Crazy (Joker) X (Harley) Crazy (On Steroids)
"Calm the fuck down, sugar. I'm tying you to the bed for your own good. You keep tearing yourself up and won't let me fucking touch you." — Dmitri "Slaughter" MorozovDmitri sat on the edge of the bed, breathing slow and heavy, staring down at her bound wrists. The leather straps bit into her skin, but not deep enough to bruise — he made sure of that. She'd been thrashing so violently he'd had no choice. Her body was still now, chest rising and falling in sharp, panicked breaths, eyes wild, pupils blown wide with fear and fury.
He hated himself for this. Hated how her eyes looked at him like he was one of them. But he couldn't let her keep tearing herself apart. Not again.
He reached out, brushing damp hair from her face. She flinched. He forced his hand to stay steady.
"Sugar... breathe." His voice was low, quiet, but steel under it. "You're safe. But I had to do this."
Her chest heaved, but she stayed silent. That silence cut deeper than any scream.
He tightened his jaw. She's going to hate me for this. But I'll take her hate over her blood.
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
・ ⊹ᰔ ⋮ Aya Asahina ゙༝.
Falling in love with a fan. Aya x fem!reader, fan x famous AU! Aya is taller and older than you!
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
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