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Courtship 20: Wedding Night

The first night of wedded bliss

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When it was time for Mr. and Mrs. Gold to leave the reception, Dove brought the Cadillac around. He opened the passenger door for Mrs. Gold and Mr. Gold took command in the driver’s seat. The two of them drove off for their honeymoon at Mr. Gold’s cabin in the woods.

“So what now?” she asked her husband. “Are we gonna keep going with car sex? I’ve never given someone a blowjob while they’re driving.”

“And you won’t now,” Mr. Gold said. Despite the denial, he had a tone of warm pride. He liked that she made the suggestion. “Are you still wet, my slut?”

If she wasn’t before, she was after he asked.

“Um, I think so.”

Mr. Gold scoffed. “You think so? Spread your legs.”

Immediately, she did as he asked. The car’s heater had warmed up the air, but the leather seats rubbed coolly into the space between her stockings and her short skirt. She heard Mr. Gold inhale deeply through his nose.

“Oh yes,” he said hungrily. “That is a ripe and ready cunt.”

Heat flared over Mrs. Gold’s cheeks. “Thank you, Mr. Gold.”

“Are you still messy?” He asked it casually, both hands on the steering wheel. “Are you still soaked in my leavings?”

She swallowed before she answered. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“Do you want more?”

Her breath stopped for a moment. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“Where?” he asked. “Where do you want me to come next?”

She was too overwhelmed to answer. There were so many possibilities.

He clicked his tongue at her. “I asked you a question, Mrs. Gold.”

“Hng,” she whined. “I mean, anywhere. You can do anything you want to me, Mr. Gold.”

“Of course I can.” There was a grin in his voice. “And right now I’m exercising my right to ask you what you want.”

“I--” she whispered. She managed to collect herself. “I mean, call me vanilla, but I can’t imagine anything better than having you on top of me and coming in my cunt.”

“The old-fashioned way,” Mr. Gold nodded. “Certainly has its perks. I’m sure we’ll get around to it at some point over the next week.”

“A whole week,” she sighed. Not only a week of vacation with no work and no responsibilities, but a week with him! Alone with him! “Do we have any plans, besides fucking each other’s brains out?

“If I only fucked you until you were brainless, this would be a very short honeymoon indeed.”

Mrs. Gold preened. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m the kind of stupid fucktoy that can keep going for as long as you want. No brains required.”

“And you will,” Mr. Gold placed his hand on her spread thigh and squeezed. “You’ll do everything I want you to do.”

****

The cabin was in an isolated spot near a lake, not far from the old wishing well. Mr. Gold drove confidently on the winding roads through the forest. This was part of the Widowmaker Highway--people had died here--but Mr. Gold was as at home in the pitch-black wilderness as he had been in the luxury of the limo. These roads weren’t half as dark and twisted as he was. In every situation, Mr. Gold knew the biggest danger around was himself.

Mrs. Gold licked her lips. He was a fascinating man, her husband. There were so many layers to him, so many mysteries to uncover. Part of her longed to delve deeper into him, to peel back his armor a little bit at time, to prove herself worthy of understanding him. If she didn’t have anyone else in her life anymore, couldn’t she at least have him?

Would he let her?

She could only tell they had arrived at the cabin when Mr. Gold parked the car on a gravel driveway. From the headlights, she saw a log structure, dwarfed by looming bare trees. The building lurked low to the ground, like an animal crouching before it pounced. Two windows caught the light, but there was only blackness behind them, the glinting eyes of a predator.

“Here it is,” Mr. Gold announced. “Home away from home.”

“You know,” Mrs. Gold said, “a lot of people would hear the phrase ‘cabin in the woods’ and think they’re about to be torn to shreds by a crazed maniac.”

Mr. Gold chuckled. “Good thing my wife isn’t ‘a lot of people.’” He unbuckled his seat belt. “Besides, I just spent a lot of money on you and I want to recoup my investment. There’d be no point in killing you now.”

She snorted and unbuckled her own seatbelt. A shoveled path cut through the snow, clear as ink on paper. Her husband was waiting for her at the door, in the shadows of a porch roof.

“Unfortunately, I can’t carry you over the threshold, Mrs. Gold, but I believe there is another way to commemorate this occasion.”

She hoped he could see her smile. “One of your games?”

“Yes.” He took her hand. She had taken off her white leather gloves, so she felt the slide of his black leather against her skin. “One of our games.”

Mrs. Gold’s heart skipped a beat. Our games. He meant that. These things that they did, the way that they were, they were something they shared together. They mattered. And they were hers as much as they were his.

“Get on your knees,” Mr. Gold ordered. He was still holding her hand.

She blinked.

“Here?” She looked around at the porch made of rough wooden planks. It was clear of snow, but the floor would be freezing and all she had covering her knees was a tissue-thin layer of white nylon. “Now?”

“Here,” Mr. Gold confirmed. “Now.”

Mrs. Gold hesitated even though she knew there wasn’t really any choice. It wasn’t something she didn’t want to do, even though part of her balked. She kept thinking about the cold, the discomfort, the dirt and splinters on her new stockings.

But were any of those things more important than Mr. Gold? More important than making him happy? More important than showing him she deserved to play their games?

Of course not.

Without another word, Mrs. Gold sank to the ground.

Immediately, the freezing damp bit into her skin. She tried to keep her legs up off the porch, balancing between her knees and the toes of her white wedding heels. She was a little unsteady, but Mr. Gold held her chin in his hand to help support her. The warmth of his touch washed over her. She could stay like this for hours, if he wanted her to.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, I’m going to go inside. You’re going to count to ten--slowly, out loud--then you’re going to crawl over the threshold on your hands and knees. That will be a fine start to our wedded bliss, don’t you think?”

In the darkness, she looked up at him. If only he could see her devotion, her determination.

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

He patted her on the cheek and turned away. As he went into the cabin, she counted. Slowly, out loud. She counted one through ten kneeling upright. When she finished, she put her hands down on the ground and began to crawl.

Like so many other things with Mr. Gold, it was strange because it felt so normal. She could have done it a thousand times before this moment. It really was what she wanted to do. It was what she was made for. Anything else would have left her feeling incomplete.

A sweet haze clouded over any objections in her mind. Even the dirt and cold, even the damage to her stockings, they weren’t dealbreakers. They were hurdles to be jumped over in a race she wanted to run. They were the rules of a game she wanted to win.

It was warm inside the cabin. The air was soft with the smell of woodsmoke. The darkness here had a golden tint to it. Looking up from the ground, Mrs. Gold noticed a few dim lamps--one on the wall of a small kitchenette, one in a corner behind a folding screen--but most of the light came from the glow of an iron stove in the corner by the door. The heat came from there too. The fire must have been going for hours before they got here.

Mrs. Gold returned her focus to the most important part of this room. Directly in front of her was a low chair made of leather and dark wood.

It was empty.

The door behind her closed. Mr. Gold walked past her on his way to the chair.

“Did I tell you to stop, Mrs. Gold?” he asked as he sat down.

Mrs. Gold blinked. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had stopped.”

“I asked you a question.” He leaned forward, hands on his cane. “Did I tell you to stop?”

She lowered her head. “No, Mr. Gold.”

“Then keep going,” he said. “I’m sure you can guess your destination.”

He didn’t sound angry, just firm. Mr. Gold wanted what he wanted and he wouldn’t accept anything less. Her job--her duty--for the rest of her life, would be to make sure he got it.

Her hands and knees never left the wood-plank ground as she crawled toward her husband. He sat in his chair like it was a throne, but he was greater than any king. He had proved that at the reception. Storybrooke royalty knelt at his feet and groveled. Those bastards begged for what they wanted Mr. Gold to give them. All Mrs. Gold begged was for him to take her, for him to accept the gift of herself.

As soon as she got to him, she started kissing his shoes. He let her go on for a while, let her cover the shiny black leather in lip-prints. Mrs. Gold kept going, even as she heard the sound of his zipper coming undone.

Then his hand was in her hair. He grabbed tightly to the base of her bun and pulled her up to her knees. His cock was out--hard and red and glorious. He looked at her briefly, looked down on her like he was still deciding what to do with her.

She licked her lips.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered. “Keep them there, no matter what. You’re nothing but a hole, Mrs. Gold, and I’m going to use you. It’s all you’re fit for, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.” Her hands gripped her wrists and rested in the small of her back. She ran her thumb over the pearls of the bracelet Mr. Gold had given her.

Without any further ceremony, Mr. Gold pulled her down over his cock. Her mysteriously missing gag reflex made it easy for him to bottom out in her throat. Her nose pressed against the hot skin of his groin. If only she didn’t have to breathe, she would stay here forever. Full of him. Complete.

He pulled her up slowly, bobbing her up and down a few times before he let her mouth free. With his hand still gripping her hair, he tilted her face to look up at him.

He shook his head and tutted.

“All that potential.” He pulled her down again, stuffed her mouth. “All that hard work, all those good family values. In the end, they didn’t add up to much, did they?”

He yanked her up by the hair. Mrs. Gold hissed at the pain even as she gasped for breath. He shook her, to get her attention.

“Did they?”

Her eyes watered, but she knew what to say. “No, Mr. Gold.”

He pushed her down again. “You were the best of your kind,” he rasped. “So bright, such a promising girl. A beacon of hope for your downtrodden community.”

He held her down until she ran out of air. Mrs. Gold clutched at her hands behind her back. With all her might, she fought the instinct to push away. She would not disobey Mr. Gold.

Finally, he pulled her up. One hand twisted tightly on her bun. She couldn’t Move her head a millimeter without scorching pain.

“You were a light,” he growled. “You were innocent, respectable, loved.”

Without warning, Mr. Gold slapped her across the face.

Mrs. Gold barely had time to register the blow before he was fucking her throat again. Then he pulled her up, held her cheeks in both hands.

“What are you now, dearie?”

She was shaking. She was crying. Her husband had just hit her and all she could think about was how much she wanted him.

Her voice was hoarse, unsteady, but she knew what the right answer was. “I’m a hole, Mr. Gold.”

He gave her a snarling grin. He pulled her down, then up again in quick succession. “What else are you, Mrs. Gold?”

“I’m a whore, Mr. Gold.”

Another quick burst of thrusts into her mouth.

“And?”

“I’m a slut, Mr. Gold.”

“Yes,” he fucked her. “And?”

“I’m stupid,” she whispered. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

He held her up again, forcing her head so she could only look at his cock. His grip on her was as tight as his grip on himself. With a few final pumps, he burst onto her, thick and hot. He coated her in white lines that ran from her cheeks to her cleavage.

Mrs. Gold flinched at the sudden feeling, the hot, liquid force that pulsed onto her. She shuddered, half-starting to come herself. If he ordered her to, she probably would, without him having to touch her at all.

His hand loosened in her hair. Slowly, he stroked down the wisps that had come loose in their frenzy. His fingers stroked the back of her neck. Leaning forward, he undid the clasp of the necklace he had given her at their wedding ceremony.

Mr. Gold pulled the strands of pearls away from her throat and showed them to her. The pearls themselves were tinted yellow with age, but some of them glistened with a creamy white sheen.

Instinctively, Mrs. Gold opened her mouth. She displayed her tongue in a silent plea.

Mr. Gold granted it. He held the necklace close to her face.

“Go ahead.”

Mrs. Gold brought her lips to the dripping pearls. She savored the still-warm fluids, the essence of the man she married. She licked between the strands, over and around the stones. She sucked the pearls into her mouth and cleaned them with her tongue.

Mr. Gold chuckled.

“What a natural slut you are,” he said in a tone that was half derision and half admiration. “I didn’t even have to ask. You guzzled my come like it was ambrosia.” Sighing, he leaned back in the leather chair. His head tilted over the back. “You took a slap to the face like it was a caress.” Roughly, he pulled her by her arm to have her sit on his knee. “Yes, I’d say I married the right woman after all.”

Mrs. Gold felt her eyes fill up. She had shed a few tears while he was fucking her, but his words affected her so much more.

“Really, Mr. Gold?”

He looked at her face and laughed. “Go ahead and cry, my sweet. Let’s ruin that pretty makeup of yours. Fuck, the things I’m going to do to you this week.”

Because she could handle it. That was the part that went unsaid. The reward for winning Mr. Gold’s games was always the chance to play again. He would keep upping the stakes and she would keep rising to his occasions. They would do that again and again for the rest of their lives. For as long as he wanted her. For as long as she could keep up with him. She had to keep doing what he wanted. She had to be the right woman. Mrs. Gold could take whatever her husband gave her. She just had to be Mrs. Gold.

****

Once they had recovered a bit, Mr. Gold ushered her off his lap and zipped up his pants again. He gestured to where the Johnny Walker was kept and Mrs. Gold hurried to serve him.

It was her first chance to actually walk in the cabin and have a look around. The space itself wasn’t much, just one long room with four corners and each corner was effectively its own room. One corner held a chest of drawers and a closet. In the corner across from that, a folding screen partially hid a double bed. The next corner was a living room with a couch and a woodstove and space for the easy chair where Mr. Gold now sat. It circled around to a kitchenette with a propane stove and a small refrigerator.

As she poured the whisky at the bar in the living room, Mrs. Gold noticed all the boxes. They were neatly arranged around the woodstove like presents around a Christmas tree--albeit a far bigger Christmas tree than had ever been seen in the French home. And these presents weren’t brightly colored with poinsettias and jingle bells. These were all white. Some were ivory, some were patterned with pastel flowers, some were accented with gold or silver. But they were all, unmistakably, wedding presents.

“Are these for us?” she asked stupidly as she went back to her husband.

Mr. Gold smirked. “That depends on what I think of them.”

Childish glee bubbled up inside Mrs. Gold. “When can we open them?”

“Whenever you like, my dear.” He moved his chair into position to get a better view of the piles of boxes. “You go ahead. I’ll watch.”

Mrs. Gold perused the small room that was crowded with presents. Most of the boxes were rectangular, but a few were more interesting shapes. They came in a variety of sizes too--from as big as the easy chair to smaller than her hand.

“These are all from our wedding guests?”

Mr. Gold nodded. “Gifts are traditional, you know.”

“But,” her mind reeled. “But I didn’t ask for anything. I didn’t have a register, or whatever it’s called. These people don’t know me. How would they know what to get me?”

Smiling indulgently, Mr. Gold leaned forward. “You might want to lower your expectations, my dear. Storybrooke isn’t exactly known for its out-of-the-box creative geniuses. I’d wager at least half of these boxes are just bottles of wine or liquor, and three-quarters of that isn’t anything I’d be bothered to drink.”

Mrs. Gold grinned. “A wager, huh? You want to make a bet?”

His eyebrows raised. “You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Yep.” She made her lips smack together with a pop.

“Very well,” Mr. Gold nodded slowly. “Unwrap everything. If there are more than ten items in that collection that look like they were thoughtfully selected for either one of us, you can choose how we end our wedding night.”

“And if not?”

He showed his teeth, sharp and predatory. “Then I get to choose. And you will do as I say, without question, hesitation, or complaint.”

“But I’d do that anyway.”

“Then it’s my favorite kind of wager, one I’ll win no matter what.’

****

In the end, she lost the bet. As Mr. Gold had predicted, the avalanche of wrapping paper mostly revealed bottles of booze in expensive-looking boxes. There was wine and champagne and a good deal of scotch--at least some people knew Mr. Gold well enough to know that. If the giver was really stretching their abilities, they might have included glassware or a corkscrew to go with the beverage.

“Don’t they know you already have this stuff?” Kneeling on the ground, Mrs. Gold held up a plain glass tumbler. “What you have is better than what they’re giving you, isn’t it?”

“It is.” Mr. Gold picked up the tumbler, examined it with a scoff, then set it down next to his chair. “Maybe this will come in useful when I feel the need to smash something.”

“I mean, why give you anything? What is there in the world that you don’t own or can’t buy? People are starving right here in Storybrooke, and you get stuff you don’t even want? How does that figure?”

“Well, you see Mrs. Gold, life is monstrously unfair.”

She snorted. “Ain’t it the truth.”

If Mr. Gold’s gifts were impersonal, her presents were nonexistent. Sometimes there were sets, or items would be explicitly his-and-hers--though whatever idiot thought they needed bathrobes with those labels was clearly huffing glue--but for the most part, these were all gifts given with only Mr. Gold in mind.

It made a sort of sense. As Sydney Glass had said, Lacey French was a nobody. Mrs. Gold only existed because of who her husband was, why shouldn’t everyone at their wedding think about him first? After all, her only goal in life was to keep Mr. Gold happy. It wasn’t surprising that other people in this town would have the same idea.

The only gift that seemed to be for her--or at least for any woman--was from Mayor Mills. It was a hand mirror, shining silver and heavily ornamented along the handle and the back.

“Do these look like apples to you? Or hearts?”

“You’re supposed to look at the front side.” Mr. Gold took the mirror and flipped it around, revealing her reflection.

Dried semen splattered across her cheek and chin. Her red lipstick was a smear around her mouth and there were streaks of mascara running down both cheeks. Her hair was a mess, barely in the bun at all. Her blue eyes--Mom’s eyes--looked watery and bloodshot. She was still wearing her wedding dress.

Mrs. Gold laughed. “What a mess!”

Her husband appeared in the mirror like a devil on her shoulder. He kissed her on her ear. “I like you messy,” he murmured. “I like making you a mess.”

She shivered, ducked her head. Mr. Gold ran his hand down her neck, over her clavicle, then under her dress and corset. He squeezed the soft mound of one breast, then moved over to the other.

Mrs. Gold’s breath slowed. Her eyes fluttered closed as he groped her. She knelt between his feet, so peaceful, so ready. Soon, so soon, he would make a demand of her. Whatever that demand would be, she’d obey. She wanted to obey.

“I think you have one more present, Mrs. Gold.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes. “Do I, Mr. Gold?”

With a final squeeze, he took his hand out of her cleavage. “It’s under the couch. Go get it and bring it here. I want to see you open it.”

She stayed down on her hands and knees as she went to the couch. The box was square, and short enough to slide out easily. Unlike every other present she had opened that night, this gift was wrapped in seductive burgundy.

She scooted on her knees back to Mr. Gold. The box was heavier than it looked. She tried not to shake her present, tried not to listen to the way the contents slid around, tried not to guess what was inside.

“I wonder who this is from,” she said brightly as she showed the box to Mr. Gold.

Mr. Gold gave her a fond grin. “Why don’t you open it and find out?”

The gift was tied with an elegant black-and-gold ribbon. Very carefully, Mrs. Gold pulled at the bow. She slid under the neat tape edges with her fingernail and pulled away the heavy wrapping paper without ripping it. The box inside was made of black velvet. She lifted off the lid and saw what her husband had given her.

“Oh,” she whispered. She looked up at Mr. Gold. “Really?”

“Of course,” he said warmly. “Did you think I was going to let a devious creature like you sleep in my bed unrestrained?”

She looked down again, at the twin strips of dark brown leather. They were lined with padding, each one thick enough to cover the length of her wrist. They were constructed like belts, with an adjustable width. The metal of the buckle was colored gold. So were the large rings in the centers.

There was a metal chain inside the box, a heavy, dull silver. The kind of chain they sold at Storybrooke Hardware. It was thin enough to slide through the polished gold rings.

Mrs. Gold’s breath shook. “Can I start wearing them tonight?”

“You may.” Mr. Gold smiled. “Take off your bracelet.”

Overwhelmed, Mrs. Gold laughed. “You don’t want to come on it first?”

“No, I’m going to come on this pretty dress you’re wearing.” Gently, Mr. Gold took her wrist. He unclasped the pearl bracelet and placed it in the lid of the black box. Then he took one of the cuffs and fastened it over her pulse point.

Instantly, Mrs. Gold began to float. The moment the cuff touched her skin, she was transported into a world of absolute peace. Mr. Gold ran his fingers under the cuff, then looked into her eyes.

“Oh yes, you do like bondage, don’t you?”

Weakly, she nodded. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

He was a little rougher with her other hand, but that only added to the thrill. He ran the chain through the rings on the cuffs and held the free ends loosely in one hand. The chain draped onto the ground with a thousand tiny clangs. Each sound hit Mrs. Gold at the core of her desire.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

Mr. Gold rattled the chain, a very easy way to command her attention. “There is more in the box,” he said.

Blinking, Mrs. Gold gathered herself enough to look into the box again. When she saw what was inside, she smiled to greet her old friends: condoms, rubber gloves, and anal lube.

She looked up at her husband. “Tonight?”

“Why not end this courtship how we began it?” He grinned at the chains connecting them. “With a few additions.”

“Oh please,” she whispered. “Please, yes, Mr. Gold.”

****

The bed behind the folding screen in the corner was old-fashioned, made of iron. The rails on the headboard and footboard were sturdy enough to wrap the chain around. Mr. Gold had her bend over the bottom of the bed with her ass in the air. He pulled her forward with the chain until her arms were outstretched and her shoes just barely touched the ground. At that point of perfect tension, he wrapped the chain around the headboard and knotted it to stay in place.

“What, no padlock?” It took all her concentration to make that quip.

Mr. Gold stood behind her. Slowly, he folded her short, tight skirt until it was up over her ass. “Do you really want to run away from me, Mrs. Gold?”

“No.” She sank into the quilted coverlet. “Never, Mr. Gold.”

“I didn’t think so.”

He pulled down her thong and let it drop to her ankles. Then he delivered a pounding smack onto her ass.

Mrs. Gold winced at the sound before she felt the pain. The blow was deep and solid. She felt it in her muscles more than on her skin.

“You chose this,” Mr. Gold said softly. “Never forget that. Everything I do to you, is something you want, dearie. You can escape it. You can stop it. But you’re never going to. You know you deserve this.”

He slid a finger into her asshole and she hissed. The lube was cold and his touch was rough. There was no tentative exploration like there had been on their first date--the only other time she had done this. He added another finger, opening her wider. Mrs. Gold pressed her face into the coverlet to hide her winces.

“Does that hurt, little whore?” Mr. Gold teased her. “Yes, I knew it would. Just you wait until the day when I don’t bother with lubricant at all.” He pushed in deeper and harder. “Just wait until I don’t trouble myself to warm you up first. I’ll expect your ass to be ready for me whenever I want it, just like your eager throat and your greedy, filthy cunt.”

Mrs. Gold let out a faint moan. Him talking to her helped. It gave her a distraction from the sensations in her body--the revulsion and the pain and the joy. And then his words! Fuck, was he serious? Would he really expect those things of her? Did he think she could do it?

He smacked her again and she yelped. Her muscles clenched against his fingers and he chuckled.

“Idiot,” he growled. “Don’t you know the difference between pleasure and pain? Don’t you know better than to let a man abuse and degrade you? Aren’t you smarter than this? Or are you so fucking stupid the only thing you know how to do is get fucked?”

Behind her, she felt him spread her asscheeks. Slowly, he replaced his fingers with his cock. His breath hitched with pleasure as he sank into her.

“Oh, but with an arse this perfect, how could you do anything else? How could you be anything but a fucktoy?”

“A hole,” she said weakly. “Your hole, Mr. Gold.”

Chuckling, he rubbed her ass. “Smart enough to know that, at least. Smart enough to know your place in this world. Smart enough to be happy there.”

He pulled out slightly, and then slammed into her again and again. The length of his body rested against hers. His breath was heavy as he whispered into her ear:

“Aren’t you happy, Mrs. Gold?”

Bound by the cuffs, her hands clenched into fists, then unclenched. Her arms were stretched out by the chains. The weight of her husband pressed against her lungs, pushed her into the bed. Her hips rocked against his cock. Her cunt was overflowing with wetness, a desire that would never be assuaged.

She was his. Every inch of her was his. Was she happy?

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

#courtship #rumbelle #rumbelle fic #golden lace #golden lace fic

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a-vicious-faithless-angel · 2 years

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Ok ok so just like alright um so yall I just ok alright,,,hear me out... Now I'm honestly debating on posting this simply cuz,,,,idfk I got anxiety n shit even tho.....I should honestly not care anyway not the point.

These guys....as lovers [Mind blown ik] I have so many thoughts...Like I already talked about their relationships with each other but I wanna go into different detail yknow? Like all together, I think these guys do really love each other, they've grown to really care and give a shit since they just have each other [Sorry I will never not mention how they only have each other yall] When I think of them as a whole its just a bundle of platonic dudes happily together <3 Who learn to be close with each other, that rely on that closeness as a source of comfort...God the thoughts...

But, honestly I dont even remember what prompted to put 2 n 2 together but I've thought a lot about Woods + Hackett as well as Dauda + Bishop [Idk if my last gtfo post was kinda telling or the post with just Bishop n Dauda] Anyway those 2 kinda plagued my mind, of course I think of all of them and or the other relationships but I just,,,,kinda wanna talk about that stuff yknow?

Woods n Hackett....gosh theyre so silly to me, I could go into my headcanons n everything another time [cuz some of those hcs hng ideas behind them hi yall] They're....not soft lovers but in their own way they are...Call it enemies to friends to lovers whatever you want I don't think they started off entirely liking each other, Hacketts sarcastic remarks kinda being.....a little jarring considering where they where! However like the rest of them, you grow used to it, expecting it. I believe Hackett was the 1 to really express his feelings n ask, Woods agreeing despite some internal thoughts [Hi] When I think of them, I think of them seeking each other, fighting away isolation. I think of tracing of skin, tenderly with rough calloused hands. I think of hidden kisses, hidden from the others, not out of fear but Woods preferring the privacy when he shows his affection. Theres the hesitation of being more intimate, of whispering those words, its been so long.

Dauda n Bishop are really interesting to me simply because I believe Bishop didn't develop and tried to push away those feelings at first but boy! You ain't leaving any of them for awhile! Better get used to this! No lol but seriously, there was already distrust and general distance he tried to put between himself and the others but after awhile, after all of those rundowns,,,slowly you open up, you lower that wall and let some people in. But someone more intimate like that? Fucking terrifying, big no no, nuhuh nope! He cares, and he will express his care in.....ways [aka sometimes being an ass!] But when I think of it, there's a lot of unknown, unfamiliar territory, almost like he's crossing a boundary, alas Dauda's a patient man who loves this pragmatic bald British boyfriend! He's patient with affection, allowing Bishop to go and test the waters. Holding hands, cupping faces, soft whispers shared when alone, of encouragement, of love, of hope.

When I think of them I think of "its been so long since I've last felt this/done this" Trust in someone they barely know, yet feel like they've known for years now. ...<3 Do I think the others will catch each other doing this? Yes absolutely. Do I think sometimes they joke about it n give them a hard time? Absolutely you know it; you cannot tell me Bishop would be getting on Hackett n Woods on a mission cuz they're off in another room being the worlds most quietest queers right then

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neuvistar · 11 months

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LOTUS FLOWER. part 2 (fluff + neuvillette version)

— featuring ┊neuvillette x f!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊fluff ver! these sweethearts as fathers AAA, established relationships (u guys r married!!) genshin papas on the brain rn guys ! !

— a/n ┊omg stop i didn’t post this the day after lotus flower pt 2 but it’s okay! uhmm.. anyways! here’s part two of this guys ! ! it’s literally like a copy of my hsr fic (hsr men as fathers) but whatevs!! i’m planning 2 do the other five as well n maybe more genshin men before october ends bc i am SOOOO late it’s not even funny guys.. reblogs VERY much appreciated !

#𝟏 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐃, 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

— NEUVILLETTE is an outstanding father, let’s make that very clear! he’s like that typa father that’s a little protective but also let’s his kids run off with the wind ! he loves seeing them run free whenever he takes care of them, there’s just something about his children’s happiness that makes him happy too. neuvillette is a sweetheart yes we all know that, but i’m sure there are times where he can be protective of his little dragonlings n protect them if needed ! he worries a lot about his behaviour n wonders if he’s too overbearing, or too carefree with his kids, please let him know that he’s doing just fine !

— NEUVILLETTE in my opinion would have about 2-3 (damn) little dragonlings! (or more.. maybe..) two boys n maybe a little daughter! he would love all his babies from the moon and back ! he ADORES them, and i mean ADOREEESSS them !! when you first gave birth to your first child, he probably started crying tears of joy because of how happy he is bringing a new life onto this world, he adores his babies sm trust me

— NEUVILLETTE would probably ask some melusines to babysit and help with his kids! just imagine, neuvillette working in his office while his babies run around alongside a melusine! ITS SO CUTE ! he thinks it’s absolutely adorable how close of a relationship his dragonlings have with them, it’s just so so cute !

— NEUVILLETTE is an outstanding father n all, but i feel like he would want 2 be a lil more extra ! because of the fact his hair might’ve been tied by the melusines, i feel like he would shyly ask the melusines for advice on how to tie hair or style it in general, he would work SO hard to perfect it ! everyday your little princess would always have her hair done by her papa, who spent many many minutes trying his best to perfect her hair !

“did daddy do your hair again?”

“mhm! papa always does my hair ! i like it when he does it, i really like the clips! <3” (SO CUTE)

— NEUVILLETTE would also be thrilled when his kids inherit his little horns and dragon features, i can only imagine him sitting down with them and telling them all about the past, and how they should love themselves and their unique features. despite that, he lets them know that they will be loved no matter their indifferences from everyone else. because of his deep longing of learning more about his existence and his belonging to fontaine, neuvillette is a man of his words.. he’s willing to teach his kids these sorts of things, he wouldn’t want them to undergo such stressful things at such young ages, he loves his babies and he WILL make sure they know he and their mama loves them very much !

“i— hng.. princess! you need to take a bath!” neuvillette’s face twists with worry as his kids run around the house, their tails and horns they inherited from him swishing and moving around as smooth as the sea, the waves and waves of laughter filling his ears. “come now, your mother will be upset if she sees you all walking around like this..!” the chief justice scratched the back of his neck, running after his dragonlings with a small towel in his hands. ah, this has always been a common issue. neuvillette was worried about his kids slipping and hurting themselves more than anything else in the world

thanking the archons above, neuvillette wrapped his strong arms around his dragonlings and scooped them up.. sighing in relief. “alright alright.. you little dragons are giving papa such a hard time.. bonté.“ the larger male chuckled, drying his babies with the towel with a sense of relief, his lips curved into a soft smile. “now, will you promise papa not to run around like that again?” his voice was gentle, like he was trying not to make it seem like he was scolding them.

“uh-huh! we promise!”

“mm.. i don’t believe you.” neuvillette coos, kissing the temple of their foreheads with a light stroke to their hair. “come now, let’s go make some food for your mother while we wait.. your mom must be exhausted after she comes back, right?”

“mhm!”

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #genshin : papas ! ♡#genshin papas talk with maryse #genshin papas : neuvillette !#neuvillette <33 #neuvi kissies <3 #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x reader #neuvilette x you

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dishtothedeath · 1 year

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Subterranean Sisyphus | Liêm 2.1 | RE: Haruki, Morgan

Treading water becomes steadily harder and harder to do when you’ve been at it for hours. Every time he opens his mouth, he chokes. Swallows sea water until it overflows. He wears brine like a pair of handcuffs and shackles, welcomes the chill like an old friend. The lack of warmth is almost comforting, ironically.

It's achingly familiar.

Welcome home. Looks like there’s been a mess of things again.

By the time the trial rolled around, Liêm had long since lost his smile, his eyes grayed and overcast. Treading water, fighting for breath, and he’s scared that at some point, he’s going to quietly slip below the surface until he’s just

Gone.

Do you want to know a secret? He’s not made for these rougher waters. Truthfully, he’s not dependable at all. He can’t even count on himself, to get himself through this. He's not smart. He's not capable. All he's ever been good at was casting the line, breaching a world that constantly rebuked his existence.

Treading water becomes steadily harder and harder to do when you’ve been at it for days. Weeks. Months.

Years.

Soaked to the bone with no true home to return to, though, an undine Sisyphus flails against the current day in and day out. If he truly were the man his brother thought he could be, Liêm would find a way to breathe until the very last.

Something Morgan says has him perk up a bit, just a tad. He doesn’t smile, exactly, but some warmth returns to his expression.

“...In some countries, the color yellow is supposed to bring good luck and fortune.”

Help, that’s probably not what he meant, Liêm, but thanks for that useless bit of trivia. His expression falters a bit as he seems to remember its association to not one, but two untimely and unnecessary deaths. “...It doesn't seem to have brought us any, though, huh?”

Uncertainly, his hands grip his podium for stability. He didn’t know what he could add to the conversation that would be at all useful. That would get any of them a step closer to finding the answer. And yet at the same time, he knew he couldn’t sit and do nothing.

“...I think,” he begins quietly, raising doleful eyes. He sucks in a deep breath, tries not to sputter on the salt. Siphons the oxygen from the water in his lungs. “This wasn’t…Planned. I don’t think anyone on that ship really intended to run into each other. Not Masaji, not…” How the hell do you say this name. C…Cardi B?

“And not the killer, either. I think we can…Reasonably place the killer as the one playing golf, right? Unless there’s anything to indicate Masaji or…Hng. Were the ones playing? I don't think they were the sort to leave anything unfinished, and Masaji wouldn’t have left a mess at the golf course before going to the buffet. Placing the culprit there makes the most sense. And considering how abruptly things were left behind…They were probably interrupted by something just like Masaji had been.” Perhaps even…By the same thing? Stellar deduction. Good job. Gold star.

“So, if we can all assume that the killer was playing golf while Masaji was at the buffet and uh…Yeah…Was at the pool?” Liêm is thinking. So, so hard. Please excuse the pauses. He has all of two brain cells to rub together, and they’re both waterlogged.

“That would mean the killer would have been at the yacht for quite some time, yes? Possibly even before Charybdis or Masaji if the state of their belongings was anything to go by. The golf club was left by the seventh hole. That alone indicates how long they'd have been there. And I’m not sure if anyone else has ever tried playing golf on the yacht, but it’s quite the endeavor. The rocking of the boat and the surroundings make it all too easy to lose the ball or ruin your shot. That probably didn't help speed things up, either.”

Stiffly, he nods over towards Haruki after he finished making his point. “If need be, we can all turn out our pockets, but I doubt the killer would have left the sheet on their person..." It probably wouldn't be that easy, huh?

…This next part is hard. Because Liêm wants to forgive everyone. Wants to see the best that all others have to offer. He hadn’t even hated Riley, in that first trial. Even after hearing everything they’d done. He’d just felt…Sorry. And that held true now. He still felt sorry. So sorry. But nothing was going to cause him to stray off his course. Haruki was right. If Masaji couldn't have been given the benefit of the doubt, the killer didn't deserve it, either.

“...I don’t think it should matter why someone killed, in this case. I think we lost too much for that,” he murmurs, casting his eyes down. Searching for his reflection, somewhere, so that it might give him the answer he needs. “It doesn’t matter if they were trying to offer help or do harm. What matters is the result. Responsibility should be taken her. If not for anyone here, then at the very least for the families left behind, at the very least, so…”

So if you’re listening, please. Just admit it already.

#submission #ch2 #trial #liem

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wh6res · 3 years

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A MATTER OF TIME — JAEMIN

tw. baby trapping, gender stereotypes, manipulation, suggestive | wc. 1k

“a baby?” jaemin doesn’t like the incredulous tone in your voice. he’s being serious right now but you’re not taking him seriously at all. “jaem, we’re just fresh out of college. you’re an intern. i’m still job hunting. we’re living in this shabby apartment. a baby is the last thing we should be worried about. and we’re not even married yet!”

“then marry me.”

“for a self-proclaimed romantic, this is not how i thought you’d be proposing to me.”

he knows you’re kidding and jaemin lets you change the subject like that. he adores the easy smile on your face as your fingers tangle through his hair, the sunset casting an orange glow on the whole rooftop of the building complex you lived in together. it’s routine at this point. coming up here to watch sunsets together as soon as your boyfriend arrives from work. jaemin doesn’t even bother to change out of his slacks and white polo.

“you know how much i love kids.” you say after a beat of silence. a spark of hope starts to light up in his chest only to be smothered by the words you say next. “but i don’t think i’m ready to care for our own yet.”

jaemin begs to differ.

he sees you in the kitchen every day to make him breakfast. the apartment is spotless thanks to your cleaning. and you give him a peck on his cheek and ask about his day every night when he gets home.

you’re already the perfect housewife. his perfect housewife. he doesn’t understand why you have to care for work or anything else when you’re already happily serving him, he knows you are because he can see it in your eyes, the love and utter adoration you held for him. why won’t you feel happy taking care of the love of your life, right?

but that was a conversation you weren’t ready to hear.

so your boyfriend of four years lies through his teeth and places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“okay. i understand, my love.”

that night as he brushes his teeth, he locks the bathroom door. maybe you shouldn’t have let jaemin know where you kept your plan b pills. it’s all too easy to swap them out with the pills he hid in a ziplock. and when jaemin came out the bathroom door after flushing the toilet, you were none the wiser that it’s your precious pills flushed down the drain.

when he snuggles up to your side, your eyes were already halfway shut and knowing jaemin had a long day, you thought you both will be turning in early tonight. so, you sighed, relaxed, and cuddled closer to his inviting warmth — only to feel the feather-like touches of his fingers ghosting over your boyshorts.

“jaeeem,” you whine, trying to shove his hands away. “not tonight, okay? i’m already sleepy.”

you don’t see the frown on his face. he’s quick to whisper sweet nothings into your ear before smoothly settling on top of you. fingers expertly running the expanse of your stomach up to the swell of your chest as he slots a knee up the pearl between your legs.

quickies was never jaemin's thing. he loves worshipping each and every part of you as much as he wants but he obliged by your word and kept it quick. he mostly did all the work, and by the time you were creaming on his dick, you passed out right after. jaem doesn't wanna admit liking somno but there was a blinding pleasure about seeing you so helpless, so vulnerable underneath him, so sleepy to even register he hasn't stopped fucking you yet.

it was only after he's shot his load deep inside you did you start to stir awake, albeit voice slurred and eyes hardly open. "jaem? did you just… came inside… me?"

he giggles, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. "you have plan b pills don't you?"

a silly dumb smile appears on your lips before cuddling next to him, eyes already closed. "oh, right, yeah i do."

fast forward to four weeks; you took the pills everyday. every single day. there was absolutely no way you could be pregnant but the two stripes on the pregnancy test is a glaring sight. you'd been feeling off since last week and jaemin had even made an off-hand comment about you being pregnant which he found quite funny. but not you. you didn't laugh. you bought three of the tests to make no room for error but all of it said the same thing — positive. you're pregnant. the last fucking thing you want right now.

jaemin finds you crying when he got home, your sniffles loud as you hiccuped and hurried your head between your legs. "angel? angel, look at me. look at me. what's wrong? what is it?"

about time you took the test. jaemin was keeping track of your cycle and you were most fertile on the day he fucked you raw while you slept. he's been noticing your change of behavior, the mood swings and the weird cravings at three am but never did he say anything. he wanted you to notice on your own, to take the tests on your own so you'll break down the way you're doing right now, only for jaemin to come to your rescue.

as if he wasn't the very same person who orchestrated the whole thing behind your back.

"i'm scared. i'm so scared, jaemin." you were sobbing fat, crocodile tears as you held onto him like he was your lifeline. his dress shirt getting soaked by your tears as he lets you cry against his chest. "i can't… can't do this —"

"of course, you can't. not alone, at least," he threads his fingers through your hair comfortingly as he adjusts the possessive grip he has around your waist. "that's why i'm here. we're a team, aren't we? we'll get through this together."

anon req : hiiiiiiii can i please request jaemin baby trapping the reader? like the reader's gonna be all nervous and stuff and jaemin's gonna act all supportive and nice as if he didn't intentionally get her preggo. thank youuuu luv your works

#MAN ITS BEEN SO LONG HNG #THANK U FOR THE REQ ANON!! <3 #yandere jaemin #yandere na jaemin #yandere kpop #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #yandere jaemin x reader #yandere jaemin x you #yandere jaemin x y/n

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mamamittens · 2 years

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Cream of the Crop (+18)

Uh, I don't have any words. This just sort of happened lmao.

Thatch X Reader (undefined gender or appearance)

Warnings: nonpenetrative sex, grinding, gross puns, dirty talk, aggressive foreplay/biting, and sex in a public area (no voyeur or exhibitionism, it's just in the kitchen). Oh! And sir kink I guess.

Word count: 1247

@secretsnailor

The kitchens were quiet, most of the division having finished their assigned chores and turned in for the night. All except for Thatch and… you.

He industriously set aside ingredients for the next day, marking down what he took from a hanging clipboard, as you dried up the last of the dishes. It took a lot to run a crew of this size, let alone feed the many, many, prodigious appetites found within. And yet, it was practically second nature to him, his mind clearly not on meal planning as he meandered his way past counters and slid up behind you. Pompadour brushed back after a long day’s work.

Warm hands wrapped around your hips, a soft brush of lips on your exposed neck as he chuckled. Squeezing briefly before taking the whisk from your hands and hanging it up along the other utensils. Gently nipping until you squirmed, he bit down with his teeth firmly with a smirk. Grasping hands dragging up your shirt and over your ribs, digging into the soft areas he found in soothing motions. He pulled back and pressed his lips over the growing bruise before tucking his chin under yours, forcing your head up as you sucked in a shuddering breath.

“I-I thought—hng—That the kitchen was off limits, Sir.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you fought against the growing heat on your skin.

Rather than say anything, Thatch chuckled, pressing hot kisses against your jaw as his hands pulled you back firmly against his chest. One hand slipped under fabric to your chest, kneading firmly until he reached your nipple, pinching and twistingly lightly. The other… he slid it over your jeans, pressing along the zipper over your crotch until he was cupping your sex. Gentle rocking motions dragged a soft moan from your lips despite your best effort. And all too soon, he moved that firm pressure over to massage the inseam along your inner thigh, teasingly close.

“My kitchen, my rules.” Thatch breathed across your ear, “So don’t make a mess. Hate to ruin all that hard work getting it clean again.” He squeezed your thigh again, hand brushing over your jeans until he dips his fingertips underneath the waistband.

A hard slap landed on your ass and you jolted.

“Ah--! Y-Yes, sir!” Your voice was meek and pitiful, you were so lost in the pleasure. His hand returned to where it was after a soft squeeze.

“That’s what I like to hear. Good behavior deserves its own reward.”

He bullied his way under the tight fabric, pulling his other hand out from under your shirt to grasp your neck. A gasp was dragged from your lungs as he pinned you against the counter and he took full advantage of it. Tongue sliding over yours as he grunted, sealing your lips in a wet kiss. There was an unmistakable rocking against your ass as he mimicked the motions with his tongue and slick fingers.

Heat coiled under your skin as you grew dizzy, reaching up to pull his hair for even a moment of reprieve. Thatch groaned, almost slamming his hips against yours as he was forced to pull his head back. He looked fucked and hungry for more. Grinning with a toothy smile, he pinched at the delicate skin he’d been toying with before diving down to swallow the broken cry like a starved man. With an almost cruel show of force, he wedged his legs between yours, grinding his hand into the growing wetness until you started to shake.

With your hips still pinned, he let go of your neck to pull one of your knees up onto the counter, feet no longer touching the floor. His chest forcing you to bend over until your head was hanging into the empty sink. Keeping you pinned in that open and vulnerable position, he nipped and bruised more of your skin along your shoulder and neck. The cold metal almost burning your skin, even through fabric.

“T-Thatch! Ah—hahnn—p-please!” Your voice was strained and loud, echoing against the sides of the sink as it was amplified. With his new angle, he showed just as much mercy as he had before—none.

Palm grinding over your pubic bone as his fingers stroked and slipped over your skin. A button broke from your jeans, zipper forced down as Thatch suddenly had more room to tease you. And he abused that power too, your free leg knocking against the counter as your body began to seize with hot pleasure. The sound of both of your panting echoing in your ears, each groan and whimper overpowering.

“A-Almost there, honey, I’m right here.” Thatch hissed, shoving down your pants and his, growling in frustration when he had to move your legs to get enough room. “Gotta feel you closer. Always a good fuck for me, aren’t you? Soft and wet and ready.” Clearly, he preferred the previous position, wasting no time as he shoved you head down to keep you in place, jeans falling to the floor. Once he managed that, he lifted your hips up, pinning you higher onto the counter—and lower into the sink.

His cock slid between your thighs, grinding up against you as he pinned your leg back on the counter again. Teeth clamped down onto your neck as he groaned, free hand setting another ruthless pace.

When you started to shake again, he didn’t stop.

He went faster.

Cock almost sliding in, you were both so wet, you bucked against his hold involuntarily. His grip was almost as bruising as his lips when you came with a voiceless scream, not stopping even when your eyes watered with overstimulation.

Pulling your hair back for another kiss, he shoved his dick back to slip between your cheeks, spilling over the back of your shirt and exposed skin rather than the clean—well, mostly clean—counter. His pleased groan muffled.

Gently, he bucked against you for several long moments, hand now gently stroking your sex. Praises rained down on your assaulted skin.

“So good for me, honey. Always so sweet.” Thatch whispered, stroking your hips and pressing apologetic kisses on your shoulder, “Could fuck you for hours and you’d let me, wouldn’t you, sugar?”

“Y-Yeah…” You couldn’t help but moan.

He gave you a wicked grin.

“Shall we test that, honey?” Thatch asked, helping you dress for the walk back to your shared quarters.

You could barely walk. Your knees still shaking.

But you couldn’t wait for more.

“Please.” Thatch smiled, pleased at your reaction as he lead you two out of the kitchen after a quick once over.

When you were safely in his room, he pulled you to the side of his bed and sat down, gesturing to the floor. You slid to your knees and looked up at him as he pulled off his shirt.

He looked down so sweetly at you as he gently rubbed your head.

And then pressed it against his crotch.

“Prove it to me. Prove to me you’re ready for a proper fuck.” He smiled indulgently down at you, the light casting him in darkness as you reached for his zipper.

“Can I lick the cream?” Thatch nodded, lifting his hips for you as he laughed at the inuendo.

“Of course. Only the best for my good, obedient, honey.” Thatch promised, eagerly waiting to see how good you really were.

For your commander?

Only the best.

What started it all, lmao.

I'll continue this if there's enough interest lmao 🤭

#one piece smut #one piece thatch #thatch x reader #Every damn time #I forget I can write smut #and surprise myself with filth #i'd say pray for me but there's no point in trying anymore #unsafe in the workplace art #minors dni

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weirdthinkingdragon · 3 years

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Dragons’ Biggest Treasure

Yandere dragon shifter erasermic x reader

Fantasy AU

Here’s a long one for you guys! (10k) FINALLY WROTE A FIC AGAIN! YAY!(hahaha I’m so exhausted)

Warnings: Swearing, graphic fights and scenes, multiple character deaths (not EraserMic or reader), harm towards reader (again, not by EraserMic. Well, mostly), burn mentions (with dragons it’s gonna happen), and a handful of times about eardrums bursting (the harm towards reader by EraserMic). As well as dragon abuse. This does have much darker stuff than I usually write. Also a slow start for the yandere stuff. Pretty happy with the details in it. Hope you guys like it!

dragonerasermicdragonerasermicdragonerasermicdragon- *gets smacked*

These two as yandere dragons will now forever rot in my head. Hng, why have I not thought of it sooner!? Just THINKING of them as yandere dragons makes brain go brrr. Obviously going to write them as yandere dragon shifters again at some point. More than once too.

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I’m close to the entrance gates to the kingdom ruled by a man that calls himself All For One. No one knows his real name. He’s a sick bastard that no one wants to be around, but no one can do anything since he’s a lot smarter than he looks with that damn mask over his head. My job by him is to heal dragons after their fights he forces them into, like the most recent one who is incredibly injured in front of me. He likes them by the entrance to torture them with the taste of freedom they will never get from the enchanted chains wrapped all over them.

While using my natural healing abilities that are actually a pretty rare thing, there is a commotion over towards the gates. The large metal doors open to reveal many men on horses and even a few on their feet holding ropes, pulling something large behind them. I sadly already know what’s being brought in. A saddened sigh escapes me at the sight of two new dragons that are heavily wounded being dragged in through the gates at the end of the ropes. More dragons that are bound to reach their unfortunate fate until they die.

Looking a bit closer, there are arrows sticking out of the two of them, and blood trailing on the ground. Both of their bodies are black, but one has everything black but a grey underbelly. Instead of spines, it has a feather-like long mane that is also black. The skin on their wings matches the grey of their underbelly. It’s impossible to know the eye color since they’re asleep for the moment.

The other quite possibly has the largest yellow spines I have ever seen. The same with his horns, they’re curved upwards at a slight angle. Their underbelly, as well as their wings match the color of the spines and horns. There are odd scales around their eyes with orange closer to the center, and a white outer rim, almost like it’s wearing sunglasses.

The dragon I was tending to just curls itself as much as it can away from me after healing it a small amount. I was ordered to only heal them enough for their wounds to not need stitching so they will still be rather weak to even try escaping. Why he would need enchanted chains then I have absolutely no clue. He takes a sick pleasure in his favorite dragons having such an advantage in the arena.

I lock eyes with Masura who gives me a giant sadistic smile in return. He enjoys hurting dragons way too much. A few have even ended up dying on the way here from wherever he and the others keep finding them.

“Brought some fresh meat for you to take care of. These two put up an incredible fight. Can’t wait to see what they will do in the arena.”

He and the others go to the line of chains near me and hook them all over the two dragons, including the specially created muzzle. Specially created by it having holes so they can dip their snout in the trough of water and get it in that way, and fire can’t get through. Feeding is still a bit of a problem though. Especially since I’m stuck being in charge of that as well. So many times being bitten or burned from having to remove it for that time.

I gently rub the scarred burn on my right forearm from a problem with an incredibly feisty and almost explosive yellow dragon before. Miraculously, he was the first and only dragon to escape alive. Then again, it was the turn of a different caretaker that night who ended up sentenced to death for it.

They quickly leave to let me tend to the injured duo. I sigh and quickly finish up the one in front of me with a rather large wound on its right hind leg. The bucket of healing water I enchanted helped the wound close up to a point. It can sadly easily be ripped open, which it obviously will tomorrow in its next fight. I would love nothing more than to be able to heal them better than I have to. There are serious consequences if it’s found out I did though. Emi was proof of that. Despite her joking personality, she really cared for the dragons. That was her downfall when a dragon was healed too much and almost overpowered one of All For One’s most prided dragons. Can’t remember which, but I’m pretty sure it was the female dragon named “Toga”. She- no. Don’t think about Emi’s final screams of pain.

I scan over the two dragons to see who is worse off. By far it seems to be the black one with the mane instead of spines. The most concerning is the arrow that seems to be in one of its lungs. It’s going to die if I don’t do something. I don’t want it to die so soon. Well, I do, yet I don’t. Do just so they don’t have to suffer fighting in battles, but don’t since they have such a long life to live yet. I just wish they’d be able to really be free after being caught.

Damn it, I might get into so much trouble for this…

A bright green glow comes from my hands as I wrap one around the arrow and one on its underside right next to the arrow. A quick and firm tug is able to get it out. I quickly enhance my healing power further to fully heal this one wound.

Not even a scar is left behind. Hopefully, they forgot the arrow was around there when they brought the dragons. I lean on the wall to steel my groundings from being exhausted from it. Ugh, it’s been too long since I’ve done that. My body is no longer used to my own powers. How sad. I’m the only one known for being born with such power. Emi was gifted it by enchantment by All For One. How he has the power to do that no one wants to know. We all just know he does, and he gets whatever he wants since no one can stop him.

After collecting myself for a moment, I scan the rest of their injuries and find out both of them are male. The maned one has more slashes on him than arrows, but the other has an incredible amount of arrows. Luckily, none of them are in vital places though.

The already reddened bucket shows it doesn’t have much more healing capabilities. I’m going to have to get a new one for healing. As long as it’s clear, the water covers the rag in a way it can close wounds. It’s an odd thing that somehow works and helps the healer keep more of their energy.

I decide to leave for a minute and refill the bucket. After dumping out the blood water, I refill it from the rather clean river that runs through this place. Using my healing ability, I stick my hand in the fresh freezing water and stir it around to leave a green glow for a moment. It will quickly warm up in this rather hot weather.

I go towards the two again to finish up their wounds. What surprises me is both have already woken up and are glaring at me greatly upon entrance. The maned one has the most piercing steel-white-like eyes I’ve ever seen. The other has bright green with an odd circle swirl in them I’ve never seen before. Have to say they almost seem a bit hypnotic.

The wonder doesn’t last long though as the green-eyed one lets out a noise that greatly hurts my ears. With that sound and this close proximity, my eardrums more likely than not just burst with the severe pain that came with it. A few tears threaten to escape with a pain I’m not used to.

The mask wasn’t made for dragons with a sound ability! We’ve never had one of these! Why didn’t Masura warn me!? Or more importantly, how wasn’t he heard before being dragged here with how loud he is!?

With my hands instinctively on my ears to try preventing it from bursting my eardrums again though it would be useless, All For One enters right after. Out of nowhere he summons another enchanted chain that wraps around his snout, preventing him from doing the same… Screaming? Shouting? Whatever that ability is to be used again.

He waits for a minute for me to heal my eardrums before attempting to speak to me.

I nearly start shaking as his head turns towards the non-wound area on the maned one. Masura must have informed him or slipped up talking about it.

Quick, I have to save my own skin! “I had to remove the arrow and fully heal it, otherwise it would have died from the arrow puncturing its lung, as you most likely knew already. I understand that’s no worry for you, but it would have been rather annoying if he died before being in even one fight to watch, right?” Oh please tell me that works!

A dead silence looms for a second before All For One turns towards me and gives me a curt nod. I almost heaved a sigh of relief. Almost being the key word. I held it in to make sure it wouldn’t annoy him. Probably wouldn’t, but it’s safer to not take a chance.

He creates another muzzle that’s more fitting for this dragon. He removes the chain around the snout and puts it on before he can get snapped at, or possibly screamed at? By said dragon. The belt part is wrapped rather tightly around his snout, making it look impossible for him to even move his jaw. At least the other has a bit of loose room for it to open ever so slightly so it doesn’t become stiff. That one is going to be a lot harder to take off for feeding them.

As if All For One could read my thoughts, which is terrifying to think, he glances at me. "You have a healing ability. If it screams with the muzzle removed, heal yourself. Don’t disappoint me." He then walks off. Probably to his dragons that he treats like gods to keep them loyal to him. Even one of them being obsessed with blood getting a human a week to feast upon. Usually, it’s prisoners that have tried to kill All For One or “dragon liberators” that caught wind of how he treats most of the dragons and tried to free them. Obviously with no succession.

I let out the unknown breath being held. Man, he’s terrifying and can suffocate someone by just his presence alone. The maned one looked almost worried at the other one while he almost seemed to be panicking with the tight muzzle around his snout. Can’t blame him. Imagine being in something similar. I’d be scared too.

His glance shifted from the still-panicking dragon towards me, glaring ten times worse than before. I sigh. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want you two to be here anymore than you do.” Can dragons even understand human speech? The explosive one that burned me before almost seemed like he did, but maybe it was just my imagination. The other turns towards me and tries to scream, or whatever it is again with no succession. Makes me wonder if he hasn’t had a similar experience somehow in the past. Ugh, thinking of that just makes me feel worse. Finally free only to be dragged back to somewhere that will probably be worse.

Saying “probably” because there are no branding marks or dents in their wrists from ropes that are usually on dragons from other places.

They’re probably already going to be fighting in the arena tomorrow. Thinking about that reminds me of how exhausted I am from healing the maned one. It’s going to be good for them to get names tomorrow in the arena. Already tired of trying to think of what to call them separately.

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I was right. Miraculously, All For One wanted it to be the last fight of the day involving those two. He wants me to be there to take off the loud one’s muzzle for every fight now and in the future. Starting to hate my healing ability now.

The chains are still wrapped around the two, and they’re led into different stalls for the arena. Of course, I was left alone with the loud one. Don’t know how that could POSSIBLY go wrong. Note the sarcasm. At least All For One was able to make it where the chains are held on the sturdy walls until he can let them leave. His sound should be plenty enough signal for All For One to release him.

He looks at me as I reach up to take the muzzle off. He stays quiet for a moment once it’s off, moving his more than likely stiff jaw around. There’s already a slight dent around his snout and jaw.

I shake my head disappointedly. “This is beyond fucking inhumane.” Leaving him waiting, my body goes towards the doors in front of him and opens them. They lead into the arena, which has a net high up in the air so dragons can’t fly away. Not like they could anyway with how fast All For One can summon chains to drag them to the ground.

The peace wasn’t kept long though as he uses his ability again. The chains snapped free off of him and he immediately charged out into the arena, where the other already was. Wait, he’s having double dragon fights? That’s new. He’s never done that before. On the other side of the arena, The wounded one from yesterday and a very feisty solid white one were on the other side. The white one looked like it was too eager to try to kill. The two closer to me were more on edge and almost seem like they really don’t want to fight the other two.

They didn’t get the chance to reject though as the white one immediately lunges towards them. They separate and dodge out of the way of it. It keeps snapping and blowing ice towards the maned one. He slams his front claws on the snout of it to prevent the ice from freezing him or the other. He screams at the ice dragon. It’s not as loud as it was when he yelled at me yesterday.

It’s almost as if… They’re more humane? This doesn’t make sense. Dragons are usually down to fight to the death, even when not healed much. At least, that’s what seemed to be until these two.

I look towards the other one who doesn’t seem to want to fight, but it knows as well as I this fight will go on until at least one dies.

As the two new dragons kept easily dodging and not striking too hard back, the crowd watching are not too happy with the lack of injuries. Some booing, and others even attempting to throw their held items like food at the dragons. The loud one snaps and uses his ability towards the crowd, almost or possibly even louder than yesterday. At least that shut them up.

I lean against the right door and snicker. “Serves them right.” For a quick second, the loud one turns his head towards me. There’s no way he could have heard me, right? Especially with that ability. Or maybe his body was born with being able to stand it? Super hearing yet super loud yelling doesn’t make sense to have though. Dragons are incredibly strange in the ways their bodies work. It’s also quite possible to just be thinking too much.

Fuck it, don’t think too much about that.

The wounded one from yesterday half-heartedly swipes at the maned one. Even he seems to notice the odd behavior of the wounded dragon. Then again, three out of the four are acting a way I’ve never seen before. I look up towards the “throne” All For One has. He’s shaking his head and points towards the other side of the arena. The male with glasses sitting next to him nods and lifts one of the levers next to him.

Oh no. Not already.

Two familiar dragons exit the cell they were comfortably kept in. They’re not his top ones, but still get the job done in killing dragons when given the chance. He calls them Spinner and… I think the other was Moon something if remembered correctly. He’s not used as often as others, so his name isn’t exactly remembered. Calling him Moon is enough for me.

The crowd goes wild for the two. They know things get messy when Moon gets let out because of his freakish weird teeth ability. And… How he eats parts of dragons he kills.

In speaking of killing, immediately those two go for the kill. The wounded one didn’t stand a chance and had its neck snapped instantly by Spinner. Moon something lashes its teeth out and almost punctures the ice dragon.

Just watching the moon one move is quite unnerving. He’s so insanely fast and agile. Still wondering why he’s basically bound in a way. Then again, he’s at least twice as unhinged as Toga. I fear how fast he might be if he wasn’t bound.

In the blink of an eye, these two were much more defensive as the teeth blades went to strike them again. The ice dragon stopped going for them, and tries going after Moon Something. Ugh, what was that something? MoonFresh? No. MoonFlesh? I don’t think so.

He makes his teeth curve like a hook and tries again towards the ice dragon. It dodges again. Wait, hook… Fishing… MoonFish! That’s what it was!

I feel like slapping myself stupid for forgetting that.

Spinner jumps onto the wall and tries to use that to sneak up on the loud one. It doesn’t work as he was focused on Spinner as soon as the two new ones entered. He moves out of the way and instead of screaming, screeches this time. It’s much higher and worse than any sound he’s made yet. The maned one doesn’t even flinch, but the other three definitely do. Spinner was right beside the loud one. He recoils in obvious pain and stands there shaking his head.

It hurt my ears as well, but this time it didn’t make them burst, surprisingly. I don’t think the same could be said for Spinner. They have internal ears, so I’m not exactly sure if they burst, or whatever it is their species’ ears do.

I look up to see All For One leaning a bit forward in his chair, now taking slight interest. Moonfish recovers incredibly quickly and lunges his teeth again. This time it punctures right through the ice dragon’s chest as they did a final ice breath. At the same time, a few land on the other two, causing some decently deep cuts. The ice breath freezes the rest of MoonFish’s body.

The maned one wastes no time in swiping his tail towards the frozen body, shattering it upon impact.

The crowd goes eerily quiet. Looking at All For One, he remains indifferent. It’s too hard to tell his emotions about what just happened. Spinner tries again to sneak behind the two and breathe his fire. The two seem so focused on the death of three dragons in one fight. Are they not used to it?

They still haven’t noticed Spinner on the wall. At least I thought. The loud one instantly turns and rears onto his back legs and slams Spinner onto the ground with an almost punch-like move of his right talon.

Before anything can be done, these two are chained again. The loud one being yanked off of Spinner, who instantly retreats back towards the open gate he came from. I’m honestly a little disappointed he wasn’t finished off as well.

I sigh and go towards the stalls again, preparing to heal them. An already created healing bucket sitting in the same spot I used for them yesterday.

It doesn’t take long for the two to be dragged in again by Masura and the bunch of… well, meatheads to say the least. I swear none of them even think half the time about anything. The two are definitely fighting and struggling with the men.

The loud one goes to use his ability again. “Pipe down you overgrown lizard!” Masura punches the dragon in the jaw as hard as he can. It makes a sickening “crack” noise.

The maned one gets pissed and starts snapping at him as well. The only reason I can think of why he’d do that is he knows the other one. Why didn’t I make the connection sooner? These two must know each other!

Masura rolls his eye at them. So glad some good dragons before were able to take out one of his eyes. If only they could have taken out both. The chains get put where they were before, making the two unable to move much again.

I’d put the muzzle on the loud one, but with his now broken or dislocated jaw it wouldn’t be the best and needs to be healed first. I can tell Masura is itching to punch one of them again.

He stands there and smirks with his arms crossed as I dip the rag into the bucket. The loud one’s jaw is first. That’s now by far the most concerning injury. Looking a bit closer, it is definitely dislocated. I shake my head in disapproval at Masura while remaining eye contact with the dragon. It almost feels like he’s able to read me. “Did you seriously have to dislocate his jaw?”

“Heh, the damn thing deserved it for trying to use their voice at me,” I roll my eyes at his comment. Of fucking course he’d try to use his ability. We kidnapped, or more like dragonnapped him and are forcing him to fight other dragons. I’d use anything I could too. “Not everyone has a goody-perfect healing thing like you either,” he continued.

I shrug, then gently try to grab his lower jaw to try setting it back in place. “I’d just have to heal your sorry ass.”

“Tch, my sorry ass? You’re the one who always seems to get all buddy-buddy with dragons. You heal them too gently. You’re the one with a sorry ass.”

Cue my sarcastic mode. “Oh, I’m sorry for calling you a sorry ass. I must so clearly be the worst one since I’d rather not have dragons fight me all the time like you,” There was another sickening “crack” as its jaw was put back into place. The dragon hisses in obvious pain. I bring up the rag to the side of his jaw to try quickly relieving it. “Easy bud,” I try to whisper to make Masura not hear. Thankfully he didn’t seem to since he didn’t comment on it. “We can’t all think with our muscles rather than with our brains. Nothing would get done right,” I continue, but this time out loud. The loud dragon lets out a snort.

His footsteps go away, indicating he left. Probably upset. Good. I roll my eyes at him as I look over the dragon’s jaw. Good as new. Good thing about that is there’s not really any way to tell if I healed it all the way or not. Broken or dislocated bones are crazy enough easier and faster to heal than wounds. How that works with leaving the layer right under cut open and easily able to tear open again, but heals bone instantly is beyond me.

Looking around and closing any other wounds, I then go to the maned one. He nips at me to try getting my hands away. It’s far more gentle and human-like than the others that have tried to bite me before. Almost like he’s telling me he doesn’t want to be healed by human hands. Understandable.

… wait a minute. Bite, or opening jaw… I look towards the loud one and flinch, preparing for his voice. Of course I can heal, but it still hurts. My shoulders even tense upwards. It never comes. Looking at him, he still just looks at me.

Well, now I’m in a dilemma. Do I put on the muzzle now, and possibly break this trust or whatever he seems to somehow already be giving me, or leave it off and possibly get yelled at later by him, or even someone coming in to see him without his muzzle?

Ugh, I might regret this. Might as well risk it for now. I can just lie that it was forgotten to be put on if someone asks about it. Turning back to this one, I heal him anyways. He makes a slight hissing fuss but accepts it after a moment. After finishing, I leave to get them some raw meat to eat. Sadly, the biggest thing available is some moderately sized fish. They don’t seem like river or ocean dragons, so chunks of deer will have to do. It gets placed down not too far from them. They look at me warily for a bit. Maybe they don’t want me to watch them eat? It’s time for me to leave anyway.

Ugh, but the muzzles… Hopefully, they’ll eat when I’m away for a bit. I have a stupid idea I’ve never done before. Sleeping beside the dragons. Walking out lets me give that a little more thought. At least one night to see how they do couldn’t hurt. But first, there is a need to talk to All For One about their names.

I enter the area he usually is with his prized dragons. Most are pretty indifferent to me, except for Toga who has tried to stab me more than once with her blade-like tail.

I stand behind him awkwardly while he pats Spinner’s right shoulder. “They’re both… Interesting to say the least. A shame for Moonfish, but the ones tomorrow will be entertaining as well. Let’s see if they can handle Toga and Dabi.” Dread slightly seeps into me. He’s already making them face all his most dangerous ones?

“What about their names if you decide to manipulate them after and keep them as pawns?”

He shakes his head. “I have enough pawns. The audience has decided on Shatter for the loud one, and Lion for the other..”

… What? “Lion?”

“Must be the hair on it. I don’t name the things. The people do. The one thing they do have control over.” Which is beyond sad. Fucking tyrant.

I nod in reply. “Sounds good.” After that, I leave before he could say or do anything else. The less around him the better, even if he hasn’t done anything negative towards me yet.

Upon entering the same place again, they did eventually eat the meat while I was gone. That’s good. There’s an open area a bit to the left and away from the dragons. I plan on laying there for the night. It’s only to make sure no one comes in and sees them without their muzzles. No one but me knows a feeding schedule so it’s a good lie saying they were just fed. I’ve decided to think they can understand human speech, even if they don’t. They’re more pleasant to talk to than most people around.

“All right you two, I normally don’t do this, but I’ll be sleeping in here a bit away from the both of you for a few nights. My back won’t appreciate it, but I sure hope you two do. It’s only because I’d rather not put those muzzles back on,” I look at the still slightly dented skin of Shatter. Damn, and that was only for like what? Half a day of him wearing it? “But if someone comes in, I will have to temporarily put them back on. Please don’t fight it too much.”

Shatter tilts his head in an almost cute type of way. Well, that’s certainly unique. I go over to the corner and sit down against the wall. Leaning slightly back so my back fully touches it, and tilt my head up. My ass won’t be too happy tomorrow either. Maybe bringing my pillow for tomorrow night or something will help.

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I am rudely woken up by something sharp stabbing my foot. Looking down, it’s a feisty Bombay kitten biting and clawing at it. Where did it come from? Another thing noticed is my body is now fully laying sideways on the ground. “Ouch! Hey there you little feisty thing.” I go to grab it, and it notices. It then takes off towards the dragons, making my heart sink thinking it’s about to become a tiny snack for one of them. Strange enough, neither do. Lion just looks at it in an almost caring way. Shatter looks at Lion in a way I can’t fully understand.

Looking outside, the sun is just starting to fully show. That means in just a few hours the arena fights will begin again. Knowing All For One, he’s going to save these two for last again. Turning back to the two, Lion has one of his claws gently extended for the kitten to play with. That is once again extremely odd behavior for a dragon. Maybe everything known about them is wrong?

“Be careful today. I was informed of who you two will be fighting. They’re much more dangerous than the other two yesterday. One has fire hot enough to burn scales off dragons. The other is agile and very good at injuring.”

They just look at me.

A few fights have already passed, and my anxiety increases for the two. I’ve already had to heal the other dragons that fought today. Except for the ones that died. Getting really tired of seeing so many die for no cause other than the sick entertainment of humans.

The muzzles were already temporarily put back on the two. Shatter’s is rather loose, just to help him not freak out again, and he obviously doesn’t deserve something like that. Luckily once again, I’m the only one taking care of Shatter. He doesn’t scream at me as I quickly take it off. I risk it and pat his shoulder. “Good luck out there. You’re going to need it. He doesn’t bite me! Man, this is crazy.

Again, the gate opens and his chains come off of him. Lion bolts out of the stall next to us, and glares inside it, probably involving Masura.

Straight to the chase, Toga and Dabi are released from their places. Dabi almost gets a grin on his face from his teeth being shown in what seems to be a smile. Or maybe even a sneer with how stuck up he seems to be. Toga immediately poises her sharp tail above her.

It feels like everyone holds their breath for a second as the four stand still in the arena. Toga is the first to charge for Shatter. He immediately jumps out of the way, and tries to swing his tail towards her legs to make her fall off balance. She jumps over his tail and stabs it in the process. She then licks the blood off of the blade of her tail.

Shit! I forgot to warn about her transformation! The one thing though it could still be easy to tell which is the real shatter from his ability, and he wouldn’t attack Lion. I don’t think All For One knows they care about each other. Wait… But if she fights Shatter in his form and Lion tries to help… Oh no.

Dabi starts using his fire towards Lion. It slightly grazes him before he can get out of the way. He lets out a growl in slight pain as smoke comes from some of his scales. Shatter goes to use his ability at Dabi, but stops abruptly as Toga transforms into him. She goes to attack him again. She might remember his ability from listening and possibly watching yesterday. They’re able to watch for an even better chance at winning.

She swings her claws at his throat, making him go to the defensive and try to back away.

While that is going on, Lion is too busy being focused on Dabi’s fire, and constantly jumping from it. It gets to the point Lion is facing me, and the back of Dabi is visible. He glares at Dabi, and I see his eyes turn red. Why the FUCK are these two dragons so much stranger than most!? What is up with his eyes changing color!? Dabi goes to use his fire, but… It doesn’t come out?

… !!! A cancellation ability!?

Now that seems to catch the attention of everyone, especially All For One. He leans a bit forward in his chair. I can’t see Dabi’s face, but I bet it’s one of surprise judging by his tensed body. He freezes for a moment, giving Lion the chance to strike first. He’s able to manage a pretty deep slash onto Dabi’s side when he tries to move away. One quick glance shows Lion’s eyes are back to his steel or whitish color. He only manages another rather deep slash to Dabi’s shoulder. He tries to use his fire again, and succeeds. With the close range I worry that Lion was burned to a crisp immediately.

He glares again to cancel the fire again before it can do serious damage to him. Ah, so there is a timer-like thing for it. He slams his tail into Dabi, knocking him towards his back. He’s able to manage another slash onto Dabi’s exposed stomach. It’s easy to tell Dabi is slightly panicking, not used to never being hit so much before. Probably the cancellation as well.

Presumably Toga notices Dabi having a hard time, meanwhile, she’s giving Shatter a surprisingly hard time, and a lot of injuries. She charges towards him still as Shatter and manages to get a clean deep swipe to his right eye. My heart sinks to my stomach.

Lion hardly gives it a chance though since he notices Dabi trying to get back up. He claws again at Dabi, striking his chest. There’s now a good pool of blood being trailed onto the ground from all Dabi’s wounds. Now that Shatter has a bit of freedom, he’s able to scream. Just like yesterday, it’s much more of a screech than a scream. Again like before, Dabi and Toga flinch in pain at the sound. It gives Lion the chance to injure the Shatter that attacked him, making the transformation wear off.

Before anything else can be done, chain envelops the two again, allowing Dabi and Toga to get away freely. Of course the coward would do this when his precious pawns are losing. “Cheating bastard.” I mumble with obvious frustration. Shatter looks towards me again.

That’s the least of my concern now though. Lion’s eye needs to be looked at ASAP. I go back to their stalls to prepare for their return.

Again, it doesn’t take long. Neither are wearing muzzles, but Shatter doesn’t scream, possibly in fear of his jaw being dislocated again. Masura almost seems disappointed when he and the others drag them in. It was almost too much to wait for all of them to leave before rushing towards the two dragons, especially Lion.

When reaching up for his head, I almost yank it down to my eye level to see the damage to his eye. They almost seem surprised by my concern. Thankfully, his eye was missed, just barely. My foot nervously taps onto the ground for a second while in thought. It’s still a really deep wound, but fully healing it would raise suspicion, and All For One already isn’t too happy with these two defeating so many of his favorites. Not many have been able to beat Dabi and Toga. My hand gets its familiar glow and comes into contact with the wound. I don’t heal it all the way. There’s a giant scar left instead. They gave me a look. “I’m sorry. I really badly want to heal it fully, but I don’t want to die by healing you guys too much like the last person did,” I look towards the burned scales as well. “Those can’t be fully healed either. Some reason my healing doesn’t really work on burns.”

Their eyes almost seem to widen.

Shatter looks towards the entrance instead a moment later and hisses. I rush for the muzzles. Obviously, they’re really resilient to them being put on.

I get Shatter’s on just in time for All For One to enter. He goes right up to Lion. “A canceling ability. Simply magnificent. I wonder, how many can he cancel at once? Guess tomorrow we will see,” He almost seems to glare at Shatter. “Although I do not trust that one to not get in the way. Tomorrow will be just Lion, or now given the name Suppress.”

He goes to touch the now named “Suppress”, but he smacks his head against All For One’s hand, making him pull it away. “Ah, still got good fight as well. Good. Tomorrow will be interesting.”

“Uh, S-sir? If I may ask, what is your plan for him tomorrow?” Damn it, why did I have to stutter?

He turns his masked head towards me. I can almost FEEL his grinning under the thing. “He’s going to fight Tomura as well tomorrow.”

I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing. There’s no way he can fight Dabi, Toga, AND Tomura at the same time without being killed!

He doesn’t say anything else as he turns and leaves. I quickly take their muzzles back off. There’s nothing that can be done. I can only hope he’s strong enough to survive. No dragon has survived Tomura though. I sigh heavily and look at Suppress. “I hope you can handle a lot at once. If I’m right, you might be against three tomorrow. Be as ruthless as you can. They won't be holding back.”

I leave and grab food for them again. This time, they eat it with me there. I sit in the same spot as before.

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The next day comes too soon. This time I’m woken up to the sun shining right on my face. That means it’s much later than yesterday. I go to sit up, and nearly groan in stiffness. Yep, here comes the pain and stiffness of laying on the floor. The two of them are staring at me while growling, or probably talking to each other. Well that’s a little weird.

I get up lean backwards, giving my back a good crack. It felt satisfying and did relieve the tiniest bit of discomfort. Using my healing, it doesn’t take long to feel fully normal again. I look at the giant scar still under Suppress’ eye. Pity courses through me at it. Well, at least she didn’t strike slightly higher, permanently losing his sight. Judging that Suppressor might be taken soon for a final fight today, I get up and grab the muzzles yet again. I’m so sick of even seeing these damn things. Suppressor’s gets put on properly, but I keep Shatter’s a bit loose again. He almost seems appreciative of it. “When they come to take you, save your energy for the fight. You’re going to need everything you can get.”

They were put on just in time too since Masura comes in with a few others to take Suppress. “Already?” I question.

“Yeah, he wants this to be the only fight today. He couldn’t wait to see what this thing is made of.”

This “thing” is a he, you overdeveloped rotten cabbage.

The dragon must have been able to understand me since he doesn’t fight them that strongly as they drag him out by the chains. I sigh and look towards Shatter. “I hope he’s strong. He’s going to need everything he can get.”

I follow Masura into the stall. It’s odd being in a different one for once, and I’m horrified with how roughly they throw him around with the chains. I go up front and take off his muzzle yet again, allowing him to snap at the people. I smirk as he gets dangerously close to his teeth meeting the flesh of one of the men close to me on my left. He shrieks and stumbles far away.

He then gets shoved forward out of the stall into the arena. Masura and the others quickly leave, probably to the stands to get a better view of the fight higher up.

It’s dead silent in the stands. “Now, I know there are usually a few every day, but this is a chance that can’t be taken up. Today is a one fight only, and three against one. Now, that usually doesn’t happen with the lack of action that would normally cause, but this dragon has an incredibly special ability I want to see how they fare on their own,” three separate gates open, revealing what I feared. He’s given them a higher advantage by not all being together to have their abilities eliminated. Now, Toga’s not really a problem since Suppress doesn’t have an ally, but she’s still incredibly agile and dangerous.

Tomura is probably one of the oddest dragons. His scales look incredibly dry, despite not exactly being a desert dragon. Bright red eyes glowing with hate, and talons of dead dragons latched onto his body. Don’t know why they’re there, but it’s still such a sickening thing to see.

Dabi looks good as before with no slash wounds to be seen. Of course the fucker is willing to fully heal his dragons whenever they’re injured.

Toga is in front, Dabi on Suppress’ left, and Tomura on his right. There was an eerie stillness for a moment, almost like they're all waiting for something. That something was Tomura. He hissed something, and they all lunged for him. He manages to dodge all three. Tomura is trying to get a grip on him for disintegration, or decay, or whatever terrifying thing it is he does. Suppress is trying to keep an eye on him and ducks down in time to avoid Dabi’s fire. Toga tries to stab him with her tail while he’s lowered against Dabi’s fire and watching Tomura.

Turns out he was somehow also able to keep watch of Toga. He brings his tail in front of him and pushes Toga up without her realizing. Dabi’s fire hits her for a moment, making her let out a sound that makes Dabi stop. Even from here smoke is coming off of her back.

She jumps out of the way for Dabi to continue. He uses his ability to stop Dabi from using his hot fire. Since he’s so distracted by keeping his sight on Dabi, and ends up focusing more on Toga’s location. Tomura is able to get up on him again. He manages to grab Suppress' right arm. It’s not for long as he seems to notice immediately what the dragon’s ability does. It stops decaying as he glares at Tomura instead.

Dabi notices and tries to use his fire again. It works. So his ability must need to keep his eyes in contact with a dragon to stop their ability. Chunks of his arm fall away, leaving his arm to start bleeding rather heavily. Suppress flinches is obvious pain. He’s able to keep a level head and use Tomura’s grip on him to pull him in front in the path of Dabi’s fire. Really clever using a long-range foe’s ability to harm its allies.

Dabi doesn’t stop in time, greatly charring Tomura’s already bad scales as well.

All For One isn’t too happy of his favorite pawn being injured so quickly already. Well, it’s obviously his fault for the other two joining in the first place.

A sick pleasure grows in me at his frustrated stance of tight grip on his chair. Though pity courses through me as well looking at his partially decayed arm. Should have warned him about that.

Toga manages to ignore the pain of her burned scales and attempts to attack Suppress again. He swipes his tail as hard as he can, making Toga go flying and crash into the wall from her rather small size. Especially compared to the others. The back of her head hit the wall as well, and she slumps to the ground, unmoving. She doesn’t seem to be dead though, her stomach still slightly rising.

Now All For One seems to be getting angrier. He doesn’t seem to be the only one. Tomura lets out a rather angry growl. Suppress is facing me again, and blinks, though he really didn’t seem to want to. That’s all the two needed to go all-out on him again.

Tomura tries to grab him again but wasn’t able to. Suppress grabs right above his two front talons to prevent more decay. One thing going for him is he’s much stronger physically, so he’s able to manage quite easily keeping him pinned down.

With Dabi’s fire consistently being shot at him, he does something his body shows he didn’t really want to do. He tilts his head and leans down, biting into the sides of Tomura’s neck. He slowly continues to bite down harder as Dabi doesn’t cease using his fire at him. Tomura is visually starting to panic at this point.

I think I know his plan, but it probably won’t work. Dabi doesn’t really care about the others but tolerates them for his own enjoyment of the arena.

Looking at All For One, I freeze. He’s angrier than I’ve ever seen him. I can swear I see his hands shaking from here. Huh, he’s not usually the type to have strong visual emotion besides slight interest.

Eventually, there was a sickening “crunch”, indicating that Suppress must have bitten into bone. Tomura’s neck slumps to the side, and he can’t seem to pick his head back up.

All For One had enough as he stood up from his chair for the first time and I can see the chains going for Suppress again. The chains yank Suppress so harshly that he drops Tomura, and ends up being slammed into one of the walls himself.

My body freezes completely as All For One’s head turns to look directly at me. I’m happy Suppress was able to survive, but now I’m dreading what All For One’s going to do to him.

I rush back to Shatter since I can tell All For One is about to come in this time. He seems desperate to have the muzzle off again. His eyes almost light up as I enter. “Sorry, I can’t take it off yet. Your friend is in pretty bad shape though and will be coming shortly.”

I almost waited with bated breath for a good few minutes. This time, instead of Masura and the others, it was All For One himself, easily dragging the dragon along. The chains pull him back by the other and latch back onto the walls. He has chains wrapped around his snout like the other did before. He’s between me and the dragons, and I can see their expressions behind him. Suppress is still flinching in pain from his decayed flesh.

He turns his head to me. “Kill them both.”

I was in shock. I have never been demanded to kill a dragon, yet alone two before. He won fairly! Even with injuries! He and Shatter deserve to be let free!

I notice the two dragons tense behind him.

“I will not repeat myself. They nearly killed my best pawn. Nothing gets to pass my pawn. That will not stand, so they will be killed,” He looks at Shatter’s loosened muzzle. Fuck. “I noticed they seem to be trusting of you, so I’m making you do it. You have one hour,” he turns around and leaves.

I look at the wounds of his fight from earlier. You know what? Fuck him. If I die, I die.

“I think you both more than earned your freedom by now. Hell, neither of you should have been here in the first place. Do me a favor and warn the others to not come near here ever again.” Shatter tilts his head at me again as I take off his muzzle and the chains around Suppress' snout. Here’s to hoping they can understand me. The sword hanging on the wall out of reach of the two dragons should be able to break the chains.

My first priority is to fully heal that decayed part. The scar under his eye is sadly permanent now though. My hand glows its familiar green and it hovers over the wound. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be fully healed either, but the scar is much smaller than it would have been. I try my best with the burns, but it doesn’t do much.

The longer my hand hovers right above his scales and heals him, the more drained and tired I feel. It gets to the point my body tries to fall forward. I push my hand onto him to try keeping my balance. “Whew. Not quite… Used to using so much energy. Haha.” His shoulder that I’m leaning against twitches. I take it as my cue to step away and end up leaning against the wall not far behind me to catch my breath. Looking towards Shatter, he’s still in pretty good shape, but the wounds from before can be healed a bit more to make sure they don’t reopen.

I trudge over to him and do the same, ending up leaning on him like Suppress. This time even more tired though. I can’t rest yet. There’s so little time to get them free yet. I push myself off him and go to grab the sword. With my tired state it’s almost too heavy to be lifted.

The first thing was their wings with metal being wrapped around them and pulled outwards. I grab the chain closer to him to try preventing it from pulling. The sword gets slammed down as hard as possible, making the chain break. One by one, the others were broken too. Eventually, all were broken off of both. My arm is so sore from lifting the sword so many times, and being drained in the first place. My breath is incredibly ragged.

After dropping the sword after the final chain, I close my eyes and lean against the wall. It’s hard to stay awake. “There. Now… Get going before someone returns.”

Both of them stop towards the entrance and look at me. “Go!” I yell at them and point forward. They stay for a moment longer, then bolt out.

I stay leaned for a few minutes. That was beyond exhausting. Two familiar sets of footsteps enter.

“You damn traitor. I really thought you’d be better than the last. I should kill you now!”

I look towards the entrance. All For One and Masura. Guess just get it over with then.

All For One stops him with an arm in front of him. “No. They deserve much worse than death for their betrayal.”

Well shit.

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Locked in a dark cell for a good week. Hardly any food, and quite possibly the bare minimum of water given for me to stay alive. At least it wasn’t permanent. Almost wish it was with that happens after leaving the cell. After leaving, he gave the others free rein to injure me whenever they pleased. Masura was more than happy to oblige, leaving me with some rather problematic injuries that made me so tired to heal I could barely heal dragons if I tried. Of course, now someone is always watching me when it’s my time to heal the dragons. My job is only partial now though since he wants someone more “loyal” for the job. Hopefully, those two are happy at least. That’s all that matters.

In speaking of that, today was a day I wasn’t in charge of it. But Masura sure as hell had a lot of fun tossing me around like a ragdoll. Many show pity for me, but they know not to help. I can’t blame them no matter how much it hurts. A younger one with green curly hair looks like he wanted to deck Masura himself. Same with the dual-haired one beside him. Another rather tall one with glasses stops them and uses a chopping motion to tell them something, making them not intervene. They were a bit too far to be heard. My body is too tired today to heal the recent wounds from him as well. Pretty sure my right eye is a black eye from it being stuck partially closed and obviously the pain.

While looking around to make sure he’s not near me or any of the others for now today, I stumble upon a rather intimidating-looking man. His back is facing me as someone with really long blue hair is talking to him. He just radiates a strong and uncomfortable type of feeling. Never seen them around before. He doesn’t even turn around. “Sorry, sir.” Some reason that seems to catch his attention. The other two, which is a rather pretty woman. Rather long and messy black hair turns around to lock steely-gray-like eyes with mine.

That scar reminds me too much of the dragon from before. Wasn’t the scar about the same place too? Huh, he must have been too interested in that fight and lacks self-preservation or something. His eyes widen for some reason. He must have been told by others to not even come near the now outcast.

I don’t even get to blink when he grabs one of my arms to pull me towards him again. My body instinctively flinches and gets prepared to be hit again. It never comes. My eyes open to see him staring at small cuts still bleeding slightly. His sight then immediately goes towards my swollen eye. There’s an odd fury that grows in his eyes the more he sees. Too tired to think what that must be about. I try to pull my arm free from his grip. ‘I’m sorry sir, but could you please let me go? I’m really tired and just want to go home for the day.”

He doesn’t. If anything, his grip gets slightly tighter from me trying to pull away. Not painfully so, but it’s there. The other turns to look, and her eyes widen a substantial amount. She looks at him. “They the one? They’re not looking so hot.”

“We got what we need. Tell Zashi and the others.”

She nods and pushes something hidden against her ear. “We found the target.” She says something else too, but my mind is too caught up in the “target” part.

T-target!? That snaps me to attention. What did All For One tell them? Are they looking for something and he pinned the blame on me that I have it? Did he hire them to make my life more insufferable?

A set of footsteps comes up rapidly. They must be running as fast as they could. It’s another male. He has incredibly long hair and some rather odd facial hair. He suddenly hugs me. “So glad to have finally found you! The week has been terrible! Sho! We shoulda taken then with us!”

I don’t know you weirdos. What kind of sick prank is this? I try to push him away. “You must have the wrong person. I don’t know either of you.” He latches on tighter. “C’mon, we’re not dragons now, but you gotta recognize us! Especially Sho’s scar!

...What? Looking closer, the blond one seems to have small scales poking at his clothing. That… This cannot be possible. I shake my head in disbelief. “There’s no way! Dragon shifters aren’t real!”

“Oh, we definitely are, dear- what happened!? Why do you have so many injuries!?”

“That Masura man I’m guessing. Problem child informed me of it not too long ago.”

Problem child?

The blond one almost seems to growl. “Don’t regret our decision for today then.”

“Decision?” I question.

They both grow a rather sadistic smirk. I can’t tell which is more unnerving. The blond’s is bigger and shows more of his teeth, but there’s just something about the black-haired one’s that seems more unnatural.

“Well, we’ve been lookin’ for ya for about a week now. We were starting to think he did kill you, and we weren’t happy. Besides! A dragon killer like him can’t live anyway. He’s a danger to our kind!” he turns towards the woman. “Give everyone the signal,” He turns towards this ‘“Sho” or whatever he is. “You should take them. Don’t want any more damage to our poor lovely healer, huh?” He smiles at me.

I’m… still trying to wrap my frazzled mind and body around this. I don’t get to though from the sudden thing of many of the people around suddenly growing rapidly in size, and obtaining dragon qualities.

It doesn’t even take a minute for them all to be full dragons, and ripped clothes everywhere. As well as the two familiar ones right in front of me. Shatter and Suppress.

Shatter picks me up and flies up a bit, being careful with his claws. He places me on Suppress’ back.

Can things please stop for two minutes to let me think!? Again, I don’t get to as Suppress takes off into the air. There’s nothing to really grab onto to not fall off, so I grab his hair. It’s surprisingly soft. Wasn’t expecting that. My hands make the hair wrap around my hands a few times to not have to clench it so tightly. I’d rather not fall to my death.

He either dosn’t feel me pulling on his hair or doesn’t care. I lean closer to ignore the air whipping by as he speeds around flying. The screaming of the people is also a bit too much. They have nothing to fend themselves since dragons have never attacked this place before. Usually they get caught before they do.

There’s the familiar screaming or yelling of Shatter in the distance. I look over to see him with multiple other dragons against All For One. He’s gotten a few chained to the ground, but the sheer amount of them that keep using their abilities against him is making it really hard for him to focus.

A familiar exploding dragon zooms past to fight one of his prized dragons he must have let free to help. They’re not helping much. They can’t. There are too many. Toga tries to stab him with her tail, but the exploding one is relentless. He has a sick smile, almost like he’s enjoying the fight. He almost too quickly manages to pin her to the ground and slams explosion after explosion onto her face.

Dabi is being managed by an oddly colored dragon that reminds me of the red and white-haired one from earlier. With him fighting Dabi is a green one with an oddly long tongue, and a pink and brown one who somehow can move large buildings to fall onto Dabi, making him constantly jump around to avoid being hit.

Tomura doesn’t seem to be having much luck either. The two must have informed the others of his ability. He’s against multiple with long-ranged abilities like Shatter.

Despite all the noise around, I’m getting even more tired with the rocking of his body with the movement of his wings. Same with his oddly warm scales being rather comforting, and hair draping around me like a blanket. Exhaustion overtakes me as the sounds of screaming people, roaring dragons, and crackling fire of houses slowly fades to silence with me drifting off.

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Not edited to the fullest capability. We die like captains with their sinking ships. Will be doing a part two with better yandere stuff...

….. Eventually…...

#yandere erasermic #yandere dragon erasermic #x reader #mha au #dragon shifter au #hizashi yamada x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere shouta aizawa

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ellitx · 3 years

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elli have you ever think about the twins caught [name] masturbation and moaned their name?

anon asked: Hi idk if you’ve received something like similar to this but, what do u think himmel and Venti would do if their fem s/o is touching their breasts or chest lmao. , they were just walking around the house and stumbled across their lover, laying and just doing her own stuff— Like, for us, its considered as our stress reliever and I can’t seem to get it off my head 🤣

You tried to relieve all your stress building inside you by touching yourself, imagining your two childhood friends touching you, kissing you, licking your body, breasts, and nipples. Thinking about the boys hours away from the meeting, you ran your hands down your belly. Your right forefinger touching your clitoris while the left forefinger goes deep inside you, pretending to be one of the twins’ penis.

What would their cock feel, surrounded by your soft, collapsing caves of flesh? You hate that your fingers aren't big enough, it’s too small unlike Venti’s. Though his hands are a bit calloused from constantly playing his guitar, you always love touching and tracing his fingers then to his knuckles, and you wonder what it would feel like if he inserts his digits in your sloppy and dripping cunt.

You shut your eyes tightly and moaned as you put in two fingers and spread your lips. You miss Venti. You miss Himmel. How long has it been since you’ve last seen them? The three of you were too busy with uni, unable to find the time to spend together, and the invitation to meet up together in your dorm brought a big smile to your face.

There are still two more hours left before they come knocking on your door. You want to take your time imagining them eating you out, fucking you, kissing you, and whispering in your ears how much they’ve missed holding you, their beloved and precious muse, lover, and friend.

You moved your fingers to the rhythm, feeling the two inside get creamy as your clit began to become hard and red.

“Hng… Venti~ Himmel— ah!” you gasped, the word nearly just a breath that they coaxed out of you with a sturdy thrust of their cocks. You envisioned Himmel looking down at you with lust in his eyes. A low, soft growl reverberated from his throat as he moved his lips to cover yours. He offered you a kiss, a gesture as sweet as him, and locked your tongue together with his.

Venti had a firm grasp on your hips and held you steady as he gave another thrust of his hips to reach deep inside you. Your moans were muffled by Himmel’s lips and it added another stimulation when Venti bit on your shoulder while he fucked you deeper and faster.

“Fuck… you’re… so tight…” He murmured against your skin while hugging you close to his chest. His fingers reached to your nipples to fiddle and pinch them. He loves to see every reaction he can get from you and he licked his lips seeing how red your face was with a little bit of drool coming from the corner of your mouth as you moaned and cried their names.

Himmel returned to trailing much softer bites around your neck and shoulders; shoving his dick profoundly until the tip reached deep inside your slick and clenching walls, then your words dissolved back into breathy and incohesive moans.

The rough pad of Venti’s fingers found your clit, and the moment he began to press rough— demanding circles into it— your mind went blank at the unusual euphoric happening to you all at once.

You angled your hips to directly press into his fingers and took more of Himmel’s cock in the process. The heat was coiling in your stomach, preparing itself to release a burst of pleasure, and you were almost there.

Almost—

“Venti— Himmel… I-I’m coming…!”

And just like that, the hand on your clit and the cocks and fingers filling your holes disappeared. Both boys are gone, nowhere to be seen.

You wanted to cry. You were so close to your release. Your thighs shook with arousal, toes curling and uncurling as you lay there, deciding what to do. How long have you been touching yourself?

You turned your head to face the alarm next to your bed.

6:28 PM

There’s still more time left before Venti and Himmel will come here. Might as well get yourself off and reach your own release. You placed your hand back to your wet pussy and in a few moments, you were back to the point of almost reaching the edge, almost finally reaching the orgasm that you’ve always wanted.

You murmured their names breathily, your face flushed red from the recent unwholesome thoughts of the twins while you raised your other free hand to cup your breast and rub your nipples with your thumb, pulling and squeezing them occasionally. You pressed your thighs together and buried your face on the pillow to muffle your moans, moving your fingers faster and deeper in your cunt.

As you get closer, you moaned their names again, not quite meaning to and not quite thinking about what it would do. You said it like a mantra, crying those two familiar names of the twins you’ve loved so much again and again and again so loudly each time it slipped from your mouth before losing the ability to speak and just focused on pumping one hand to brush your clit— fucking yourself with your fingers— and the other to knead your breasts. The dual sensation is enough to send you over the edge.

You arched your back tightly as you imagined both of them sucking your breasts hysterically as you came. Your entire body released in a flood of pent-up tension and arousal, your fingers still helping you through the aftershocks as your lips were parted a bit in a silent cry.

For a moment, you remained still with your eyes closed, just basking in the sensation. It felt so nice along with the rush of pleasure running throughout your body.

Your eyes jolted open when you hear a faint creaking of a door and muffled whispers.

“T-that’s enough already! She’ll get mad at us for sure if she sees us!” Himmel whisper-yelled to his brother, his face painted with a tint of red as he pushed Venti to move.

“I was just making sure she’s fine! She wasn’t answering our calls, that's why we have to rush here to check up on her.” The other retorted back with a visage similar to the older twin. Both of them never expected to see you touching yourself, your slim body erotically exposed for their eyes and mind to drink in. It was clear as a day from all the things you’ve done to yourself as you panted and moaned their respective names.

They turned their head when the door to your room slammed open and both eyes went wide to see you standing there naked. No blanket nor clothes to cover your body.

Himmel was the first one to speak, ready to apologize and explain everything.

“[N-Name], it’s not what it looks like! We were about to— hmph?!”

Himmel felt his heart loudly pounding against his chest. The sudden sensation of your lips locked against his surely shocked him. You moved your lips in unfamiliar patterns he tried to mimic with his own. You felt the electricity pulsing through your veins. The kiss engulfed you both and you tightly clutched onto his shirt. As you leaned forward, you heard a small gasp from him as you slipped your tongue in his mouth to intertwine with his.

A surprising kiss from you, nonetheless he welcomed it. His shoulders relaxed and he reluctantly rested his hand on your back and the other to cup your cheek to pull you close to him. His thumb ran along the curve of your cheekbone and you nestled into his hand, feeling his warmth seep into yours. Your soft, round breasts were pressing against his lean body and he got himself lost to the feeling of your soft lips.

Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva was connected to yours and his lips and both of you panted heavily. You didn’t spare another glance to the older twin as you quickly stride to where Venti was standing and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You tiptoed to reach his height to give him a passionate and sweet kiss.

Venti didn’t hesitate to return it. He brought his hands to the back of your neck while the other settled on your hips. You moved closer to him, feeling his warmth into yours.

Lips leaving yours, his breath was hot as his kisses trailed down your neck. His hands held your back, sucking your skin to create a mark, and you arched, begging for more.

“Mine,” he growled.

You dragged your nails down his back and tightly gripped on his clothing as you tilt your head to the side for him to gain more access and moan his name. Himmel, who was still half-fazed by your kiss, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he walks behind you and copies what his brother is doing.

“I believe she’s ours, Venti.” The frail man corrected before gently grabbing your chin to face him and continue the kiss you’ve initiated on him. After a short session of marking and kissing you, they stopped and looked at you with a loving and longing gaze.

“Archons, we miss you so much, [Name]. You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hold you like this.” Venti nuzzled his face to your hair before giving a short yet sweet kiss on your temple.

“So am I. All these tests and research have been hindering us to meet you. I’m glad we’re finally done with them. It’s an absolute torture not being able to spend time together with you.” Sighed Himmel as he lovingly strokes your sides and gives a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation of their lips, cuddling closer to them before leaving your own loving affection to them.

“I missed you both so much,” You closed your eyes and rested your head against Venti’s chest to listen to the calming and rhythmic beat of his heart.

You felt a finger running along your thighs so sensually and you squeaked when a hand was stroking your pussy. You forgot you were completely naked in front of them. You gulped down your dry saliva, both in excitement and nervousness, and turned your head away from them, multiple fingers continuing to play and brush along your inner thighs and curves of your breasts. The slick on your legs messed with their digits but they paid no mind to it as their focus is completely fixed on you, too captivated and aroused by the sight of your nude form.

“So wet. Seems like we have to take care of our princess, brother.”

“You don’t have to say it out loud. You’re making her embarrassed.” The older twin scolded before turning to you and giving a sweet smile before he leaned down to whisper in your ears. His hot breath brings a rush of excitement and arousal through your nerves, you practically want them to fill your holes so madly, coat your body with their cum, and eat you out as they bury their head deeply between your legs.

“Just relax for us and we’ll handle this, okay?”

#anon ask #ellianswers #elliwrites #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #himmel x reader #venti x reader #venti brainrot

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simpingw0lfi3 · 4 years

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birthday boy

smut warning

It was a rather chilly day, and at each heavy breath he took the condensation formed a soft cloud - the tip of his nose was tinted pink and his cheeks flushed a slight red. Daisuke had been visiting his family, or what was left of it; as he was getting older, there were more responsibilities for him to take. HEUSC, family matters, companies - the list was almost never ending. As the man in front of him continued to converse, his mind drifted to a place he desired to return. He looked important, how he dressed; a man who exuded an aura of confidence, the sharp edges of the suit well ironed accompanied with a leather briefcase. The typical overly confident rich man. But there will always be a difference between the two. One who emitted a fraudulent poise, and the other who didn’t even need to try. So he didn’t pay any attention. Looking up at the sunny skies, the clouds had drifted off leaving a beautiful blue hue and the shining rays of light that illuminated the path. I want to go home.

Daisuke stuffed his hands in his pockets, sprinting up the stairs of the apartment while the cold breeze blew on his face. Finally, he had finished attending all the meetings that had been scheduled lifting a burden off of his shoulders, but darkness had already engulfed the skies. His hands hastily bustled about in his bag, looking for the key to the door. Flinching at the cold metal jingling about in his palms, he inspected closely at the keychain that Haru had bought for him on their first amusement park date. A gentle smile curled up on his lips, but the cold had lingered on his bare skin for too long that he sought the warmth of home. Jamming the key in and twisting, at the opening of the entrance he had expected the usual cozy home. Instead, he was greeted with nothing. Darkness enveloped him and silence rang in his ears. Worry flooded through his veins, the pulse at his neck throbbing sporadically. Tentatively, he took one step forward. Left foot, right foot. The door creaked behind him, the blistering winds slamming it closed. At the click of the switch from a flick of his wrist, the fluorescent bulb flooding the compact room with light. The air was still - not a single movement was detected. Yet, the smell of one of the man’s favourites home-cooked meals from his boyfriend had wafted over, diffusing the tension in his shoulders. He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. This is home.

“Kambe~! Happy birthday!” Haru and jolted out from the bottom of the table, confetti scattering everywhere with a pop, causing the man to flinch and trip, his tailbone slamming against the wooden planks of the floor. Although he was a classy, rich gentleman, he had always been caught off guard from his lover. “Pfft-” The brown-haired man had burst out laughing at such a travesty, knowing that Daisuke had probably been around all day looking exquisite and yet here he was, sitting on his ass after getting scared from such a trivial matter.

“H-Haru...” His eyes lingered on the figure of his boyfriend for a moment, each stare burning through. Haru jittered around, fumbling with his fingers in a moment of embarrassment. Rightfully so - he wasn’t wearing anything but his apron, the glossy, porcelain skin filling up the eyes of the man. He was ravenous; no longer for the meals that he had craved since the beginning of the day, but for something else.

“J-just for today! Since its your birthday...” His nerves were getting to him after all despite the amount of sake he had downed. Cautiously, Daisuke propped himself up and made way to his boyfriend, taking each step slowly as if he was a wild animal who would run at the sense of jeopardy. Daisuke’s eyes trailed over to his face, the red blush telling him that maybe Haru had too much to drink.

“Are you drunk?” It was a blunt question. And the answer was obvious. But Haru shook his head with desperation.

“Of course not-!”

“I don’t want you to forget today.” Daisuke crashed his lips against Haru’s, pushing him down and knocking everything in their way. The cacophonous echos as the two of them collided together was enough to wake up their neighbours, but they couldn’t care in this moment. Licking the bottom of his lip and slipping it in, Daisuke could taste the remnants of alcohol rolling on his tongue.

“W-wait, Kambe-!” Haru pushed the broad shoulders away in protest, making Daisuke frown in restlessness. “You should eat first... you’ve been out all day.”

“I am eating.” In one swift motion, Daisuke flung the loose cloth of the apron away, revealing Haru’s stiffness. He dipped his head, giving the tip small pecks before sucking, the seeps of precum staining his mouth.

“K-Kambe, wai- hng-!” Lustful sounds of his arousal escaped from his lips, encouraging the gentleman to continue. He took the member deeper down his throat, the sensation of the tip hitting the back of his throat only making him more esurient. His tongue lapped over the skin, hollowing his jaw and thoroughly sucking at his erect cock. At the feeling of it pulsating against his mouth, Daisuke’s eyes rolled to the back of his head anticipating the feeling of Haru’s high. “Oh god, K-Kambe I’m gonna-!” Ropes of his cum shot out, landing at the back of his throat and sputtering all over Daisuke’s teary-eyes face as he pulled his black locks to get a good look at his face. Eyes were lust incarnate, an expression begging for more.

“Thanks for the birthday cream, Haru...” At the sight of his boyfriend’s submissiveness, he could feel the rush of blood through his veins, his cock hardening once again. Shoving him over so that he was now on top, Haru unzipped the crotch area of Daisuke’s pants, fingers fumbling with the rigid belt.

“I’ll make you feel good, birthday boy~”

#daiharu #daiharu fic #fanfiction #daisuke #daisuke kambe #haru #haru kato #balance unlimited #happy birthday daisuke!#smut #fkbu

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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Melt in My Arms (Kenshin Uesugi x MC)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kenshin Uesugi x MC

Prompt: Fireworks, Summer festival, Heat, Melting

Warning: Smut!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,857

Requested by: @cherrydangome - don’t know why the tag isn’t working ;-;

Written by: @lordsisterxotome

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Sengoku or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

“K-Kenshin, we-ah! We can’t! S-Someone will hear!”

“Not if you’re quiet,” the man between her legs responded, humming against her dripping core as he licked his lips of her essence. “Not that I mind if someone finds us. It’ll show them that you’re all mine before I kill them for seeing you how only I’m allowed to see you.”

“Kenshin!” she scolded quietly in protest. Her head tilted back, bottom lip between her teeth, as his tongue delved inside of her again, his moans of pleasure vibrating through her in a way that made her legs tremble. Fingers tightened in his pale hair as he slurped noisily, grabbing her thighs in a bruising grip to keep her in place.

This was a bad idea. There were too many people around for them not to get caught. Kasugayama was even more crowded than usual because of the summer festival, travelers from across the territory having come to enjoy the festivities. There were even going to be large-scale fireworks this year, courtesy of the Uesugi head after MC had told him about the common practice in her time.

They had been walking through town, enjoying the jovial atmosphere and sampling the food and drink vendors, when Kenshin had pulled her into a deserted alley, nestled between two buildings and hidden by the vendors’ equipment. When she had opened her mouth to question him, she found herself shoved against the wall, a hot mouth on hers as an even hotter body pressed against her own.

What little resistance she harbored to his sudden passion disappeared as his tongue prodded against her lips, slipping inside to dominate her mouth with the taste of rich sake. She was rendered helpless in his arms, melting as his hips began to gyrate, a knee slipping between her legs and parting her kimono.

Trailing hungry kisses down her throat, she’d gasped as he dropped to his knees, green and blue eyes hazed with desire as he gazed up at her. He’d parted her legs slowly, allowing her the opportunity to stop this any time, but she had remained silent. Maybe part of her enjoyed the thrill of possibly being caught, but more than that she just wanted him, his mouth, his touch, his cock, all of him, him, him.

Sliding her kimono away from her thighs, Kenshin’s calloused fingers had sent shivers up her spine as they trailed along her inner thighs, gently prying them open as she instinctively tried to close them.

“Let me see what’s mine,” he’d murmured, breath fanning against the skin of her knee as he leaned closer.

He had hummed in satisfaction when she gave into his request, spreading her legs to him. Long fingers immediately stroked her damp folds, circling her entrance a couple of times before finding her clit and pressing down teasingly on the swelling bundle of nerves. A gasp had escaped before she could clamp a hand over her mouth, Kenshin’s mouth descending on her in a flurry of teeth and tongue and setting a fire in her that he’d been stoking for the last few minutes.

It felt as if he was trying to suffocate himself against her core as he pressed closer now, shifting his attention to licking and biting at her clit while his fingers busied themselves with thrusting inside of her, preparing her for something much larger. “Kenshin!” she choked, trying not to scream as her trembling legs threatened to give out beneath her.

MC whimpered when he pulled away, lips glistening with her slick and eyes bright with a feral light. “Try to keep quiet, my love.” Her face burned as he licked his lips, moaning at her taste. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“Please…!” she managed, nails digging into her palms for some sense of stability. Getting caught be damned, she needed him inside of her right now, needed him to quell this burning ache.

“Please?” Rising to his feet, she whined at the loss of contact as his fingers slipped out of her, her hips bucking into empty air in search of the lost friction. “You want me to take you right here, right now? Where anyone could find us?”

He was teasing her now and she knew it, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. His pale cheeks were tinted with pleasure when she pulled away, panting. “Yes,” she answered. “I don’t care about that right now. I need you inside of me so badly, please Kenshin!”

His Adams’ apple bobbed at her pleading, pants escaping perfect, parted lips as he moved, untying his hakama enough to pull out his hard cock. MC clutched at her lover desperately as she was lifted off her feet, legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck. She buried her face in his neck as his throbbing length slipped through her heat, the tip prodding her entrance. It took every bit of self control she possessed not to throw her head back and scream for him right now, to let the entire town know who was about to fuck her.

“Let me see your face,” he rumbled, and she whined in protest but did as he asked, leaning away from his neck to meet his gaze. Kenshin always looked angelic, but she realized he looked particularly beautiful when he made love. Limned in the light of the night sky far overhead and painted in the warm light of the festival lanterns he looked dreamlike, his cheeks flushed the most lovely shade of pink as his hazed eyes crinkled at the corners, a loving smile on his lips.

“You look beautiful like this, wanting me.”

Peering up at him through her lashes, she rolled her hips in answer, drawing a pleasured groan from her lover as his grip tightened on her. “I was just thinking the same about you,” she whispered, placing a soft kiss to his jaw. “Please, Kenshin, I need you so bad it hurts.”

“Hmm~” His lips curled up in a satisfied smirk. “I was just thinking the same thing,” he replied in a tender echo of her words.

With a quick, hard thrust, he filled her, moaning into the side of her neck as she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut and digging her nails into his shoulders. The familiar stretch of his impressive length felt so good she couldn’t help but moan softly as he filled her so perfectly.

It took a single moment for his lovemaking to turn feral, lips and teeth marking whatever skin he could find as he thrusts deep within her, finding his rhythm. His length allows him to reach depths inside of her she didn’t know existed, leaving her a mewling mess as she tries not to lose herself to the pleasure. If anyone were to find them like this...she didn’t want to think of what Kenshin might do to the poor soul.

His mouth latching onto her neck had her head tilting to the side, exposing the column of her throat to him for marking. MC’s fingers tugged at his clothing, wishing to feel the skin beneath, but this isn’t the place. For now, she’s satisfied with his length inside of her, rubbing her walls deliciously with each thrust.

She squeaked when he suddenly hoisted her up higher in his arms, drilling into her in a way that had her eyes rolling back against the wave of sheer ecstasy that sang through her. Her jaw clenched around a scream, heels digging into his back as she tried to pull him impossibly closer.

“You were made for me,” Kenshin moaned, and a part of her panicked at his volume, but what sense she had left quickly dissipated with each thrust into her tight, dripping heat, the erotic squelching sound of him plunging into her filling the alleyway. “All mine,” he growled possessively, and a second later his lips descended on hers, tongue slipping past her parted lips to swallow her pleasured sounds.

She had been nearing her peak before when he’d eaten her out, and now she was quickly approaching that edge once more, tears blurring her vision as her body tingled. MC yelped when the tip of his cock angled to hit the sensitive spot that made her see stars, quickly moving to cover her mouth with a hand.

“You’re - hng - close,” Kenshin panted in her ear, “I...ah...I can feel it. You’re squeezing me...so tight.” His lips curled in pleasure, his body pressing hers more heavily against the wall as his thrusts turned harder, heavier. “Feels like your body’s trying to - mmm - pull me in deeper. Yes, yes, yes…!”

She could feel him so close to his climax, his thrusts turning harder, rougher, faster as he throbbed inside of her. It felt so good, his length filling and stretching and rubbing so perfectly. Her whole body felt so warm, filled with his love and lust.

Soft lips descended on his jaw, begging for release, and his mouth formed around one word to signal her undoing. “Come,” he ordered with a last thrust that seated him deep inside of her, and she couldn’t withhold the cry that rose in her chest.

Just as her lips parted, however, a boom split the air, the sky overhead illuminated in myriad colors. If it hadn’t been for the fireworks going off at just the right moment, anyone close by would have heard her release, but the pyrotechnics covered the sound as MC screamed her lover’s name, her core clamping down on his cock and milking him for all he was worth. Snarling, Kenshin buried his teeth into the crook of her shoulder, the pain sparking more pleasure in the throes of her orgasm.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted in her ear as he filled her and she felt more than heard her response, crying her love for him into the open air. Trembling and whimpering, she melted in his arms as his heat poured into her and spread warmth throughout her entire body. A soothing purr rumbled in his chest as he cradled her in his arms, hips thrusting up into her shallowly as he rode out the afterwaves of his release.

Soft kisses tickled her skin as he kissed her nose, eyes, temples, anywhere he could reach, nuzzling into her hair. “I’ve been waiting to have you like this all day.”

A content smile curled at her lips, feeling their combined release drip down her inner thighs. “Really? What do you say we go back to the castle and continue this somewhere more private?” Fortunately, the castle would be practically empty tonight, all of the servants and vassals given the day off for the festival. They would have the whole place to themselves and it was a good thing too because she wasn’t quite ready for their lovemaking to be over for the night.

One would have thought she had just told him she was giving him the world, his smile was so dazzlingly happy as he answered, “Sounds perfect.”

The festival could wait for another day; she couldn’t think of anything better right now than being in her lover’s adoring embrace.

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I WOULD LOVE A DAVE FIC !!!

Excellent. Here’s for you and @dudewhereismy-tardis

I am putting most of it under the cut because it is LONG

Dave (Daredevil copycat from Inimitable Verse) POV. Reminder that Dave is not his real name, but one given to him disdainfully by Wade in this verse.

Title: rises in the east

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“Dad.”

What?

“Dad.”

What time was it?

“Your phone’s ringing,” Charlie said. “It’s the boss.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Give it here,” Dave rasped, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Mom said you’re gonna hurt your back sleepin’ on the couch,” Charlie reported as she shoved his phone into his palm.

“My couch, my rules,” Dave said. He crammed the phone to his ear. “Ansel here,” he said.

Charlie wanted to stay home and if she was a year older, Dave would have let her. But alas. The last time he’d let her stay home, she’d texted her friend Jesse who had become unspeakably jealous and had appealed to her own parents for such freedoms, and now the whole block thought that Dave recklessly abandoned his daughter when he went to the goddamn grocery store.

All that for a can of Sprite, man.

This neighborhood was off the fuckin’ charts sometimes.

Case in point: Dani standing in front of him in the lobby with her hands on her hips, telling him that he needed to wear a tighter t-shirt or to start flexing because they were losing business.

“Dani, I’m an instructor,” he reminded her. “I’m hired to do classes.”

“It’s two hours,” Dani said. “Take the damn fliers.”

But he didn’t want to?

Dani blinked at him slowly from under her headband.

Charlie was having a great time and Dave was glad for that because he was not. He was being stared at by every person in the street as if they’d never seen a dude with muscles before.

It was the shirt.

He knew it was the shirt.

And possibly his nipples. Smashing the brochures high enough against his chest to cover them wasn’t going well and the highlighter teal underarmor Dani had forced upon him left very little to the imagination here.

There wasn’t anything else to do but let the poor things live their best lives.

“Dad, gimme more,” Charlie said.

She tugged at the brochures covering what was left of his dignity.

Blessed child, who hurt you?

“Where did the others go?” he asked her.

Charlie pointed across the road to a gaggle of ladies leaning out from their stoop, smiling.

Ah.

Yes.

Them.

“Let’s try for someone who looks more like a bro,” he told his offspring.

Charlie blinked up at him.

“Why?” she asked.

Oh, baby.

“Because they’re an easy mark,” he said. “Go up and say ‘my dad can take you’ and send ‘em my way, okay?”

Charlie’s face went from confused to ready to kill instantly.

This was her game face. This was her ‘I’m gonna wreck this goalee’s teeth’ face.

Dave shouldn’t have been proud of her, really; her teachers said that she was becoming argumentative and obstinate in the classroom. But there was just something there in the fact that his kid sure as shit wasn’t no sheep that made his chest feel big, wide, and full of hot air.

“I’m on it,” Charlie said.

He gave her three brochures and let her scramble off to the other side of the sidewalk and then turned to meet the eye of a family with a father with neat hair and the beginnings of triceps peeking out from under his sleeves.

“You lookin’ for a gym, sir?” he asked.

The guy looked his way and eyed him up.

He took a flier on his way past.

“Excuse me?”

“One second, man,” Dave said, doing the rock-shuffle to keep all the fliers on the table from blowing away.

“Excuse me.”

“Hey, I said just a sec,” Dave snapped.

He turned back and found himself staring into the dark eyes of a bald man with olive skin and deep wrinkles in his forehead.

And Dave knew him.

Holy shit.

Dave knew him.

Fuck.

God.

Jesus, Lord.

“I am so sorry,” he started.

“DAD.”

Ch—Charlie?

He looked down and sure enough, holding Rudolph ‘Diamond’ De Luca’s massive bearpaw was his very own daughter. De Luca made her wiry, suntanned limbs seem like unbaked pretzels.

He was so much bigger than he’d seemed on TV all those years ago.

“This your kid?” De Luca asked.

Jesus.

“She is. I’m so sorry,” Dave said, “Did she—she didn’t bite you or anything, did she?”

“Dad,” Charlie whined. “Don’t tell ‘im that.”

“I’ll pay for whatever damage—” Dave continued.

De Luca blinked at him impossibly slowly with long dark eye lashes. He turned his face slowly back down towards Charlie.

“You sure this is your old man?” he asked.

Wh—

Wait.

What the hell did that mean?

“That’s him,” Charlie moaned. “He’s just bein’ dumb. Dad. Stop bein’ dumb. This dude’s the real deal. He’ll fight you in a heartbeat.”

Dave grabbed his child before she could cause any more damage. She made a fuss, but let go of De Luca’s mitt. Dave shoved her behind him, just in case this situation got any more tense than it needed to be.

De Luca lifted an eyebrow at that and then brought his face back up to Dave’s.

“Who’s gym?” he asked.

What?

Oh.

“Spitfire,” Dave said. “We’re, uh, just about there, on the—”

“I know where you’re about,” De Luca said.

Dave didn’t know what to say. De Luca held his eye.

Oh, god.

This wasn’t going well.

“How old are you, son?” De Luca asked.

FFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffuck.

“38,” Dave said.

“And your baby girl?” De Luca asked, gesturing with his chin down at Charlie.

“I’m 12,” Charlie told him brightly.

“Hm,” De Luca said.

He shifted his weight back and wrapped a few fingers around his chin, surveying Dave’s whole body like he was the statue of David with a knee injury.

Dave became intimately aware of his nipples again.

“Not bad,” De Luca said.

Oh, thank god.

“Thank you, sir,” Dave said. “Is there, uh, somethin’ I could help you with?”

“You got an accent,” De Luca noted.

Uh?

“A good accent,” De Luca said. “Whereabouts did you grow up?”

Oh.

Well.

Dave could actually just point to it from here. The condo was still standing, despite all building codes and actual alien invasions. At this point, the only thing that was gonna take it down were the rampant, rapidly mutating, borderline feral gangs of chickens that roamed its halls.

Not that anyone spoke about them.

No, that was inviting trouble to your doorstep.

“The chicken coop?” De Luca said.

The one and only.

“Bless you, you poor fuck.”

Yeah, that tended to be the usual reaction.

De Luca laughed.

“You’re a funny guy, uh,” he squinted at Dave’s nametag, “Ansel?”

How could a word sound so wrong in someone’s mouth?

Where had Dave’s life gone wrong that his own name sounded so foreign and distant to his ears?

“Actually,” he said, swallowing, “My uh, my friends call me ‘Dave.’”

De Luca’s head snapped right up and slowly, a grin spread across his face.

“Oh, now, that’s a good name for ya,” he said. “You look like a Davy.”

Hng.

Diamond De Luca thought he looked like a ‘Davy.’

Welp.

Time to get that birth certificate changed.

“Listen, Davy,” De Luca said casually, “Your baby girl there was tellin’ me that your boss has you out here like dancin’ monkey; is that true?”

Fffffffffff.

Technically yes?

“It’s even his day off,” Charlie whispered.

Dave wrapped a hand over her face.

“It’s fine,” he said. “It happens. Folks’ve been sick lately. I don’t normally do this kinda thing.”

De Luca’s face said that that was real cute. Real, real cute, honey.

“Well,” he said, “Let’s just say it like this. Where you work don’t gotta be where you train.”

Oh.

Was he offering--?

“If you decide to drop by, tell the guy at the desk Rudy sent you,” De Luca said. “Your kid’s real sweet, Davy. She can come too, lord knows the damn place is a daycare at this point.”

“Thank? You?” Dave stuttered.

“Don’t mention it,” De Luca said.

He left. Dave watched him waltz down the block and wave at the gals collected on the stoop at the end of it and felt a little lightheaded.

“Dad?”

Not right now, champ.

“Dad? Is he famous or somethin’?”

HHHHHHHHHHNG.

Back when Dave had been 14 and scraping the tips of his fingers into callouses on the old guitar he’d found tossed into a dumpster in the Upper West Side, he’d had to compete with the sound of the couple fighting in the apartment next door and with the radio the old man downstairs always had playing on his fire-escape window.

The old man downstairs was a real hard-ass. Always slammed a broom into the ceiling, scaring the shit out of Mom and Dad and sister and auntie. Dave had never seen him not smoking, nor had he ever seen him without suspenders.

The man was a retired plumber, apparently. And while Jim Beam was his main vice, his passion was boxing.

To the tune of chords picked out of an out-of-tune guitar, Dave had listened to tinny commentators oohing and awing over match after match, until finally, when sleep wouldn’t come one night, Dave had snuck out of the room he’d shared with Flora. He’d settled down on the living room couch, next to his old man splayed out in the recliner.

Dad had lifted his eyes slowly his way and told him that he should have been in bed.

Dave had told him that he couldn’t sleep because the couple next door was makin’ up from their daily afternoon argument and Dad had just sighed.

He’d let Dave stay up with him and the TV in the living room had fuzzed and rattled away, making sounds really familiar to Dave at that point.

Boxing was a sport that he had, up until that night, left to his father. But for the lack of anything else to talk about that wouldn’t make his dad look at him with disappointment in his eyes for all that damn music-playin’ and eyeliner, he’d asked who the guy on the screen was.

And that was how he’d learned about Diamond De Luca.

About Kenny Varga. Bert ‘The Albatross’ Kleinfeld.

But there was one guy who Dad had mentioned was his favorite rookie and, now it felt both kind of silly and surreal that the name had been spoken so casually in Dave’s home growing up.

Dad had been puttin’ money on Battlin’ Jack Murdock back when Dave had been a little kid.

He told Dave, disappointedly, after a few weeks of Dave getting up at 12:30 to come out and watch boxing with him that he’d really thought that Murdock was gonna be the next big thing.

Guy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, Dad had said, shaking his head. But wolves that got too wily got put down and Battlin’ Jack had been found in an alley, bled out in the arms of his reason for fighting.

Dad said it was a fuckin’ shame that Murdock had gone out with a slug in his head.

A fuckin’ shame, he said.

Dave didn’t remember him every saying that Murdock’s reason for fighting was a blind ten-year-old, but the thought was now merged with that memory.

That, in itself, was merged with the memory of Dave’s phone ringing one night was Addie’s name on the Caller ID. Her voice was shaking when she told Dave that the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had just called her from an unknown number.

He had their baby.

He’d snatched her and Jesse out of the arms of two men looking for girls to be used in businesses Dave didn’t want to think about.

He’d saved them.

The devil had heard their screams when no one else had and he’d come flying out of the dark.

He’d held the girls in the light of a bodega and he’d coached Charlie through typing Addie’s number into his phone and then he’d taken it from there.

Addie was too scared to go meet the devil on her own. Mason hadn’t been around yet and so Dave had thrown on his shoes and had meet her on 46th.

The devil was on 48th, swinging his boots with both girls in his lap.

They were all singing. The devil had pretended like he didn’t know the words to Britney Spears’s ‘Toxic.’

Matt Murdock was under that mask.

Knowing that this whole time, he’d been the one dragging a stick against the fences and bricks of Hell’s Kitchen was almost impossible to digest.

And Dave had worked with him now.

He’d seen that smirk and that notorious jaw unwrapped from its red armor and that didn’t make reconciling the murdered boxer’s son with the man who’d saved his daughter any easier.

Charlie hadn’t remembered him.

She thought that Matt Murdock was a weird fuckin’ dude, and granted, he was a weird fuckin’ dude, but Dave had to say: he was grateful.

Matt Murdock not only brought home his baby, but he’d given Dave purpose in a life that had become consumed by the daily grind.

Matt Murdock had smiled in his direction, never quite into his eyes, and he’d passed along the baton with next to no fight.

Dave wasn’t him.

Dave would never be him.

Matt Murdock wasn’t just some poor murdered boxer’s blind son. He was the product of some serious poverty. Some serious violence. A whole fuckin’ cult induction, if he was to be believed. And Dave wasn’t so sure if he was always to be believed.

But he still appreciated Matt Murdock for what he’d done and what he’d made for this part of the city.

He’d made Daredevil.

And he shared that with Dave.

Dave’s own dad’s approval hadn’t felt like the honor that had come with Matt Murdock’s covered eyes and curled lip slowly relaxing as he’d lifted his face up from Dave’s knees.

He hadn’t been inspecting.

He’d been listening. Dipping his fingers into the blood in Dave’s heart and deciding if he was worth his salt.

Matt Murdock, son of Battlin’ Jack Murdock, was a product of Fogwell’s Gym in the Kitchen.

Diamond De Luca, retired heavyweight, was a product of Fogwell’s Gym.

The stars had aligned. And Dave had stood in their path.

And he wasn’t wasting the chance that they offered him.

Charlie was stoked to be allowed to come to the gym with him. She usually went to Jesse’s house, where Rubes would look after both girls for a few hours.

But De Luca had said that it was okay for her to come along, and so he figured, why not?

Fogwell’s was an institution in the Kitchen. All kids deserved to know their own history.

“I’m gonna fight Fogwell himself,” Charlie announced halfway down the block.

“You will not,” Dave told her. “Because I’m not tryin’ to get thrown out before we even get started here, alright?”

Charlie whined.

He ignored it.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been to the gym. Matt Murdock slipped in and out of it when he was in the city and he’d taken the whole team there once or twice. But it was different to be there in the presence of the daytime crew.

Dave felt very small in their presence.

The whole place was full of people pounding bags and swearing and shouting at kids who were tumbling all over the rows of benches set off to the side of the bags.

It was not what Dave had been expecting.

He told the guy at the front that ‘Rudy’ had recommended that he stop by and got a nod and a wave.

“He’s probably upstairs,” the receptionist said. “Go pick a bag, I’ll give him a buzz.”

Charlie refused to join the kids on the benches because apparently that was ‘only for babies, Dad.’ She wanted to hold the bag.

She was not, in one thousand years, holding the bag.

Dave wrapped her hands and let her go at it first to ‘soften it up’ for him.

De Luca caught him adjusting the demon-child’s thumbs before they ended up at the hospital again and laughed.

“Davy-boy, you made it,” he said.

Dave snapped up straight to attention.

“I did,” he said.

De Luca laughed again.

“Relax, kid,” he said. “Damn, you’re tight wound. Don’t worry, we won’t tell no one you’re sleepin’ with the enemy.”

Ahahahaha.

Please don’t.

These people were jacked. Dave was but a kickboxing instructor.

“Here, bub, lemme see what your pops has got,” De Luca said, shooing Charlie out of the way.

And this was the moment of truth.

De Luca seemed surprised when Dave finally laid off the bag. And Dave couldn’t read his expression for a million bucks.

“Uh?” he tried. “Not good?”

De Luca blinked himself back to earth.

“Oh, no,” he said. “It’s just uh, you fight a little like someone I know.”

Please don’t say a mobster.

“Kid used to live around here; name’s Matt Murdock,” De Luca said. “You know him?”

Did—

Did he know him?

QUICK. Answer the question.

You’re takin’ too long.

He’s gonna—

“S’alright if you don’t,” De Luca said. “I was just sayin’. Kid was like one of my own.”

He—

What?

“Yeah, boy fought like the devil like his daddy before ‘im,” De Luca said. “He’s the only one Fogwell lets call him ‘Grandpa.’ He’s about your age, actually. God, I’m old.”

AHAHAHAHAHA.

Please change the subject.

“You’re not that old,” Dave said. “I think I might have heard the name.”

Charlie looked up at him, baffled at the hedging.

He pleaded with her with his eyes not to say a damn word.

“Yeah, he’s somethin’, left here for San Francisco. Didn’t even say good-bye, the little shit,” De Luca sniffed. “Came back last year all ‘I’m gettin’ married’ and I swear to god, he’s picked up some kid. Just between you and me, pal, the old guard here have been talkin’, and we think that someone missed out on the sex ed talk, if you know what I’m sayin’.”

Oh.

Poor Sam.

He wasn’t even there to scream from the mountaintops that Red was a last resort for him at best.

“I’m just sayin’,” De Luca said with a shrug that spoke far more of supreme irritation than nonchalance, “He coulda just told us. I’m just sayin’.”

Any more ‘just sayin’s’ and Diamond De Luca was gonna go find a wall to bury them in.

“Did you, uh, have any feedback?” Dave blurted out as the guy started mumbling.

“Hm?”

“Feedback,” Dave repeated, waving a gloved hand at the bag.

“Oh. Yeah, loads, kid. You got all the muscles and not a damn lick of memory, here, lemme show you.”

Crisis averted.

Thank god.

D2: hey uh, DD?

SM: DAVE

S2: DAVEEEE

S3: DAVE

SM: what’s up man?

D2: nothing I was just trying to get ahold of DD?

BT: He’s trying to get Kirsten to give up her dreams of an indoor office pond rn. Can I help?

SM: I want an indoor office pond

S3: omg same

D2: uh yeah actually could you just tell him I met a guy named De Luca the other day and he might want to give him a call?

BT: de Luca?

D2: yeah

BT: okay sure thing

D2: thanks

BT: I’ll go see if I can get a word in edgewise.

SM: good fucking luck

S2: I hate fish

S3: leave this place and never return

S2: I HATE FISH

DD: WHAT

SM: oh shit that was quick

D2: oh. I was just saying that I met Diamond De Luca the other day?

SM: ?? Who’s that?

DD: oh no

S2: ??????????????

DP (´｡✪ω✪｡´): who the fuck is that?

DD: are you still with him?

D2: no?

D2: he caught me out fliering and invited me to Fogwell’s

D2: and when I got there he mentioned my stance was like yours and he uh

D2: got a little distracted

DD: what kind of distracted?

D2: He thinks Sam’s your bastard kid

BT: GODDAMNIT

DD: FOR FUCKS SAKE

BT: First Mrs. Jones, now this guy?? TEACH.

DD: These people have zero faith in me I swear to god.

DD: like come ON man. I did sex ed in the same class as Angie he knows I’m too catholic for that shit

DP (´｡✪ω✪｡´): I looked this man up and he looks like an Italian nate with less hair

SM: wh

DP (´｡✪ω✪｡´): okay you’re right he looks nothing like nate

SM: that

SM: that’s not even slightly helpful, wade, thanks not at all. Hey who’s angie?

DD: long story. Rudy’s daughter

S2: RED YOU FUCKED A BOXERS DAUGHTER?? That’s a million dollar baby man

DD: I

DD: what?

DD: no? Why would I fuck angie she’s like my sister?

S2: oh nvm

SM: 😬😬😬

S3: I am confused ❤

D2: you should probably call him, friend

DD: on it. thanks for the notice

DD: hey what’s your fuckin name again?

S2: f

S3: f

SM: f

D2: It’s Ansel

DD: Adams?

D2: not the photographer. Ansel West.

SM: WEST

S2: OMG

S3: guys don’t

SM: I BET YOURE A SUNSET DAVE

S2: YOU EVER FEEL CALLED TO THE PRAIRIE DAVE???

SM: YOU’RE A&W, DAVE!!

S2: ROOT BEER ROOT BEER

D2: ah yes. Middle school. I remember this feeling.

Dave laid his phone on his chest and stared back up at the ceiling.

It was never dull, this new life he’d settled into.

He said a prayer for Murdock and rolled onto his side.

It was still his goddamn couch.

#fic #inimitable verse #ficlet #team red

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timextoxhajima · 4 years

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Part 1: Unmask

Part 2: Fly Away With Me

Part 3: ~ (Final)

Member: chwei mountain sAN

Genre: *TW* suicide/selfharm, smut cause i feel so fucking empty from finishing that juyeon fic help i have withdrawal symptoms from my own work hng

A/N: *IMPORTANT* I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH PLEASE READ

this piece is EXTREMELY explicit and detailed, and there is an idea of intimacy being used as a way to escape personal pain in a very dark/difficult sense so PLEASE do not read if you suffer from anxiety/panic attacks that are easily triggered or if you’re not in a very good place in life right now. :( i suffer from those myself and i had to make sure i was in the right condition to write this. if i was in a bad time myself and i read this, it might set off an attack.

PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MENTALLY STABLE

“where in the world is choi san?”

you hear someone call the name and your eyes shoot wide open, the sunlight washing into the room momentarily blinding you. you groan and turn your head away from the source of light, feeling your hair get stuck in your hoodie from the static. you look over your bed and let the sight of the boy who saved you sleep on the other side, facing away from you.

sighing and starting to pick at the tangles in your hair, you get out of bed and walk into the bathroom, completely forgetting that whatever you just heard was real.

“choi san!”

the toothbrush was just stuck into your mouth when you hear someone yell right outside your door -- or san’s --, and you hear a loud thump outside, assuming san had rolled off the bed upon the wake up call.

“coming!” he yells and bolts for your door. you rub your eyes and walk out of the bathroom, brushing your teeth while san sticks his head into the hallway.

there was a man who looked like he was in his 30s standing not at your door, but san’s. the look of confusion on his face becomes the most striking thing about him and his mouth was already opened to say something, but one younger male appears from a corner that was out of your view and screams at san.

“choi san!” the boy had black hair that was split in the middle of his head, and he throws his arms around san, the impact shoving him backwards into the room.

“you’re back so fast?” san asks with wide eyes, his lips being pulled up into a curl as his arm looks for a second boy who has blonde hair and eyes that a human shouldn’t have.

“of course, we missed you,” the blonde boy says with such a lack of emotion, you couldn’t help but laugh at his nonchalance. the older male folds his arms across his chest and looks past san, his attention now focussed on you.

both boys were also now one step into the room, and they simultaneously watch you halt your movements, the toothpaste foam sliding down the sides of your mouth.

“uh--” the older male blinks at you. “san, can i speak wit--”

“oh!” the black haired boy literally shoves san off him and walks towards you with one hand stretched out. he was wearing a comfortable button down shirt and pants, though he looked kind of jet-lagged, the smile on his face was pretty welcoming. “i’m wooyoung! you must be san’s friend! or girlfr--”

“don’t listen to him--” the blonde boy grabs wooyoung’s shoulder and pulls him back. “what is san doing in your room and did he do anything to you?”

san blinks in disturbed surprise, yanking on yeosang’s shirt and pulling him into a headlock. “yah, yeosang--”

“can i speak with all three of you?”

the older male raised his voice, arms still crossed on his chest and his brow was now raised in agitation.

wooyoung nearly pouts as he turns away from you, and san gestures to you to wait while the three of them disappear into the hallway. the heavy door swings shut and you return to brushing your teeth, utilising everything the hotel bathroom had to offer you.

you were already prepared to be kicked out of the room or the hotel altogether after they found out why you were here. no job, suicidal, tired. there was no reason for them to keep you here.

so what if san’s adoptive father was sheltering youths who needed it? they must all have their plus points for him to take them in in the first place, not to mention all of them were boys.

you strip without thinking twice, the thought of soaking yourself into the bathtub was too tempting to resist.

your back hits the cool, but warming surface of the tub inside, the warm water engulfing you like the sun if you were on the beach. your heart starts to pound at the memory of the last time you were in a bathtub.

you rest both arms on the edges and lean back, even the scent of the bathroom was forcing you down a trip to relive one of the many painful memories you somehow managed to make it out alive.

you closed your eyes and let the marks on your wrists breathe the expensive air of the space, some of the lines still stinging upon contact with the water.

but it doesn’t really bother you anymore, you were used to it.

your cool fingertips could still feel the sharp, metallic edges of the razor that you pulled out from shaver. you remember the sensation of dragging it across your skin, the pain eating you inside out but you only did it because it didn’t hurt as much as the words your mother shoved down your throat.

it never did hurt as much.

a dark, heavy energy flows through you at the flashes of images that were popping up in your head like advertisements on a website. the way the red fluid you needed to stay alive swirled in the water around you was so intriguing to watch, the pain disappeared.

you could hear your heart start to beat in your head, and your throat starts to feel like it was being strangled, yet you were sure that your face hadn’t twitched one bit.

you remember being angry when you failed. the hotel staff had come for room servicing, and you were nowhere near the end of your line with the water only looking like you were on your period.

it was pathetic to recall why you were still alive.

because you didn’t have the guts to finish it off in the bathroom.

because the hotel staff were here and you panicked.

the stinging on your forearms don’t stop, but they start to numb. all the knots in your body remains, as they have for as long as you can remember. the heat from the water starts to fog up every glass surface in the bathroom, and you hear the door of your room click open.

“are you in the bathroom?” san asks through the door.

“uh-huh,” you respond. a short pause. “just come in.”

you hear the door of the bathroom click open and close behind him, and judging by the muffled sound of his voice, you could guess he wasn’t facing the tub while he was talking.

“that was mr kim yonghwan, and the other two were wooyoung and yeosang. both of them are my adoptive brothers.”

silence.

he must’ve been waiting for you to reply with some kind of acknowledgement but you couldn’t care less. the weight of your memories were still swimming around inside you, so whatever san was saying, it could wait.

“i told them how you ended up here... and mr kim said you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, but he’d like to speak with you about future options once you’re ready to.”

huh, that’s new. he’s not kicking me out?

“i’ll thank him later and i’ll leave.”

you hear him shift around in whatever corner he was hiding in. you could feel him looking at you, not because you were naked in the bathtub, but because he knew what was running through your head. if he’s looking at you now, then he must be staring at the marks that have relieved you of some pain sometime in the past.

you finally open your eyes and turn your head to look at him. san’s eyes were hooded, and he had a look on his face that you’ve never seen on anybody before. it was a mixture of pain, sympathy, anger.

“haven’t seen them before?” your lips part and the words come out strained. you lift both arms and look at the lines yourself, as if you hadn’t already memorised the maps on your skin.

san walks over to you, not bothering that you were naked, he leans toward you and grab your hands, while scanning the area.

he was looking for anything sharp you might’ve been thinking of using.

“don’t worry, i don’t like doing it in front of other people.”

he pulls away once he was done checking, and your words push him into giving you a mild frown.

“i know,” his voice was low and quiet, the only other sound you were hearing was the sound of the water in the tub. “that’s why i have to make sure you have nothing with you.”

you turn to look at him again, slightly surprised that he hasn’t reacted to you being naked in the tub. you begin to have some respect for him, that he doesn’t care about anything else besides making sure you weren’t trying to take your own life. most guys would be panicking or going off on a rant about you being inappropriate.

if he was able to see nothing but your safety, then he must know how desensitised you were. how immune you were to showing your skin off to someone you barely know.

san leaves the bathroom, taking the razors from the sink area and bringing it out with him. you suck in a deep breath, the cool air of the bathroom causing your nose to turn slightly sour.

you walk out with a robe over your lingerie, throwing your pants and hoodie into a corner of the room you don’t think much about. san was sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the television and the razors nowhere in sight. you turn to search for the bin in the room, only to find it empty.

maybe it was the comfort that those razors brought you, that they could end your pain in a flash that made you feel the disappointment. but before disappointment could take over you by whispering into your ear with sweet nothings, san appears right in front of you and blocks your view of the bin.

“you’re not going to find it anywhere, i promise you.”

your stone-cold eyes meet his, something in them begging you to stop and think about life on its own. that there was no reason for you to end it like that. that there was no reason for you to leave, now that you’ve already run away from the source of your pain.

“i don’t even know what i’m looking for anymore.”

san hears the ache and hurt in your voice, and your words come out in strained, tight sounds that felt like little cuts that paper leaves on your hands when you weren’t careful.

“i should feel relieved that i’m away from her... but i’m not.”

your breathing was heavier now, but your eyes refuse to well up with tears. not after you’ve exhausted them.

“i just want it to stop for awhile. the pain. even if it’s not real. even if it’s pretend.”

your brows furrow on your forehead, and your eyes travel to your feet. one year ago, you’d be bawling by now.

hell, you wouldn’t even have been able to say it to someone, much less a stranger.

it hit you how much a year could do to a person.

how much it did to you.

“even if it’s pretend?” san’s hands find yours and he pushes the robe sleeves up, exposing your still-healing marks. you watch as he grazes his fingers over them and nod.

“i already know what you might be thinking...” san cups your cheeks and pulls your face up to his. “but can i do anything to help you hurt a little less?”

you didn’t expect him to react like this, but you weren’t surprised. thoughts that someone should never have to think filled your head. you worry not for yourself, but for san, that he was presenting himself as an outlet for you to vent and release your feelings on.

he was giving you the option of using him.

“i’m only asking because i know you don’t feel much anymore... so if there’s anything you need me to do for you, please let me try.”

you know he wasn’t directly asking because he didn’t want you to think that all he wanted to do was get in your pants, but all it did was intensify your respect and admiration for him.

“san, i...” you shake your head, already leaning back and trying to take a step away from him. “i can’t... use you.”

he reaches out and holds your hand, eyes begging you to let him help make you a little happier.

“i know how it feels,” he tugs you towards him, his grip gentle and kind. “i know.”

you gulp as he tilts his head and leans into your nose, his palm cupping your jaw and holding your face in place.

“please let me help you hurt a little less.”

he doesn’t give you time to respond, before you find yourself in the midst of the most careful kiss. san peels himself away and brushes the hair out of your face, looking for any hint of discomfort in your face.

but the physical contact was warm, and even if it was fake and that he was just someone to you, you were grateful that he was willing to be your walking stick.

he lets you circle your arms around his waist as his lips find yours again, and the kisses gradually get harsher and needier. not for love, not from lust, but from the need to feel physically relevant.

your existence has just been floating about mindlessly, struggling to anchor itself to something or someone that offers even the smallest unit of encouragement, and it failed.

now that san was letting you touch him and feed off his warmth, you could feel parts of yourself start to seep back into existence. it felt nothing less than blissful to feel real again.

san starts taking small steps toward you and it cues you to shift backwards, and it wasn’t long before you feel the back of your knees hit the bed. you fall backwards, wet hair spreading all around your head and san climbs on top of you.

the rough, but eerily gentle kisses continue without any sign of stopping and you feel his fingers on the marks on your arms. it felt strange to have someone touching the evidence of your pain and heartache like this; most people would’ve seen them and condemned you for hating life.

your arms wrap around his neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, and his arms continue to caress your scars. he takes the time to feel every inch of scab and scar, and the sensation drives a chill throughout your body.

the kisses become light as he leans back, and agony washes through you when he presses his face into your arms where you left all your sorrows. he leaves light kisses on your marked skin, his free hand finding the knot of your robe and tugs on it.

“san--” you call out, throat a little dry from the intimacy and the cool air of the room. he stops and looks up at your through his fringe, lips nearly touching the skin of your stomach.

“don’t do it if you don’t want to... please.”

the weight in your voice was heavy, and you couldn’t swallow the fact that he was willing to let you use him like this.

“i’ll do it because i want you to hurt a little less. it won’t do much, which kind of sucks, but if it helps just a little,” he whispers as he reaches under you and undoes your bra. “then at least i tried.”

a mixture of anguish and comfort starts devouring you from inside. he pulls off the robe and your bra and attaches his lips to the tender flesh of your chest, and the intimacy starts yanking your soul back down to earth where it should be happy and carefree.

his hands find your underwear and start to pull them down. you were battling with the alien thrill of being pulled back into your own physical body, and your mind slowly starts to block out the pain that you’ve called life.

he gets rid of his shirt and you see marks on his chest that looked like scars from knife cuts. the sight of it destroys your human spirit, but your exhausted ghost looks at it with kind wonder, and it reminds you that everybody has their own pain.

he kneels at the bottom of the bed, lips tracing your inner thighs to your core. he lifts one of your legs and lays it over his shoulder, his tongue finding your nub and the contact starts to awaken the bits of humane essence that was slowly returning to your body.

your chin tilts towards the ceiling and your fingers dig into the material under you as you feel him start to suck and bite on the sensitive skin. he pushes a finger into you, his tongue never leaving your hot spot.

the thrill exposes itself in the form of soft whines and groans from your lungs, reminding you that you were every bit real as he was.

he empties you by removing his finger and steps out of his pants. he doesn’t really give you a chance to see him, because it wasn’t the point.

all you wanted to do was to feel human again. to feel like you existed.

he lays over you, hands returning to where you prayed misery could leave your body and you feel him at your entrance.

your lips part and an airy gasp gets sucked into your chest when you feel him push himself into you, and you were both familiar and not with the pain that spread in between your legs.

“tell me if it hurts.”

you nod and he stands up, pulling your calves over his shoulders. the thrusts pick up and you start to feel things you never thought you’d feel again.

“san--” you choke, your palms pressed flat against the bed next to your hips. “do me a favour--”

he pauses and re-angles himself, looking up at you through his now sweaty fringe.

“fuck all the pain away.”

he takes a second to process your words, and he pulls himself out completely before ramming back into you. the new angle forces you to feel him in a spot inside you that was deeper from before.

the sounds that were coming out of your mouth were so new, it was difficult to believe that they were coming from you.

his pace picks up and with every harsh thrust, you feel him in a new spot that wasn’t there before; with every slam into you, it was like he was tearing away all your heartbreak from your physical body.

the whole bed was shifting from the amount of energy he was investing into helping feel a little less shitty, and it was working.

a knot starts to wrap around your gut in your core, and your legs could feel the sweat on his chest that was slowly becoming difficult to ignore.

“i’m gonna-- oh, fuck--” san quickly wraps your legs around his waist and drops himself on top of you, his arms holding his weight up and he shoves his lips between yours.

your entire being goes into spasm and chills run up and down your spine like a highway. nothing but white flashes entire your vision, your body still shifting with the softer thrusts now that he was helping you ride out your high.

his breathing hitches in his throat and he pulls out just after you finish your climax, and his load drizzles your thighs and stomach.

you let your pants and heavy breathing fill the room, and the smell of sex intoxicates your nose. your eyes were hooded now, watching him finish the last of his high. his chest was raising, skin covered in little beads of sweat, hair stuck to his forehead.

he looks at you briefly, walking away into the bathroom while you huff and catch your breath.

you hear the tap of the tub turn on and a metal ‘clinks’ somewhere.

san returns with with a towel and wipes himself off you, making sure that you were alright just by scanning you.

neither of you say a word the next few minutes, as you find yourself sitting between his legs in the bathtub, back against him as he scoops water and rains it all over your skin.

“san?” the call was so soft, the water returning to the rest of it around your chest could’ve easily blocked it out.

“mm?”

“thank you.”

he doesn’t stop rinsing your skin, neither does he reply.

he taps you lightly on the shoulder to tell you he was done, and he steps out of the tub first, water rushing off his legs while he reached for the robe hanging nearby. you wait in awkward silence in the tub as he grabs the second robe and holds it out to you.

you reach out for it, noticing a soft, almost unnoticeable glimmer in his eyes under his wet strands of hair. his voice sounded like pillows and warmth, and for once in a really, really, long time, you hear something that actually made you want smile.

“i’m not giving up on you. i hope you know that.”

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A/N: if you managed to read through it and finish it, thank you. it took me quite awhile to write this because i had to make sure i wasn’t going to relapse myself. i

f you read this with a healthy state of mind, then i hope you never have to go through this. nobody deserves this amount of ache and pain in their lives.

but if you don’t, and yet you still chose to read this, i hope you’re still breathing. while it may have been triggering, but i hope knowing that someone else knows how you feel comforts you. there is never a moment where you are alone, so even if you do feel like it, i hope you will always find that bit of strength to reach out to someone.

i’m always here for you to talk to. i might not be great at making you feel better, but always ALWAYS know that you’re not alone. i’m not religious, but i believe that a little bit of faith and strength goes a long way.

it’s okay to stop and cry, but there’s never a correct time to stay down. i know it’s easier said than done, and i know first-hand how much convincing this will take, but there is someone who loves you. they will miss you if you choose that one option.

yes, the world will still continue revolving around the sun, and people will gradually return to living their lives, but not without remembering the hole you left inside their hearts. you matter, and i hope you never forget that.

- love, dana.

#timetohajima #san smut #ateez san #san #choi san #ateez smut #tw suicide #tw self harm #ateez fanfic #san fanfic #san scenario #san imagine

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writtingfiction · 4 years

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Hey could get get some corrin x silas fluff where corrin after watching silas show of in training is just a big blushy mess abd is like kay really like this man now what then goes to her norhian sibling for advice

After many short stories, please enjoy this long one! I really enjoyed writing this one out. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

pairing: Silas x Corrin

words: 1.9k

It was a friendly sparring match, at least before it got competitive. Corrin was strong but so was her opponent, Silas. He did train the best he could and became a knight just to see her again. The thought alone is enough to make her heart race but with the sight in front of her, it did the trick.

Dressed in simple clothes, Silas is demonstrating a couple of move sets he was taught when becoming a knight. Corrin watches with careful eyes. The way his arm stretches, muscle flex as he swings the lance in a sharp methodical fashion. He moves with perfection and immense focus in his eyes. She can see the years of training show easily as he waves around the lance-like it’s a stick in his hands. He lands a finishing blow on the dummy, holding the pose for a good few seconds before he relaxes. Silas turns to Corrin with a bright smile, lance loose in his hand.

“So, what do you think?” Silas asked. It takes a moment for Corrin to respond when she realizes that she’d been staring.

“Oh! Your techniques are amazing and your skills are well needed in the army!!” Corrin speaks quickly, face flushing red. “Now, if you don’t mind I believe I have a meeting with Camilla and Elise!” Corrin turns quickly without giving Silas a chance to speak up.

“Oh, well…” Silas’s shoulders slump as he watches the princess flee. A small frown appears on his face as he turns to face the training dummy once more. One more routine then he’ll be done for the day.

—

Corrin is quick on her feet to reach her place, grab extra clothes and hurry to bathe herself. It would be a good distraction and help her calm down. Maybe try and piece things together. However, as she sits in the tub, her thoughts are crazy. It’s one thought followed by the other. How good looking Silas looks in his armour, how bright his smile is when he sees her. How dedicated he is. Silas became a knight just to see her again.

Corrin sighs heavily as she tries to settle her thoughts, but it’s no good as she thinks back to earlier. The confidence in his voice as he challenged her, the movements of trained perfection, the sheer muscle he had earned over the years. Corrin groans loudly, hands coming up to cover her face.

“It can’t be…” Corrin mutters underneath her breath.

Corrin stays in the bath long enough for the water to become cold before she exits. With some resignation, she dresses and prepares herself to see her sister Camilla. It’s not like she’s dreading the conversation with her dearest sister, but the fact that she has caught feelings.

The walk to find Camilla was not hard. Up by her room probably having afternoon tea with Elise or someone else. Perhaps her retainer, Selena. However, Camilla finds her first.

“Oh dear, there you are!” Camilla’s voice reaches Corrin’s ears before she can turn around the corner. The young princess spins on her heels to face her sister, a large smile on her face.

“Camilla! Hello.” Corrin greets her happily, arms opening wide for a hug. The two embrace tightly. Camilla pulls away but rests her hands on Corrin’s cheeks.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, we were supposed to have tea!” Camila said.

“Was I really in the bath for so long? I’m so sorry, Camilla. I was training with Silas and wanted to freshen up before meeting with you.” Corrin explains quickly. Camilla nods.

“Of course, now that we’ve found each other. Why don’t we have that tea?” Camilla said, leading Corrin to her room.

The walk wasn’t long before they reach Camilla’s chambers. The teapot and some teacups are already set and ready. Still warm as well. The two sisters take their seats and chat about everything they think they can. Although, Corrin is slow to mention her feelings for Silas. What if her heart is in the wrong place? She could possibly deal with rejection. She felt her heart sink at the thought.

“Corrin, are you alright?” Camilla said. Corrin realizes that she probably had a sombre look on her face.

“Yes, I’m quite alright. Just thinking.” Corrin replies but it does not instill confidence.

“I hope you’re not thinking about the upcoming battle strategy. I’m not sure how many times I would have to say that your plan will work just— oh. That’s not it.” Camilla’s pause has Corrin pause in her movements. She rarely does it, and when she does, she always says something that’s a little too accurate. “You’ve caught feelings, haven’t you?”

“Camilla!!” Corrin squeaks, face going as red as a tomato. Camilla laughs, as she goes ahead and pours more tea into Corrin’s cup. “It’s not—! It’s, ok well, you see…” Corrin fumbles over her words as she tries to somehow save face but with the catlike smirking growing ever wider on Camilla’s face she hangs in her head in defeat.

“There’s no shame in having romantic feelings,” Camilla said.

“Hmmm, I know, but we’re in the middle of a war. Now is not the time for romantic feelings, Camilla.” Corrin said in a firm tone. Camilla drops the catlike smirk, a concerned look overcomes her features.

“Even during the middle of a war, you should not be ashamed of how you feel. You care for this person do you not?” Camilla said. Corrin nods. “Take care of them, my dear sister but also take a chance. Let them know how you feel about them.” Corrin’s eyes hold a hope that Camilla hopes she continues to hold onto.

“I understand.” Corrin said but her heart doesn’t have the courage to spill now. She trusts Camilla and her advice is a godsend but does she have the courage to speak her words?

—-

Days had passed, the next battle was upon the army as they set forth. Corrin’s words were stuck in her throat every time she thought about confessing to the knight. It was amazing how she could find the courage to swing her sword against the enemy but not the courage to confess to him. Confessing seemed to be scarier than anything else she had experienced.

“AAGH!”

Her head whips around, hair whipping around showing Silas on the ground. The scene barely registers in her head, the arrow sticking in his shoulder, lance tossed off to the side, a large gash in his leg. She doesn’t think about what she does next, her body moves on its own. She leaves her spot, leaving Niles and Leo in surprise as she runs towards Silas.

“Corrin—! Where are—Hng!” Leo calls out to her but is interrupted by the enemy. He can’t chase after her, he hopes she knows what she’s doing.

However, nothing is going through her head as her bare feet hit the grass. The only thing she sees is Silas on the ground, reaching for his lance. She needed to get there quicker, he was on his own. The enemy could have heard him. Was it the archer that knocked him off his horse? The archer could be aiming again to kill him.

An arrow misses her head by an inch as she runs across the field. She doesn’t stop to think about how that could have hit her. Silas is the one in trouble. He needs help. She dodges past a blade meant for the enemy she assumes as she hears Jacob let out a shriek. Corrin pushes forward, ignoring the shouts meant for her. The moment, the moment she stops is when she gets to Silas.

She reaches him just in time as well, the legendary blade Yato in her hand as she slides to stop in front of Silas. She wields the sword with expertise against the axe wielder now in front of her, killing him. Corrin is caught off guard though when a lance wielder comes into play, disarming her. Her fight doesn’t end their though.

Her red eyes stare down the fighter, a rage boils through her. Her skin feels hot and her eyes glow brighter. Before the lance wielder knows it, he’s standing face to face with a dragon. Bellowing before him louder than before. With swift movements, the enemy is killed and Silas is safe for the moment. Corrin calls for a healer before she turns towards Silas. Appearing human instead of a dragon.

“Silas, are you alright?” Corrin’s voice is soft and calm, very different from how she was a moment ago. Silas can’t say anything, he’s stunned. He was sure that she was across the battlefield, beside Leo and Niles. “Silas?”

“Ah, I’m ok! Really! Thank you for protecting me.” Silas said, still trying to process everything. Corrin’s face remains concerned as she looks over him. The gash on his leg was pretty bad, never mind the arrow in his shoulder.

“Of course, but you’re still hurt,” Corrin looks from him to the rest of the battlefield. She sees Elise heading in their direction. “Elise is on her way, she’ll patch you up.” Silas can’t help but let out an exhausted laugh.

“Would you run across the battlefield just for anyone?” Silas said a wry smile on his face. Corrin stays quiet for a moment, watching Elise get closer.

“No,” Corrin turns to Silas. “I wouldn’t. You’re special, to me. I’d be devastated if anything happened to you.” Her eyes connected with his, her heart decided now, now he would hear her. She didn’t know when it will be the last time to see him, smile bright and laughing even louder by her side.

“Corrin, are you—“

“I care for you, I care for you deeply. I was so scared when I heard you cry out. I was scared that I wouldn’t get to you in time. But I made it, and I have to tell you about how I feel. You make every day brighter and every time you laugh, I can’t help but smile wider. You’re so kind and gentle. By the Gods, you became a knight just to see me again!” Corrin spilled her words, Silas hanging to every word like it was his lifeline. “I’m not surprised that I fell for a kind knight like you.” When her words stopped, there was a sparkle in his eyes.

“Corrin, my friend and from what it seems an admirer. I care for you, more than a friend should. I thought you would never feel the same but it seems I was wrong.” Silas said and it takes a moment for Corrin to catch up.

“Wait, Silas, that means—” Corrin said and Silas can only smile.

“I’m here!” Elise lets out a shout as she arrives. Staff in hand, magic already reaching out. “I’ll get you patched up in no time.” A quick wink and the gash on his leg was sealed but needed to be wrapped either way. The arrow was removed and the wound was healed with magic, with nary a scar. Corrin uses her cape for a makeshift bandage on his leg.

Corrin and Silas don’t get a chance to be completely alone until the battle is over and they’re both in the healing tent. Silas resting on the cot as Corrin sits at the edge. They speak about their feelings, agreeing to at least trying and see where it goes. When news does spread about their union, Camilla swears she hasn’t seen Corrin this giddy since she was a child.

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can i get uhhh aizawa x student reader with a corruption kink please 🥺

Sure!!

Trigger warning: Student x Teacher-CNC-Dacryphilia-Dumbification-Daddy kink-Some size kink-Corruption kink

Pair: Reader x Aizawa

(Y/N) looked up to her teacher as he instructed the class of their next assignment. His hands moved effortlessly through the air as he demonstrated the actions in which they would perform the task. (Y/N) bit into the gummy texture of her eraser, her hand holding the pencil steady. She eyed him like candy, and she was dying for a taste. He turned his eyes to meet hers and she instantly turned away, her face reddened in embarrassment. To be honest, she didn’t know what she felt for her teacher. He was her authority, someone she was supposed to listen to and follow; and she liked that.

Aizawa knew that (Y/N) had been eyeing him for a while now, and he also knew that as her teacher, he needed to abstain from any informal relationships; and yet, the way her eyes looked like there was no brain inside that head of hers, and the way she always almost looked innocent. He kept his composure, however hard it was—and however hard he knew he was about to be. “Alright, remember that next week we are going to be working on keeping our composure even during stressful moments.” He dismissed the class, but not before he placed a hand in front of (Y/N) as she was about to leave. She turned her head to him, confused about what he needed her for.

“What is it, Sensei? Did I do something wrong?” She asked, her voice was soft. She sounded..well she sounded absolutely stupid every time she spoke. He tilted his head, his hand moved up her body and under her chin, before he tilted her head back a little. Her (E/C) eyes met his, as he stared down at her intimidating like. She wanted to melt into the ground, her legs were wobbly and she felt this uneasy feeling pool in the middle of her stomach. (Y/N) hadn’t noticed her face heat up, and a deep blush had taken its coarse over her features.

“(Y/N), what do you think you are doing when you stare at me that way?”

“What way, sensei?”

“That way.” His voice deepened, his fingers pushed into the skin of her chin, before he gripped her jaw and pulled her forward. She squeaked, her body being slammed into his. He took this time to take his hands and rake them over her willing, innocent body. She stood there, her mouth agape as she tried to find the words to stop him—but deep inside, she didn’t want him to. She wanted this, but she would never admit these filthy desires.

He lifted her small body and placed her upon his desk, his other hand moving between her thighs. “Sensei—what are you doing—“ she began, but he silenced her with a deep and harsh kiss. (Y/N) didn’t stop him, instead she leaned into it and kissed him back. He growled against her lips, he was hungry to taste her—all of her. She pulled back, her face red and lips somewhat plumped from the kiss. “No—I don’t want to do this, sensei. It’s wrong..” She told him, her eyes wide with the realization she had lost her first kiss to her teacher.

He smirked a little and leaned in, his lips placed light kisses against her exposed neck. “(Y/N), don’t you want this? To feel a real man inside of you? To moan for him? To please him? That’s all you’re good for, right? Right, kitten? To make your daddy feel good?” He whispered into her ear, her thighs clenched together as he spoke. Those filthy, vile, wicked words worked their way into her mind. Heat gathered in between her legs, any thoughts in her head were long gone—though not many were there in the first place.

He lifted his face as she nodded, her eyes still held that tint of innocence within them. He loved that, and the chance he now had to crush her innocence. He watched her scared—but excited—face as he pushed her down onto the desk. She was nervous, she didn’t know what he was planning to do to her. He was quick to unbutton her uniform, the clothing was on the ground in no time. He placed light kisses upon her neck, his rough hands slid up her side.

She wanted this so bad, she knew she did. The heat that pooled between her legs were a sign, an obvious one to be honest. His knee shoved her legs apart, before he began to grind it against her heat. She leaned her head back, a lewd moan escaped her delicate lips. The sinful sound was sent down to his cock, which had started getting hard. He suckled on her skin before he moved down. He took her nipple into his mouth and his teeth grazed the tender skin.

“Ah- hng!~ S-Sensei—“

“Daddy.” He growled, before he llifted his head to glare down at her. She squirmed under his sight, his eyes burned deep into hers. She whimpered and he moved his head back down, dark bruises left in his wake. He reached the band of her underwear, white like her bra was. He hooked his fingers underneath the sides and pulled them down, before he discarded them on the ground. His gaze went up to her face, before he looked back down to her pussy. He smirked a little, she was absolutely drenched already.

“Look at you, all needy for me. Do you need daddy to fuck you, hun? You’re such a dirty whore, getting off to your teacher. Imagine how your friends would react? Seeing you here on display for me? How fucking wet you are for me?” He said in a condescending tone, he earned a whine from her. He kissed the inside of her thigh, taking a deep breath. “Fuck, you look absolutely delicious, kitten. You’re so wet already, like you’re being touched for the first time.” He groaned against her skin, his own need pressed against his pants, had begun to hurt a little.

She couldn’t look down to him, she felt dirty. This was wrong, she shouldn’t be acting like this. Everyone would think she was a slut, all her friends would leave her. This was so so wrong but it felt so right. Aizawa leaned forward and kissed her pussy gently, before he dived in and began to devour her. He started slow, but his primal urges stopped him from being gentle, as he sucked and abused her clit. Her moans were filthy, sinful even. She couldn’t hold back a singular sound, anyone could hear her.

“Mm fuck, you taste so good on daddy’s tongue, kitten. Stay still, baby. Let daddy do what he wants with your pretty little pussy.” He mumbled against her heat, as she tried to stay still like he instructed. She whimpered and tried not to moan, she didn’t want to get caught like this. Aizawa, annoyed with her sudden silence, forced two fingers into her tight hole.

She gasped and arched her back, her head leaned back into the hard wooden surface. “Ah! Daddy, please!” She pleaded, her eyes closed tightly. “Fuck, moan louder for me, kitten.” He pumped his fingers in and out, still sucking and licking her clit. She tried to contain herself, but she failed miserably. (Y/N) felt this knot form in the pit of her stomach, her mind going completely blank as she only thought of her release.

He kept going until he felt her come close, to which he pulled away. She whined out, her release denied by him. She looked at him, her eyes clouded, the innocence faded to lust. (Y/N) watched as her teacher began to unbuttin his own shirt, then pants, and finally, his boxers. Her eyes looked down, his cock standing proudly right in front of her. He was big—too big for her. She met his eyes, worry ran over her features. “Shh..Trust me. You’ll feel good, dumb sluts like you are only here for me to fuck. So be a good girl and take my cock, all of it.” He said, as he covered over her, his waist between her legs.

His lips attached to her neck as he guided himself to her warm entrance, he rubbed the head over her clit and around her entrance. She pushed her hips forward, needing him inside of her. Aizawa chuckled deeply before he pushed his cock inside of her, slowly. Her eyes widened as he stretched her, she was not expecting it to feel this way. He groaned, she was so tight. Almost as if—

“(Y/N), are you a virgin?..” He muttered through gritted teeth and finally sheathed himself fully into her. She took a few moments to process what he said, “Yes..” she whispered in response. He lifted his face to look at her, before he smirked and bucked his hips forward a little. She moaned at the action and closed her eyes,

“Such an innocent little whore, and here you are, a virgin and taking my full cock. You needed my cock so badly that you would seduce me into taking your virginity.” She shakily took a deep breath, the way he looked over her, menacingly almost, made her so much more wet than before. Without warning, he pulled almost all the way back out and then slammed into her. He continued doing so, as he sucked on her neck. She moaned out his name, tears forming in her eyes from the sudden pleasure.

He continued to rock his hips into hers, fast and hard. The way she clenched around him made him groan into her skin, before he began to speed up. He held onto her waist, his fingers pushing deep into her skin. Aizawa lifted his head a little, his eyes watched her bouncing chest as he kept a pace going. He looked up and saw the tears sliding down her face, “Cry harder, kitten. I know you like it, being—fuck—being fucked this way. Right in the classroom, where anyone can come in and see you. You like that, huh? The idea of being caught getting railed by your teacher? You’re such a good girl—oh fuck kitten you’re so tight.”

(Y/N)’s throat got sore from the constant moaning and rare screams, the familiar sensation from before coming back. She got close to her climax, she needed this. She needed to orgasm, and he knew this. He chuckled almost maliciously and leaned into her ear,

“Beg to cum, kitten.” He whispered, her eyes widened. She whimpered as he continue his pace, she was so so close.

“Please!~ Please let me cum, Daddy! I’ve been a good girl, please!” She begged him, as she got closer and closer. He felt her come to her edge before he stopped completely. She threw her head back from her continued denial. Aizawa lifted her and turned her, before he slammed her back into her desk, now bent over. He grabbed her waist and slammed back into her, his pace rough and hard.

Her hot cheek pressed into the desk, as she heard it squeak under them. She gripped the wood as he rammed into her over and over and over again, it was evil. His movements got sloppy, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up. With a yelp, her back arched and he grabbed her throat from behind. Her moans were muffled a little as he cut off her airway, still fucking into her.

Finally, after he denied her twice, he leaned forward to her ear. “Cum for me, kitten.” He growled, and she did. She came with a moan, but he wasn’t done. He kept fucking her through her high. Aizawa thrusted deep into her and filled her with his semen, she clenched around him, milking him. He groaned and stayed still for a few moments before he pulled back. She laid limp against the desk, her body sore and bruised from him. She panted, her mouth half open, some drool spilling onto the desk as their mixed cum leaked from her hole.

Aizawa dressed himself before he looked at her while he walked to the door. “Get cleaned up and meet me in the teachers lounge, I’m not done with you yet, kitten.” He walked out, leaving her there, a fucked out mess...

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If you’d like a part dos, lmk! Sorry it’s a little rough, it’s the first smut I’ve ever written 😳😳

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