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jellalism · 2 months ago

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Dark Schneider x Reader fic: I can be a woman for you (Erotica)

Dark Schneider rescues a damsel in distress, hoping to have sex with her. To his surprise, the person he rescued is not a damsel in the strict sense of the term. But it’s close enough to a damsel for him to stick his cock in.

Word count: 5252 words

Genre: Erotica

Characterization: Dark Schneider is a dominant top. Reader is a submissive bottom. Reader has a penis. Reader is "not a man like most people imagine one"; implied non-binary.

Content warnings: Domination/submission, verbal degradation, biting

Notes: Reader has cleaned their behind beforehand; I couldn’t be bothered letting them bathe in the story itself. There are some feminine-gendered terms used for the reader: princess, (good) girl, cunt, bitch.

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You barely know what is happening. One moment, you’re staring at the gaping jaws of a huge wolf-like monster, certain you’re going to die; the next, you’re in the arms of a muscular, white-haired man. The violent creature is now burning brightly, disintegrating into ashes. “No one attacks a lady while the handsome magician Dark Schneider is around.” The man gazes at the fire. It burns hot; hot enough to cremate the carcass.

You take a few moments to get your bearings. You’re being bridal carried by the person who appears to be your savior, having the power to annihilate a monster in the blink of an eye. His face is quite beautiful. He has a superb jawline, highlighted by the glow of the fire. He turns his gaze towards you. “Are you alright?” Then his face is scrunched up in surprise. “Wait. Not a lady, perhaps?” He seems a little disappointed. “Dammit, I really thought… Man, can’t you just be a woman for a little while?” He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers: “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You flush bright red and are left completely speechless. He doesn’t let up, though. He softly bites your ear.

“So? How about it?” He leans back again, so he can look you in the face. “You’re all red. I bet you really liked that, huh?” He grins seductively.

“I–” you begin, but it’s hard to speak. What is this situation?! One moment you’re within inches of death, the next you’re being courted by an—admittedly handsome—man mistaking you for a woman.

Dark sighs and lets you down. He seems to have read your surprise and confusion as rejection. “Fine. Not every man wants to get fucked in the ass. Not even by my amazing cock. I get it.” He turns around and starts to walk away.

“Wait!” You quickly grab his hand. It’s bigger than yours. As everything about him is—he’s almost two meters tall and incredibly muscular. He turns around again and looks at you. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I was just flustered. In fact, I would…” You gather your courage before speaking candidly. “I would love to feel your cock in me.” You smile shyly. “I’m not a man like most people imagine one. I can be a woman for you, if you want me to be.”

At your honest confession, a satisfied smile appears on Dark’s face. And you notice something twitch under his clothes, at the groin. Is that his…? If so, it is definitely very big. You swallow in apprehension.

“Alright then!” Since you were already holding hands, he pulls you close with one quick movement. His other hand moves around you. He grabs your behind and lifts you up again with one arm, with ease that makes it seem as if you don’t weigh anything. It elicits a gasp from you. Your head is at the perfect height to rest it on one of his broad shoulders. He brings his mouth close to your ear. “Time to get to my place. I promise you won’t regret having sex with the amazing Dark Schneider.”

You chuckle softly. “You do realize that by praising yourself, you’ve got a lot more to live up to? But…” You remember the situation you were just in. If he hadn’t been there, you’d have been dead. You were completely helpless in a situation that he solved in a fraction of a second. “I will admit you are pretty amazing, from what I’ve seen so far,” you finish softly. You wrap your arms around his torso. He still has one hand on your ass, using it to carry you while he walks quickly. His other arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer, pressing your face to his pecs. He smells just a tiny bit like sweat, though it’s muffled by other odors. There is a definite piney smell to him.

“Oh princess, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He grins. “I will make sure that, by the end of the night, you’ll adore me as if I were a god.” He moves his wrist a little so it grinds against your genitals. You inhale sharply. He grins again. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it.” He squeezes your ass.

He walks quickly, and his place is nearby, so you arrive in a matter of minutes. It’s a big, stone house, reminiscent of a fortress. It has even got battlements. You can’t help but wonder what kind of life this man lives.

“Impressed?” He looks down upon you, full of confidence. “You should be.” He kicks open the door and carries you inside. Then he closes the door behind him with another kick and carries you upstairs, into a luxurious bedroom. He throws you down on the large bed. It’s very comfortable: the mattress is neither too soft nor too hard. The blankets are a beautiful dark carmine color. You reach out your hand; it’s soft and pleasant to the touch. Moreover, the room is charmingly decorated. There is a light gray carpet and romantic lighting provided by various candles. The walls are decorated with paintings of landscapes. Not too much, but enough to make the room feel pleasantly lived in. Clearly, no expense has been spared when it comes to this chamber.

You turn your eyes back to Dark, and find that he has already removed his shirt. His torso does not disappoint. He is ripped. While you stare at him in silence, he looks down at you half lying on the bed, precisely as you landed when he threw you. “You better enjoy the view. We’ll be here for a while.” His voice sounds almost threatening.

He steps towards you, towering over you. His pecs become even more pronounced as you have to raise your head to face him. “What’s your name?”

You give him your name.

“Well then, y/n. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.” He bends forward, leaning a knee on the bed. His face approaches yours and you suddenly feel a hand at the base of your neck, keeping you in place while he presses his lips on yours. His kiss is rough, fueled by lust. His tongue enters your mouth, fighting for dominance—and winning it, too. You feel your inhibitions loosen as you surrender to his touch. His hand slides under your shirt as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He lingers to play around with your nipple for a bit. Then he pinches it. Your face contorts and he ends the kiss to look at you sadistically. “What’s pleasure without a little pain?” He pinches it again, looking at your face with arrogant satisfaction.

“God, Dark,” you moan. He bends down a little more, placing kisses in your neck. His torso now hangs closely over yours, almost touching it. His body emanates heat; you can’t help but desire him to be closer still. The smell of his sweat has gotten a little stronger now, but it’s not overpowering. You lift your arms and grab hold of his broad shoulders. Subconsciously, you try to pull him closer.

He lifts his head from where it was buried in your neck, and the hand that was on your nipple now moves to grab your chin. “Look at me,” Dark commands as he holds your chin, pressing your head into the pillow. His long, white hair cascades down his shoulders, resting beside you. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never want anyone else’s cock ever again. You’re gonna be my cocksleeve, and you’re going to love it. Got it?” He looks you straight in the eye with confidence that seems out of this world.

“Y-yes,” you manage to croak. Speaking is complicated not just by the way he holds you, but also by the arousing fear that he instills in you. Part of you dreads what’s to come—if he speaks the truth, you won’t be the same after he’s done with you.

“That’s ‘Yes Master’, cocksleeve.” His knee presses down in your groin painfully, making you cry out.

“Yes Master,” you gasp, and he lifts his knee.

“Good girl,” he says with an arrogant grin on his face. “Now let’s get this party started properly.” One of his hands creeps under your shirt again. He pinches one of your nipples, but doesn’t linger this time. “Lift your arms.” As soon as you obey, he roughly lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. Then he sits back. You are lying on your back, while he kneels with his knees at both of your sides, at the height of your thighs. His impressive abdominals and pectorals are on full display for you, towering over you again. He licks his lips. “Now that’s a nice body you have. I’m glad I brought you home. Perhaps I won’t let you go after this.” A hint of excitement must have crossed your face, because Dark capitalizes on it. “Oh, yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Becoming my personal slut, for me to use whenever I want.” He grabs your groin and plays around with your balls through the cloth. “You’d like being dominated by me, right?” You nod nervously. “Well, I’m gonna give you what you fucking want.”

With those words, he grabs your trousers and pulls them down roughly, your underwear going with them. He slides off the bed to get them off properly. He pushes a pillow under your lower back. Then he lifts up your legs and lays them over his shoulders as he gets back on the bed. Your bottom is now completely exposed, and his hand creeps towards it. He grabs your ass, and squeezes it hard. It hurts a little, but it only turns you on further. Your already rock-hard cock twitches. “As I expected, you like feeling some pain with your pleasure. Fucking slut. I love it.” He removes his hand again and takes up a tube from the nightstand. “Lube,” he explains. “It’s impossible without it.” He puts a good amount on his fingers. Then his hand moves to your ass again. He flashes a wicked grin as his finger teases the rim of your asshole. “Gonna have to prepare you real good. My cock is pretty big, you know? But I’ll make sure that it fits.”

You glance at his groin. The bulge you saw earlier has only gotten bigger. Is that ever going to fit?!

Dark seems to read your mind. “Believe me, it’s going to fit. As long as I arouse you enough, your hole will welcome me.” At that moment, the tip of his finger enters your hole. A lewd sound escapes you. “Oh, now that’s what I like to hear. I’m gonna make sure you’ll moan much, much more like that. Until I’m satisfied. And believe me, that takes a while.” He sticks his finger in a little deeper and softly touches your prostate. Again, you involuntarily make a noise. “I love the way you are opening up to me. You’re such a good girl for me. I’ll give you a reward. I’ll keep massaging that sweet spot in you. How’s that sound?” And he immediately delivers, continuing to rub your prostate.

“Aahh, Dark!” Where your previous noises were subdued, you can’t hold in your moans anymore.

“That’s it, baby. It’s okay to make all the noise you like. In fact, once I enter you, there’s no stopping it. So you better get used to making all kinds of sounds you’ve never made before.” He moves his finger around a little, rubbing against your walls and the rim of your hole.

“Guess what?” He looks down at you, carefully, as if he wants to see every expression you make. Then, you suddenly feel him push in a second finger.

You moan in a high-pitched voice as your eyes stray upward for a bit, completely overtaken by the intense sensation.

“God, that really made you sound like a girl.” When you look back at Dark, he has his signature grin on his face. “You just made me harder still.” He grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge in his pants. It’s rock-hard, and as you touch it, it twitches. “Feel that? You turn me on so fucking much. I’m gonna have so much fun fucking you all night long.” His two fingers move in and out of your hole at a steady pace.

“Mmm… Feels so good,” you pant. It’s hard to breathe normally as the sensations wash over you.

Suddenly, he plunges in deeper. You breathe in sharply. The way his fingers move around in your ass is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He moves his digits apart, scissoring your hole. “Feeling good, huh? In a little while, my cock is going to go even deeper than this. And it’s thicker, too.” He removes his fingers from your ass. It feels like it’s gaping. “It’s not over yet, baby.” With a quick, cruel movement, he slams three of his fingers deep into you, as far as his knuckles.

You let out a little yelp. Dark slaps your buttock. “I’ll get all those sweet little sounds out of you.” He moves his fingers back and forth in you at a quick pace, making you moan over and over. It feels like you’ve lost control over your body, over your legs: you can’t move them even if you tried. He keeps his fingers a little apart at times, letting them explore the walls of your hole, opening you up further. “You’re really getting ready for me now. Just a little longer, and I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced.”

“Please… Give it to me.” Your voice cracks as you seem to be unable to control your body fully. “I need you inside me.”

Dark’s expression becomes fiercer. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’ll rearrange your goddamn insides.” His voice is low and threatening. It scares you, but god, it’s hot. He slowly pulls his fingers from your ass, and undoes his belt. He slides off the bed, letting your legs fall back on the mattress. He quickly removes his trousers. The bulge is even clearer now that he is only wearing underwear. You can see the outline of his cock. He removes his underwear in a swift motion, eager to get on with it.

His dick is huge. It is both long and thick, standing straight up, plastered against his abs. A vein runs over the length of the shaft, accentuating its girth. Dark has only a little pubic hair—white, just like the rest of his hair—just enough to emphasize his masculinity. His big balls are hanging low. No matter how you look at it, his body is perfect. “See, this is why I took the time to prepare you,” he laughs. It has a sadistic undertone. He knows what he is about to inflict upon you. “Your body won’t be the same after I’m done with you. I’ll change the shape of your cunt so it will perfectly fit my fat cock.” He grabs some of the lube again and liberally covers his cock in it, giving it a few good strokes.

You lift your legs again, exposing your hole. “Take me, Master.”

He licks his lips and makes his way towards you. “I will.” His voice is low and full of lust. He sets his knees on the bed, and crawls over to you like a ravenous wolf about to devour its prey. He slams his arms next to your chest, leaning over you. Then he brings his mouth to your ear. “I’ll fucking ravage you.” Next thing you know, he softly bites your ear, eliciting a surprised hiss from you.

He moves back slightly, still leaning on one hand but using the other to guide his penis to your impatient ass. The tip of his dick rubs against the rim. You bite your lip, struggling to contain your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

You are completely in his power. He, with his perfectly sculpted body—beautiful hair, astonishing muscles and impressive, almost intimidating genitals—is gazing down at you arrogantly, knowing he drives you crazy with desire. And he wants to hear you beg.

“Y-your cock,” you stammer. “You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met, a-and I’ve never been this horny. I want you so b-badly. I want you to fuck me. Use me however you like. I adore the idea of being in your—” Your sentence gets cut short as Dark pushes the head of his cock in, making you gasp for air.

“Good slut. I’ll give you all that you wanted, and more.”

“Y-yes, Master! Yes!” you moan as he slowly pushes his thick penis further in. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before; the way his length touches all your walls and the way you feel completely dominated. “S’good.” Your voice is breathy; you can’t seem to find the strength to speak normally.

“It’s only gonna get better,” Dark whispers. He moves his cock back a little before pushing forwards again. “I’m not even halfway in yet.” At that, you make a small sound. “That’s right, baby. Your ass won’t ever forget this night,” he says with a smirk.

He moves back again, and forwards—always taking his sweet time.

“You know, my body doesn’t just look good. I have the stamina of a wolf. I love taking my time in making both of us feel amazing. We’ll be here for quite a few hours.”

“Let’s fuck until morning,” you whisper, adoration in your eyes. You feel his cock twitch inside you.

“That’s what I like to hear!” His voice is strong; loud, even. After all his lewd whispers and horny words, the volume of this sentence feels like the start of something new. And it is. You feel him push his cock further in. “You feel that, cunt? That’s the cock of the mighty Dark Schneider in you.”

You moan loudly. His fat cock rubs against your prostate, but also goes beyond it, deeper. Deeper than his fingers ever went. It makes you feel strange inside. You can feel his every movement, every twitch of his length.

“Yeah, eat it up, bitch. Your ass is so hungry.”

“Oh my g-god…,” you groan. “S-so… big…”

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your thigh. Dark slapped you. “Don’t give up on me now. I still haven’t bottomed out. And remember what I promised you.” He leans forward threateningly and lowers his voice to a whisper. “I said I’d make sure it fits inside you.” He places his hands next to you, enclosing you in between. “But let’s take it slow, right? Wouldn’t want my slutty princess to suffer. Not too much, anyway.”

“Master,” you whimper. His large body hangs over you, his chest close to yours. You feel the heat from his arms at your sides.

“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “Not gonna lie, you’re still pretty tight.” He moves his cock back again. And forwards. Slowly, but inexorably; this man is the closest thing to an unstoppable force that physics shall ever know. You feel his power in every one of his movements. Back and forth. “Mmm, yeah, that’s better. Your ass is starting to get used to my tool, isn’t it?”

In between pants, you manage to answer him. “Yes, Master.”

He chuckles softly. “Already feeling overwhelmed, huh? But we’ve still got the night ahead of us, babe.” He pushes forward again. His cock goes in deeper still, making you moan loudly. “See, you can take it. Just a few more times back and forth and you’ll have taken my entire cock inside you.” He keeps moving slowly, each time going a little further. Each time, you moan in pleasure. Thanks to his careful prepping and slow pace, it doesn’t hurt at all.

Dark lets out a grunt as he pushes in his cock fully, his big balls tickling your buttocks. For a few moments, you can’t make a sound; you can barely breathe. Then, you gasp for air, trying to take in the intense, awesome sensations. You look up to see Dark’s arrogant grin. “See? Told you you could take it,” he whispers. Then, his face moves closer and he kisses you on the mouth. His chest is on yours—he’s letting his weight crush you as his cock twitches in your ass. His tongue enters your mouth, full of desire to make you all his. He explores every part of it. His tongue is aggressive, fighting with yours and winning with ease; it’s a dominant kiss.

Finally, he moves his lips away from you for a bit, and you gasp for air again—with limited success, as his heavy weight on top of you makes it hard to fill your lungs. “You’re my personal fucktoy now. Got that, y/n?” He moves his lower body, causing his cock to stir inside your hole. It feels as if he moves all your insides around.

“Mm-mm,” you say with a nod.

“Good girl,” he says with a satisfied smile. His hands run up your arms, to your wrists. Then he raises them above your head and pins them to the mattress. It feels as if his fingers are made of steel; there’s no escaping his grip. Not that you want to escape. “Let’s continue.” He slowly raises his core, making his large member move back, before slowly pressing down again, deep inside you. As he presses his thick dick deep into you, you breathe out deeply, as though all the air is being fucked out of you. His chest remains close to yours; it’s as if his body is enclosing you. It feels like every part of you touches a part of him. You’ve long since wrapped your legs around him, feeling his muscular thighs and buttocks as he moves his cock inside of you.

“God, you look like you’re in heaven.” Dark seems to be amused. “Tell me. How does it feel to be fucked by Dark Schneider? To be fucked by your master?”

“Feels… so good… Master,” you pant. At that moment, he presses his cock deep inside, his balls softly slapping against your butt. It takes your breath away, and you’re pretty sure you’re making a face that you’ve never made before. “Fucking amazing,” you say with a breathy voice. “Impossibly good.” It’s hard to form full, coherent sentences when he’s so deep inside of you, overwhelming you with physical pleasure and dominating every thought you have.

“That’s fucking right.” He buries his head in your neck and then—bites?! You hiss through your teeth, more from surprise than pain. He moves his head and looks you straight in the eyes. “I’ll make you mine. I’ll mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine. My bitch. My plaything.” He moves his mouth to his bite mark and starts licking it. It’s a strangely soft and gentle sensation, juxtaposed by the bite and the way his penis fucks your hole. He isn’t rough there, but a member that size pushes your body to its limits, no matter how careful he is.

“So… you can be sweet too,” you manage to whisper with some difficulty. “Master,” you add.

“I can be as gentle as my partner wishes me to be.” His mouth is close to your ear, his voice a mere whisper. “But I pride myself on being able to read others quite well—what turns them on, what they want. And I’m pretty sure you want only a little sweetness with a whole lot of domination. Don’t you, little slut?” He hisses that last word as he brings down his cock quickly, penetrating you deeply. You squeal in surprise. “You’re mine now, cunt. All mine.”

He continues at a higher pace, moving back so that only the head of his dick is still in your hole, and then bottoming out again. Your wrists are still pinned to the mattress, above your head. He shifts his hands, bringing your wrists together so he can pin them with only one of his large hands. His other hand goes between your chests, pinching your nipple. “Fuck, you feel good,” he moans.

“Master… You’re so big—it feels like you’re splitting me in two.” Your voice is soft. You’re barely able to speak as his large cock is slamming into you over and over. It doesn’t hurt much, but it remains wildly stimulating. Nothing has ever penetrated you this deeply, nor has anyone fucked your prostate this good. With each movement, his thick member massages that sweet spot inside you. It’s especially mind-blowing when the head, even larger than the shaft, passes by it, pressing down on it.

“You’re drooling,” Dark says with a low chuckle. He buries his head in your neck to lick it up, slowly moving his tongue from the side of your head to your mouth. Then he enters your mouth again, conveniently open from all the moans that he’s fucking out of you. His tongue is as aggressive as his cock, entering you and making sure there’s no part that remains untouched. He pushes your tongue aside as if it’s mere air, completely dominating you.

His hand, that was on your nipple, is now sliding lower. Down your abdomen, until it reaches your erect member. His large hand grabs it, envelops it. His thumb rests on the tip, rubbing it a bit. There’s some precome on it, making his rubbing smooth. Then, he starts to move his hand up and down. Even though it’s so slow, it turns you on crazily. You were already close to coming from all his thrusts in your ass, but now that he is serving your penis with his hand, you can’t hold it in any longer. You moan into his mouth as your sperm shoots over his hand and your chest.

He breaks off the kiss and looks at you. It’s hard to look at him; you feel a little bit ashamed for already having come from just a little touch. “My work in your ass must have really turned you on for you to come that quickly.”

You nod silently.

“Good. I’ll take that as a compliment.” He brings his mouth to your ear again. “And you’re doing a good job too, you know. You’re such a perfect cocksleeve for me. Such a good girl.” Meanwhile, his assault on your ass has not abated. “Tell me, where do you want my come?” He lifts his head up again to look at you.

You can feel his cock twitching more than it did before, slowly nearing release. “Mm… Inside, master. I-I want you to f-fill me up.” His relentless pounding makes it hard for you to speak.

“Yeah. I can see it in your slutty eyes; you want me to fucking breed you.” He grunts as he slams into you, harder than before. His pace has decreased, changed into slow but hard fucks. When he bottoms out, he lingers there, letting the head of his cock roam around. “God, you have such a sexy expression right now. All fucked up.” He bottoms out again powerfully. You scream out in pleasure and pain simultaneously. It hurts, but it also feels so damn good. “Yes, that’s it,” Dark pants. “Let me hear your moans. Let me know how much you love being my bitch.”

“Hnng, M-… Ma-” But your words are cut short by your scream as he slams into you again.

“You don’t need to speak to tell me. I hear it in your moans and the way your ass is eating me up.” He chuckles darkly. “Fucking hell, I love you and your sexy hole.” He slams into you again. And again.

“Damn,” he moans. “I’m getting really close now.” His thrusts speed up again, his breeder balls slapping against you. The bed creaks softly under his powerful movements. He fucks you deep into the mattress and pillow that you are lying on. “I’m gonna fill you up real good. You’re never gonna want any other cock than mine again.” He speaks fast, with an unsteady voice—signs that he is nearing orgasm.

He slams into you one last time, and then ceases his thrusts. You feel his cock twitching and the thick liquid shooting into your ass. “Fuuuuck.” He twitches a bit, making movements that aren’t quite thrusts but do move his cock back and forth a last few times. He finally lets go of your wrists that he had pinned to the mattress, and collapses on top of you. The weight of his torso is crushing, but you don’t mind it. You wrap your arms around him, as if you want him closer still. His dick is still twitching, still shooting sperm, and Dark is moving around in your ass a little bit. “Fucking hell,” he moans. “That was a proper fucking load that I’ve just shot into you.”

“Mmm, thank you, master.” You’ve gotten hot; sweat glistens on your skin. But you feel hot inside too, thanks to his cock and the warm fluid he pumped into you. You close your eyes, savoring the sensations. Dark seems to be in a similar state of mind, his body relaxed as he lies on top of you. But after a minute or so, his cock having ceased its pulsations, he gets up from you, slipping his cock out. You open your eyes just as his hands grab your sides and he roughly turns you around, making you lie prone. The pillow that was under your ass is now supporting your groin, making your ass stick out.

Dark places his hands on your hips again, and then you feel the big head of his penis at the rim of your anus. “You didn’t think it was over, did you?” he says cockily. He pushes in with a grunt, eliciting another moan from you. “You see, I’m a man of my word. I promised you that you wouldn’t be able to walk after tonight. I mean to deliver.”

He penetrates your hole deeply—somehow it feels like he reaches even deeper than in the previous position. You want to moan, but the sensation is so overwhelming your breath is stuck in your throat for a moment. He moves again, fucking you deeply, hitting your prostate good, and you moan loudly in ecstasy. “Fucking hell,” you mutter under your breath.

“That’s what I like to hear, my princess.” He removes his hands from your hips as he lies down upon you, his huge pecs pressing down on your shoulder blades. His thighs are on either side of yours. You feel the muscles in them contract and release as he fucks you. His right hand moves under your torso toward your face. He stops at your chin, holding it tightly. You can’t move your head anymore unless he wills it, and he knows it. “You’re in my power now, my sweet, sweet girl.” His possessive tone at your ear only serves to turn you on further, making you moan louder involuntarily with the next thrust.

“That’s it, let me hear you. I’m going to fuck all kinds of sweet noises out of you.” He interrupts himself for a particularly hard thrust, making you scream. “All. Night. Long. That’s a promise.”

Notes

The line “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it" was strongly inspired by this art by len_barboza on Instagram. So hot...

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an-idyllic-novelist · 1 year ago

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dark schneider with shinobu!reader headcanons - part two

Warnings: ooc, violence, KNY manga spoilers, Bastard!! anime season two spoilers, strong language, violence, mentions of PTSD.

If you are not comfortable reading this type of story, please push the back button and read something more pleasant.

Hey guys, welcome to part two the fluffier version of the yandere headcanons, featuring the handsome, arrogant wizard Dark Schneider of the Netflix's anime series Bastard!! Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy and the character!reader who is Shinobi Kocho from the beloved world of Demon Slayer aka Kimetsu no Yaiba! The link to them will be here.

For those who just came here and haven’t read part one, please do so before proceeding. The link to part one is here.

As it is portrayed in the series, there will be multiple references to heavy metal bands. I claim no ownership over them, including the lyrics of Operation: Mindcrime, composed by the American heavy metal band Queensryche in 1988 under the album of the same name.

Special thanks to @ccruzmoon, @anniespostssworld, @enryegotrip, and @mitra555 for their feedback and help with making this one of the best sequels I’ve written for a headcanon series in a long while! :)

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and let's dive back into a world of magic and musical mayhem!

Golems from the ancient world aren’t much different than the ones used today. They are sentient, programmed to perform certain tasks, and able to regenerate themselves should their bodies be destroyed by an enemy. In fact, they were deemed as prototypes of an ‘AI - Drone’. Yoko didn’t know much beyond what her father had shown her in the temple’s sacred texts, but she did emphasize just how lucky you were to have discovered one in a weapons’ storehouse belonging to the Dark Rebel Army, with its parts and programming still in excellent condition. You have had it for over a year, and you can certainly tell that it wasn’t used for thermal optics or firing weapons at opponents from great distances like the AI-Drones were originally designed to do in war.

For one, Led Zeppelin was made of metal dripped in gold, with stubby legs and a long feathery tail as well as wings. It could change its body’s mass from the size of a dumpling to a pillow in the blink of an eye, and had a mouth of razor-sharp teeth that served two purposes: storing items in its body, and showing recordings it took from its point of view. Oh, and biting people who came too close to you, its owner. Apparently, according to the technicians in the samurai residence, Led Zeppelin immediately bonded with you, the first person it saw once they had reactivated its factory settings.

Well…supposed it is still a tad bit rude to keep referring to Led Zeppelin as an ‘it’ when ‘he’ has always been by your side, acting as a personal assistant and a subsequent comfort pet because goldfish have been extinct for the last century. When the night terrors began occurring last month, however, your Zeppelin had been stuck in the mechanical shop for a month because a few of his corroding parts were getting more difficult to find, courtesy of the Dark Rebel’s Army growing power in the country.

But now the remaining safe haven in A-Ian-Maide was under attack by two Samurai Shoguns and a herd of sphinxes, your golem’s role would be more important than ever. He would keep Lucien Renlen safe, along with the women and children and the samurai who are stationed to look after them. When you gave this order, the golem shook his body rapidly - clearly he wanted to follow you into the battlefield outside.

You smiled sadly as you shook your head too, cradling the tiny Zeppelin in your hands. “You have to. If there is anyone in this world who is capable of defeating the Dark Rebel Army and preventing them from reviving the God of Destruction,” You looked up, seeing a raven-haired young man in standard leather armor and about to burst into tears as he looked at you with wide, dark blue eyes. “It is the boy you are protecting. This is my final command as your owner.” When you said this, Zeppelin started weeping. You were startled. Since when golems could cry?

“Ara, ara, come now.” You cooed, wiping away the golden, oily tears with your thumbs. “You must be brave for me, Led Zeppelin. Farewell, my dearest companion.” Pressing a kiss against his tiny horns, you reluctantly took a few steps forward and placed Led Zeppelin on top of Lucien’s head. Giving the golem one final pat on the head, you turned around, ready to sprint from the main lobby and toward what might become your tombstone when a pair of wiry arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tightly from behind.

“[First Name], please don’t go!” You couldn’t feel his tears through your leather armor, and yet his voice was cracked. Desperate to keep you here behind the safety of the castle’s walls….even when these walls may come crumbling down the longer you are here. Untangling Lucien’s arms from your body, you turned around and faced him, covering his quivering hands with your own.

“Lucien, I can’t. I need to be there for them, for Yoko. I can’t fail as I…as I had failed the two of you in Meta-llicana, the citizens. If I had only been quicker, stronger….none of this would have happened. And you wouldn’t have taken so long to recover. I’m so, so, sorry.” For a brief moment, you saw a glimmer of recognition in Lucien’s eyes. Perhaps you were already losing your mind?

Shaking your head, you released Lucien’s hands from your grasp….and pulled him into a tight embrace. “Remember this, Lucien. To be born is a blessing. Do not look back in remorse, because nothing good comes from it. And remember to smile, even when it seems like suffering is coming towards you like an avalanche and it’s hard to breathe. But above all else….never forget that you are loved. Yoko loves you, and I love you. You are strong, and even if something happens to me…I know you will keep moving forward.”

Leaning forward, you gently kissed Lucien. This is the same ritual Yoko had secretly been performing when she thought no one was around, oblivious to just how many times Led Zeppelin has caught her in action and you’ve seen it via the recordings. As the high priest’s daughter, she was the only other person left who could perform the Accept spell that would release Dark Schneider. Yet for the last two years, Lucien’s second identity never emerged.

But you had hope. You believe that he will return…because he is the handsome, unsaintly, powerful hero of this universe. The show wouldn’t be the same without its main star, and it’s already been five episodes into the second season.

Reluctantly, you took a step back from Lucien and Led Zeppelin, then another before you turned around and blitzed down the carpeted corridor towards the sound of battle cries, spell-casting, and the deafening roar of the sphinxes. A genocide opera almost fitting for an Insect Hashira ready to lay her life on the line….and bring her enemies down with her, no matter the cost.

“Let me out! Damn it you brat, I said let me out! Let me help [First Name] or else she’ll get killed out there! Do you want her to die, or do you want her to live with us as the queen of the world we’ll conquer?!” Dark Schneider screamed inside Lucien’s head, pouring more of his magic through the seal that has kept him imprisoned in this weak body. “I’m ready! I’m strong enough to destroy these bastards now! SO LET ME OUT ALREADY, GODDAMMIT!!”

The rain made the rocks slick, so blitzing from one area of the crumbling castle to another at your speed was almost impossible without slipping and spraining your ankle. Leaving yourself wide open isn’t an option either, especially when one of the Shoguns was using wire to incapacitate his enemies, just like what he had done with Jorg. Making yourself scarce wasn’t your fighting style, but you couldn’t always do what you wanted to do on a battlefield.

Still…the wires….

You carefully thumbed one of them, eyeing it carefully before recognition flashed through your mind. Ah, now you remember! It had been when that girl who fancied herself as redeemable even after she allowed her little brother to kill so many humans and make them his spider familiars! If that’s the case….

You unsheathed your sword, palming the leather handle for a moment before you swiftly swung the blade, cutting down the wires that kept you from reaching the other samurai, Vai leading them. As you walked towards them, it took all of your willpower to not look down and see the bloodied corpses of the men sprawled at your feet.

He was surprised, yelling how it was possible that you could see the threads. His statement made you blink in shock, pausing your treatment of an injured samurai. The wires were invisible, and yet you could see them? How odd. You were sure they could see it too.

Shaking your head, you quickly administered the necessary aid to your patient from the sewed pockets of your haori.

A full vial of Dragon’s Breath to cauterize the wound, dried vermillion petals soaked in alcohol for disinfection, followed by bandages. “Believe me, I wish I knew too, but this is neither the time nor the place, Vai.” You said, helping the patient onto his feet. “All right, let’s get him somewhere where he can lay low -“

That was when you all heard it: a roar that shook the earth, ripping across the air through the valley followed by warmth seeping down your neck. Fear coiled itself in your stomach as the low thudding of footsteps grew closer. Blinking slowly, you turned your head and saw it. A magnificent specimen of a male sphinx, it’s orange mane bristled and teeth baring.

Oh, dear. That is not good. It’s one thing to have a magical creature being controlled by a wizard, but an angry one? Definitely not good. You licked your cracked mouth.

“Vai?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you distract that sphinx?”

“What?”

“I said, can you distract this incredibly terrifying animal long enough so I can strike it from behind?” You said, patience wearing thin. “Can you do it or not?”

Vai faltered for a moment, glancing at the sphinx before he groaned. “F-Fine, but be quick! It’s resistant to magic!” He exclaimed, taking the injured samurai from you and passing him to another comrade.

You grinned. “Good thing what I have in mind does not involve using spells.” Bending your knees, you leaned back and blitzed forward. The sphinx unfurled its massive feathered wings, releasing strong gusts of wind that blew most of the samurai away, and high up in the air. Just where you needed to be. You inhaled sharply through your teeth, spinning your body so you were facing the sphinx, your dominant arm pulled back and holding your gleaming ninichrin blade.

“Insect Breathing: Butterfly Dance Caprice.”

You lunged forward, stabbing the sphinx in its backside and hind legs with the poison you had applied to the sword prior to the invasion as part of your weekly maintenance routine. You could have targeted the chest and behind the ears, but it would have taken longer for the poison to be absorbed into its body. The areas you struck in the male were much more vulnerable simply because they were used to attract potential females through an intricate dance, similar to what certain exotic birds did during mating season, at least that’s what you read in the encyclopedias back in your old world.

Landing on the fractured stones of a destroyed keep, you watched in sadistic satisfaction as the sphinx crumbled into a heap, struggling to stand up for just a brief moment before losing consciousness. Good. It’s working. You thought.

“I’m going ahead!” You yelled. “I’ll take down as many of these sphinxes as I can, and provide cover! If you see any threads blocking your path, tell me and I’ll cut them!”

“How are you even doing this?!”

“Strike first, ask questions later!”

And that was exactly what you did. You struck down the sphinxes who weren’t too high up in the air with your poison and sliced through the wires that weren’t coated with the heavy oil Yoko had released, flying across the battlefield like a butterfly just as you had done as a Demon Slayer.

Who would have thought that one of the people you had saved during an outbreak of purple fever had been a magician gifted in the art of reconstructing an entire object to its original condition, so long as she had a piece of it?

But there was no time for being sentimental, even for a second. The samurai were counting on you to even the odds that were in their favor.

Darting across the ruins of the castle, you heard a maniacal, grating laugh from amongst the sphinx’s roars. Skidding to a halt, you glanced up and saw a figure dressed in white and balancing himself in midair on a wire, holding Joshua captive in a web. Ah, that must be the Sorcerer Shogun responsible for killing Jorg.

Supposed….it’s time to also test that too, hm?

You inhaled a deep breath, closing your eyes as you crouched down towards with your sword by your side. Focus on opening the blood vessels in your legs, pumping oxygen through every muscle fiber and remaining absolutely still until you’re ready. You waited…and then you felt it. The muscles in your legs grew taunt, like a bowstring being pulled back and the faintest trace of thunder crackling beneath your feet. You smiled sadly. Forgive me for using your own Breathing Style, Zenitsu.

[Eye Color] irises snapped open. “Thunder Breathing: Thunderclap and Flash!”

You pushed on your back leg, catapulting through the air as blue-white bolts of lightning swept beneath your feet. You raised your sword, slicing through the threads and allowing Joshua to get free. Because you were ‘running’ at a high speed, you were not able to stop until you collided with the cliffside. You backflipped, using the momentum from your feet and the remainder of the Thunder Breathing technique to propel from the rocky terrain and propel towards the Sorcerer Shogun.

Dark brown hair matted down, half of it covering the right side, with a single red eye widening in surprise as you flew towards him, smiling and inhaling through the mouth again.

“Insect Breathing, Dance of the Centipede: Hundred Legged Zigzag. Thunder Breathing: Thunderclap and Flash!”

Using two separate Breathing Styles at once is almost impossible because of the strain it puts on the body and having complete control over both techniques without it faltering either of them. You zigzagged across the sky, and with the lightning under your feet, it allowed you to close the distance between you and the Sorcerer Shogun, sword aimed at his neck. But instead of putting the poor fool out of his misery, you just grazed his clavicle area.

Still, a graze will allow the poison to seep into his body. Won’t be long before he’s knocked out as well. You thought, landing on the ground on wobbly feet. You blinked, steadying yourself and trying very hard to ignore the black dots clouding your vision. Oh dear, methinks that was a bit too much. Well, can’t stop now. You thought, sheathing your sword just when you heard your name being called. Turning around, you saw Joshua running towards you, his mouth open and….saying something?

Darkness suddenly enveloped you from behind, yet before you could do anything you felt something heavy and furry collide against your back, knocking the air out of your lungs as you were suddenly planted face-first into the ground. You wheezed. You tried to push yourself up, but the pressure just increased. Damn it, you might have broken a rib. Maybe two of them. The deafening roar that pierced your ear told you what was pinning you down. A sphinx. Not the smaller males. This was a female, and it is the larger one of the aggressive species. More than that, she doesn’t play with her food.

If she’s hungry, she’ll swallow you in a single gulp.

Nausea clenched at your throat like a fist, making it difficult to breathe through your nose. Your vision was starting to grow blurry. No. No…I can’t…I need…to get…up!

“It’s okay.”

You froze, startled upon hearing a very familiar voice inside the recesses of your mind. Lucien? Is that…how did you��?!

“Everything will be okay, [First Name]. We’re here now. Just hang tight.”

That was when the smell of sulfur hit you. The sphinx’s paw that had you pinned down was suddenly off, allowing you to roll onto your back and let air enter your body, even as the flames were grazing the sleeves of your haori. You watched with blurry eyes as the magical creature was incinerated….along with the others that were in the sky…by vortexes of red flames that jutted…from the castle’s baileys and rooftops?

There’s only one person in the world who could perform magic on that scale. You smiled. It’s him. He’s back, after two long years.

Dark Schneider is more than a little annoyed right now.

He might have been able to take over after promising Lucien that he will keep [First Name] once he took possession of the body, but the badass comeback he had been planning to make in this series totally got screwed up by that weird-lookin’ peasant! Royal bodyguard? Sorry, no one gives orders to Dark Schneider, he’s the one that hands them out on a silver platter to his loyal servants.

And why the fuck did the Sorcerer Shogun with Yorazashi threads quickly recover from the poison that his queen had personally given him?! No one is supposed to have plot immunity except for him, the gorgeous and saintly protagonist!

He’s scripted to have a flashy battle with these clowns too, damn it! Macapine and Ba Thory are going down. He didn’t care if his salary was going to get cut in this episode, [First Name] needed him, right now.

Raising his hand, the mighty evil wizard summoned the Goa Cyclone spell, followed by Spears ‘o Stone. The last one impaled the Shogun that had bugs in his body. Macapine was sent flying somewhere, and Dark Schneider hoped he would never come back for the rest of the season. Closing his eyes, he began to channel magic into the next incantation; this was a tricky spell, since it required a considerable amount of concentration for him to be able to accurately track down the person he wishes to find.

Come, you know that you cannot refuse me

Let me into your mind,

So that we can watch the dragon burn

Beneath the moonlight and stars of Revolution!

Operation Mindcrime!

Purple smoke and sparks of lightning billowed around him, swirling like a rising mist before immediately sinking into the crumbled stones beneath his feet. Dark Schneider’s magic thrummed as it traveled beneath the earth, driven by his desire to seek out the Insect Hashira, looking for the tiniest spec of her own white magic. Once his magic found that thin tendril, he was able to find her.

She was being cradled by Kai’s arms while Yoko kneeled in front of her, the high priestess using her holy magic. Dark Schneider almost snarled at the sight of small lacerations on his queen’s face, the bruises on her hands and the sound of ribs being pushed back into place, eliciting a pained groan from her.

That’s enough. He thought, walking down the stairs, past the onlookers and Mifune, towards the battlefield with Lars tagging along behind him…and [First Name]’s golem. Yeah, the little bastard didn't like him one bit, not with how much he’s growling and snapping his teeth. He quickened his stride, almost blitzing through the carnage towards where the others were….wait, what is [First Name] doing?!

Yoko and Kai were yelling at her as she wobbled unsteadily towards a partially-eaten samurai, his lower half covered with what looked like the same creatures Ba Thory summoned to try to use on him, the greatest sorcerer in the world.

“I appreciate your concern Yoko, Kai, but please let me…see what these creatures are. If they are what I think they are….we still have a chance to save everyone!” She looked at them with wide eyes, tired and desperate. “Please.”

Dark Schneider quickened his pace, almost running towards them with a furrowed brow. “Idiot.” He muttered. What could [First Name] even do in her current condition. Moreover, why is she trying so hard to save nobodies who barely made an impact on the second season of this show? She needed to take care of herself before taking care of others. How many close-calls of collapsing from overworking and suffering from night-terrors is it going to take until she understands that she can’t do everything if she’s weak?

“Hey -” He called out, wanting to know what exactly is going on in this scenario when someone struck him in the back of the head with a fish. Glancing over his shoulder, the wizard felt annoyance and fear coil in his stomach simultaneously as he saw Yoko glowering down at him.

“Late, late, late! You are so late!” She screamed, relentless in her assault as she continued to hit his head. “What took you so long?! What have you been up to for the past two years?! Almost the entire new cast of characters and we’re at risk of getting canceled unless we do something!” Her fists were quickly replaced with a mace that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “But on top of it all, [First Name] says she can save everyone but we don’t even know how or what she’s talking about!”

“And why should I care what happens to them?” Dark Schneider barked as he rubbed his sore skull, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “I don’t care about anyone else except for [First Name].”

The high priestess shook her fist in the air. “What was that, you ungrateful little-!”

“That’s enough, Yoko!” [First Name] snapped, kneeling beside the fallen samurai next to Kai. Pulling out a scalpel, forceps and corked vial from her haori.

She made an incision on one of the worms, causing it to squeal and writhe. Kai immediately plunged the tip of her sword into the leech, keeping it still long enough for [First Name] quickly used the forceps, pulling out a slimy, translucent worm about an inch, two inches long, holding it up in the air.

“I knew it.” She whispered. “This is it.”

“What is it?” Kai asked.

“This, my dear friend, is a regeneration worm. Difficult to find due to its rarity, but it is capable of healing wounds that cannot be repaired by magic,” [First Name] shared a hopeful smile with the taller woman. “Maybe…bring back our comrades from the brink of death. Like Schen Karr here.”

“You’re serious?”

“Quite.” [First Name] said. “Yoko! I need him!”

“What?”

“Trust me! Darsh, could you come here please? You too, Yoko!” [First Name] asked, waving her hand up and down in the air as she looked at him, hope and determination dancing in her eyes.

Dark Schneider groaned. He knew that look. She wasn’t going to stop now until she collapses, so why does it turn him on so much? Well….he’ll just have to sweep her up in his arms like a princess and give some TLC later, right? Wait….did she just call him Darsh? He felt his face heat up a little. Damn it. Why does it sound so much better when she says than how Arshes called me that in the past?!

[First Name] quickly explained what he already knew about regeneration worms, and where Yoko’s healing magic comes into play. Kai was all for it and took off to inform the remaining samurai to gather what’s left of their fallen comrades. The high priestess went to work on Schen Karr, chanting blessed spells around Schen Karr while Dark Schneider and Led Zeppelin collected the worms. He had no problems finding the bastard Ba Thory and taking him apart piece by piece to get what his queen wanted, but how and why would a golem help out?

He knew about their storage capacity, nothing else beyond that.

When he saw its jaws open and devour the leeches on the samurai’s body in three bites and regurgitate the worms on the ground in a neat pile by his feet, Dark Schneider withdrew his previous statement.

While the handsome hero and his trusty sidekick Lars helped collect the worms, [First Name] would insert them inside her patients after she patched them up the wounds that Yoko's magic couldn’t reverse. The reddish-orange hues of dawn soon appeared over the mountainside as the heavy rain dissipated into a light sprinkle. The samurai crowded around, hugging each other or rushing around to help the citizens who got caught in the crossfire, bringing them to either Yoko or [First Name].

However, Dark Schneider could see that the healing process was taking its toll on his queen. She kept rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to keep them focused on her task. She needed to rest, and yet there was still a line of people who needed treatment. He commended [First Name] for being as patient as she had been, because he would’ve snapped the whiny warrior’s neck in half right now for refusing to lie still. No one wanted a weird-ass worm inside of them, but she would never deliberately endanger a patient. Yoko agreed, trying to coax the man that everything will be alright, yet he remained defiant.

Dark Schneider’s eyes narrowed when the idiot slapped his queen’s shaky hand, causing her to drop the forceps and the worm to fall onto the ground. Led Zeppelin gobbled up the little bugger so it wouldn’t go to waste, and [First Name] had the patient pinned down by the throat.

She needed to stop, now.

He pushed past the crowd, walking right behind Shinobu and carefully removing her hand from the bastard, pressing his chest against her back for a moment before he scooped her up in his arms.

“And you’re done! Hey asshole,” He glowered at the sniveling rat. “Show a little more compassion that it was my queen treating you second-rate servants and not me, or you’d be dead already. Actually,” The wizard turned to Yoko. “Let them die if they keep acting like this. The casting department should have more than enough money left in the budget to hire more actors for this season.”

Yoko shook her head, the corners of her mouth tugging into a small smile before someone else, one of the civilians, came forward and offered to take over. The high priestess nodded, with Led Zeppelin reluctantly staying behind as Dark Schneider walked away with [First Name].

“Thank you, Darsh. Although if my memory serves me correctly, I did not say that I am your queen.” The Insect Hashira said, looking up at him with an inquisitive frown.

“So you’re telling me there’s still a chance.” Dark Schenider responded with a grin.He watched in amusement as she just stared at him, wide-eyed before she sighed, closing them as she shook her head at him fondly. “You haven’t changed a bit. Still…I’m glad you and Lucien are all right.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“The last battle did take a toll on you, the both of you, Darsh, and if I-”

“That wasn’t your fault.”

“But -”

“You weren’t the one who summoned the Demon Mail and used it to attack Princess Sheila or me. That was Abigail. You did what you had to do to ensure everyone had a chance to survive. What happened to Meta-llicana was not your fault, so don’t you dare say it is or so help me I will drop you right now.” He hissed, halting in his trek to look down at her. “Do you understand?” [First Name] didn’t respond, instead she just blinked rapidly at him, face frozen with shock from the words he said before he scoffed, turning his attention to their surroundings.

It’s not exactly an ideal place to rest, but this area wasn’t too far from the others and didn’t have as much debris lying around. Using his magic, Dark Schneider levitated and transformed two of the largest rocks into a pillow and a small mattress. He remembered [First Name] referring to them as a ‘futon’. He remembered her telling him, as Lucien, the difference between a four poster bed and what she had been used to sleeping back in her old world. This was the closest thing he could create from how she described them

His queen was…well, she was in awe of his greatness. Her hands clenched, fisting and pulling on the fabric of his shirt before he set her down. Well, actually he kept her in his arms as he kneeled down and tucked her under the duvet. “There. All cozy, isn’t it?” He smirked, resting his chin with one hand as he laid on top of the futon while the other stroked the top of her head.

Laying on his side next to her, the wizard smiled as he saw [Eye Color] irises fluttering beneath his touch, trying to fight off the exhaustion when it was already a losing battle for [First Name]. Then all of a sudden, she sat up from the futon and he felt something warm and soft press against his cheek. Her lips. She just kissed him. Willingly. Holy fuck.

[First Name] smiled sleepily. “Thank you…Darsh.” Her serene voice muddled down to a soft, drowsy murmur before she laid flat on her back under the futon, her eyes closing. Five minutes later, her breathing slowed to soft inhaling and exhaling through the mouth. All Dark Schneider could do was stare down at her with a wide, goofy grin and pink cheeks while the dog ears on top of his head wiggled.

[First Name] loves me. She loves us, Lucien! He exclaimed in his mind, the bushy tail behind him wagging in excitement. If everything goes well, we might even hit third base before the second season is over! When all he heard was a disapproving silence in the background, Dark Schneider chuckled weakly, continuing to pet [First Name]’s head gently. Okay, okay, maybe that’s a little too soon, but c’mon, not even a kiss for the handsome hero who busted his ass to save this show from being canceled forever? We gotta give these viewers something!