Just A 'Coincidence' (Madness combat X reader)

Care For Me [Bull Phobos]

(Art by Finlayyyy)

"You took care of me, I saw that as an opening for you to be my mate".

On this day, something happened that you never expected to happen. Your family is farm owners, they at least owned 3rd of the plot land here in your hometown. It was supposed to be a normal day, the sun was covered by the clouds to prevent that nasty sunburn on you already to get any worse. The trees in the distance create that usual sound, the swishing of leaves, it might rain soon. Your father instructed you to take the extra buckets that will never be used into the extra barn shed you guys own, which is now used as an extra piece of storage.

You called out to your family as you carried out the task, taking the old wooden buckets in each hand you started walking to the worn-down barn. The red paint peeling off from the wooden sides, the gate shut from anyone wandering into and possibly stealing the items stored in there. Coming closer to the doors you noticed a small number of claw marks along the bottom of the sliding doors with a hole that was smashed into that was a bit bigger than you. Alarmed you grasped the wooden buckets as if they are your lifeline before slowly unlocking the barn and sliding the doors open.

The musty air from the misuse of the barn flooded your senses dust, and strands of hay kicked up when the door moved, making you sneeze loudly, echoing the barn. The cracks in the ceiling allowed the little rays of light to seep through, lighting up your path inside the darkened shelter. Walking inwards to the place you've noticed flecks of red coloring on the floor trailing upwards to the pile of hay that has been put aside, kneeling to observe the color. It was glistening and it had a heavy metallic scent, it was blood, was an animal injured and broke inside the barn? Before you got to stand back up the pile of hay moved, a tall figure emerging from the batch as one singular solid red color looked down at you. That's not an animal.

Time was still as you two continued to look at each other, that few seconds of silence was broken when lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up the rest of his form. This man, or thing, stood roughly at 9 feet tall the horns on the sides of his head were reaching the top of the second level in the barn, solid black with two silver rings on the right horn pointed upwards in the style of an American bull. His hair was under the strange-looking grey metal helmet adorned on his head, long black locks peeking out from under it. As your gaze fixated onto his face, he seemed to own something to cover his singular eye, its red color boring into your soul as the metallic plates help keep it in place. A bull's ring under his nose stood out under the light at the dark metal shined under it, his mouth seemed to be missing as it appears to have been wrapped under all that white cloth. You wanted to stop looking at him but curiosity got the best of you as your eyes landed on the large tuff of black hair on his chest, it looked so soft and you wanted to feel it so badly. What stood out is the large gash on his side that was still leaking blood onto the floor, a grey jacket was thrown to the side that was stained with the ruby red liquid.

His black-gloved claw was pressing down on the wound with a low huff coming from him, his other hand was in front of him as if he was cautious about you entering the area he was in. His form, with his pale white skin and the scars littering his skin, his muscles were as large as a bodybuilder, his chest that had pierced nipples, he looked like he was straight from a porno or a teenage girl's wet dream. As the rolling thunder roared across the sky it only took a few seconds before his one hand that wasn't holding onto his side to be around your neck. The tipped nails on his hand dug into your skin as a cry of pain escaped your lips, feeling some of your blood dripping down from the wound. He did not speak but his breathing got rougher through his nose, his face leaning closer to yours as the hot breath fanned over your face. "Human" He finally spoke, an accent was noticeable on him, an English accent, it was lower than your own father's voice that caused fear to build inside the pit of your stomach.