feel him push into you. You whine into his mouth. The sudden stretch causing you to wiggle your hips in discomfort. He pushes your legs apart, allowing him to go deep inside of you. You whine, scrunching your eyes as you kiss him. Feeling him start to move in and out of you. The discomfort soon turning into pleasure. Your whines turning into soft moans. You tilt your head back. Moaning out as he picks up the pace. Moving both your hands to his shoulders. Gripping them for dear life as he fucks into you. Then he hits it. That sweet spot inside of you. Casing your toes to curl.

“Holy shit!” you shut your eyes “please don’t stop. Please” you open your eyes again, his green orbs meeting yours. Blown out with lust as he continues his movements. You feel one of his hands move from your thigh to your pussy. Rubbing circles onto your clit. You thrust your hips in movement with his fingers. Feeling your orgasm start to build. You move your hand to his bicep. The other going to the back of his head. Gripping his hair as your nails dig into the flesh of his arm. Shutting your eyes. Feeling him kiss your neck as you put your head back. Soft grunts leaving his lips, tickling your throat. You pull him by his hair, planting your lips back onto his. Grinding your hips in a steady rhythm with his as you get closer and closer “Dean... G-gonna cum... Please?” he smiles, eyes meeting yours as he fucks into you harder and faster. Holding onto your hips as he fucks mercilessly into you

“You going to cum?” you nod, getting closer “you look so pretty. Fucked out from my cock” you whine at his words. Them adding to the pool between your legs. “Cum beautiful” he kisses you, pulling away as he watches your orgasm hit you. Nails digging into him. So hard you’re worried you might cut through the skin. You shut your eyes tightly, stars filling your vision as it hits you. Your legs shaking in his hands as he continues fucking into you, chasing his own high. You whine, hands holding both his biceps as he continues to work in you. Gently kissing your neck as you let out small moans and whines into his ear. “Fuck” he grunts out. Pushing into you. Moaning out as he chums. You feel him rest his hands on the counter top either side of you. His head resting gently on your shoulder. You able to put your legs around him. Hurting slightly from being pushed apart for so long. You kiss his shoulder as he rests against you. Keeping his weight up with his hands and you gently stroke his hair. Shutting your eyes you both bathe in the sex filled air. You both could’ve easily sat there all day you reckon. Sitting in the comfortable silence with each other. But then you hear his phone go off. You both sit still as it rings.

“Do you need to get that?” you whisper. He moves, grabbing his phone from his jacket. You wrap your arms round his neck, once again playing with his hair as he checks the caller. Flipping it open and putting it up to his ear.

“Hello... yep... about six hours away... ok... yes sir” he hangs up. Putting the phone down on the side. “I have to go. It’s a work thing” you nod, removing your arms from around his neck. He pulls out of you, holding his hand out as he helps you off the counter. You both sort yourselves out. Making yourselves decent.

“I’ll see you around?” you ask as you walk to the door. He nods

“Defiantly” he leans forward, taking your face between his hands and kissing you again.

“You don’t have to leave you know? You could stay here with me and Anna” he looks around your hallway. Half smiling to himself.

“I know. But we both know I can’t” he drops his hands

“Well. Good luck on saving the world” you smile at him “I hope to see you again. Hopefully in less bloody circumstances” he chuckles slightly and nods. You watch as he gets to his car. Driving away you sigh. Going to your home phone and dialling in a number “Hey Jenny. I’ve just arrived at home. Could you drop Anna off please?”

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