#i think he just needs to be given scissors and reckless abandon again. as a treat.

[the-nation-of-today]

Appreciation post for Andy's torn/cut/mesh/net slutty shirts because I miss them so much

[dsoe-masteroftheheavenlyyard]

Chapter 2–Hunt for the Deadly Sins; Scene 4

master of the heavenly yard pages 28-38

They had no compass nor a watch, so Nemesis had no choice but to determine the direction they were heading from the movements of the moon.

It seemed they were going south.

“Hey, Allen,” Nemesis spoke up as they were walking.

“What is it?”

“Do you remember anything about a ‘Moon Goddess’?”

“…No. That title wasn’t anywhere in the ‘Blackbox’ archive either.”

So then that meant it wasn’t someone who existed in the Third Period.

“Moon Goddess”…I feel like that’s someone’s nickname. Someone who was on the “Climb One”.

But no matter how Nemesis thought about it, she couldn’t come up with an answer.

Maybe I ought to take more interest in other people.

It wasn’t that she was someone who liked being alone, really. It was just that she’d been too earnestly focused on her research.

I was studying the hearts of man, and yet I didn’t know anything about the people around me…Geez, if that’s not ironic.

The closer they got to the “black box” that was in the air, the noisier it got.

It seemed there were a great many people up ahead—a gathering of souls.

“We should continue a bit more cautiously,” Allen called out to Nemesis in a warning tone. “We don’t know yet if the people ahead are friend or foe.”

Nemesis nodded and moved forward slowly, hiding herself in the underbrush.

--When they eventually reached the area right under the box, assembled there—

Were men in uniforms.

Their number likely exceeded the hundreds. They were all sitting prostrate before the black box as though they were worshipping it.

“The insignia stitched onto their uniforms…If it isn’t the soldiers of Tasan Elphegort!” Nemesis cried out quietly.

Allen whirled around to face her. “So then that makes them your former underlings.”

“Yeah. To be more accurate, they were devotees of the Tasan Party…There’s a few people I recognize among them.”

Encheri, Polrio, Areus…Nemesis offered up several names.

“In that cause, maybe we don’t have to be so on guard.”

“…I wonder. The atmosphere feels weird. Maybe we should observe a bit—Hey, look…is someone standing up there?”

Nemesis pointed to the top of the box while crouching in the overgrown weeds.

“You’re right, I can see someone. But I can’t tell who it is from here.”

The two of them decided to keep watching events unfold while they remained hidden for a while.

--Maybe two or three minutes went by. The figure on top of the box suddenly issued a booming voice down to those below. “Comrades! Thank you for gathering here!”

At that voice, all the kneeling soldiers looked up at once, and started to chatter.

“That voice…”

Nemesis’ face seemed to pale.

“Friend of yours?” Allen asked.

“Yeah, sort of… Gammon—so he really was in the theater after all.”

There was a time before the world was destroyed where Nemesis had gone to the theater searching for him, Gammon having been the former head of the Tasan Party. She had failed once, and though she’d safely reached the theater a second time…she’d been assailed by a different problem before she could meet with him.

A reunion with her mother…Ultimately Nemesis had quickly fled from the theater, and then afterwards—

--I pushed the firing switch for “Punishment”. For me that was my last memory before the world’s downfall.

Gammon made no followup speech for a time. Perhaps he was waiting for the murmuring of the soldiers to die down.

Eventually, when silence had enclosed the area around them once more…his voice could be heard from above the box again.

“…Among you gentlemen there may be some who don’t understand our current condition. So first I’d like to relay the clear facts to you here—The world was ruined thanks to the reckless rampaging of my successor, Nemesis…We were scattered across the land of Evillious before we could achieve our goals.”

He spoke with less inflection than he had just before.

Even so, his voice resounded to the ears of all who were assembled below him.

There were some among the soldiers who were lamenting and shedding tears, but the majority of them seemed to be waiting for Gammon’s next words with calm expressions.

“—Our souls now wander this world, without being invited up to heaven. Why is that? …I shall give you a bit of history now. The ‘Twins of God’ were born and the Evillious calendar began one thousand years ago. Back in those days there were two kinds of people. The virtuous, and those who were not—The purely malicious ‘HER’s.”

For a short while.

Nemesis and Allen looked above them without a word.

“—The queen of Levianta, Merry-Go-Round, tried to destroy those who had malice, but she failed. In the end, the elements of ‘evil’ were spread all over the world…And that was the start of every tragedy. Ever since, for these one thousand years, various ‘evils’ have caused incidents to occur. The Duke Venomania Event, the Lucifenian Revolution…Perhaps those of you who are religious will say that this is because influential figures of the time were possessed by demons. But…That is wrong! What is truly, sinfully dreadful—is the desires of humanity! The ‘demons’ that dwell in people’s hearts!”

There was cheer from the soldiers.

Gammon waited for it to quiet down, and then continued.

“—‘Evil’ hearts have bring society to misfortune. And that is why we of the Tasan Part fought to exterminate them. …But we were blinded by our focus on our external enemies. We failed to notice that the true ‘evil’ was among us!”

And there, Nemesis gave a small sigh. “Hah…Don’t like this. I can imagine what the rest of his speech is going to be.”

Gammon’s voice resounded.

“—Nemesis! Sadly enough, she too was ‘evil’! …No, not just Nemesis. In spite of our best efforts, the world was already filled with ‘evil’. And so…the gods abandoned this world. …However!”

The tone of his voice changed to be even more passionate.

“There is no need to worry! The gods have given us one last chance, and the power to achieve it. That is this very box—the ‘Blackbox’!”

Once more there was a cheer.

In contrast to that, both Nemesis and Allen had completely solemn expressions.

“—Our fight is not yet over. With this box, and your determination, we shall purify this ‘evil’!” …Hm.”

Suddenly the performance ended, and in the next moment the figure atop the box flew up into the air.

Then he slowly dropped down—until finally, he touched down on the ground.

Just as she had thought, there was no mistaking it—this man was the Gammon Octo that Nemesis had known.

…Have we been spotted!?

Allen and Nemesis crouched even lower upon seeing Gammon gazing around him.

“—You there.”

But the person Gammon spoke to was a soldier that looked a generation younger than the rest of them.

“You look somewhat unsatisfied.”

“N-no…It’s not that.”

“I’m not criticizing you. If you have something you’re thinking of, you should say so without hesitation.”

“—Uh, I—I went around looking at a few things before I came here…It feels like there are a huge number of people on the ground world right now. More than there were before the world was destroyed.”

“That is true. It appears that the gods have chased even the souls that lived in the past from heaven. They number in the ten millions…No, more like they exceed the hundred millions.”

“So then, the ‘evil’ that you speak of, comrade Octo, must be in pretty high number too…Can we fight all of them with just those of us here now?”

In contrast to the young soldier as he spoke with a nervous countenance, Gammon had an extremely calm demeanor—Rather, he was even smiling a little bit.

“I see. That’s a very good question. …But you can relax. There’s no need for us to fight against all of the world’s ‘evil’.”

“—What are you saying?”

“According to ‘god’, ‘evil’ is apparently like branching blood vessels.”

“Hah…”

“For example, if your arm were to get wounded in battle and start spurting out blood…What sort of treatment would you give it?”

“I would disinfect the wound and then stop the bleeding with a bandage.”

“And what if the bleeding didn’t stop?”

“Ah…I would put pressure on a spot on my arm closer to my heart to stop the flow of blood…Probably.”

“That’s exactly right. To make an extreme argument, if you were to stop your heart that is pumping blood through your body, then that blood would stop flowing completely.”

“But…then I would die.”

“Naturally, that’s true. So we can’t do that to our virtuous allies. …But if we were to assume that the item the heart is pumping is not blood but ‘evil’—”

“…I see, I think I’m able to understand now. You mean to say that there is something that’s the root of ‘evil’, rather than one of its ends.”

Gammon put a hand on the soldier’s shoulder.

It seemed that though they were both spirits, they were able to come into physical contact with each other.

“You are correct,” Gammon said with a smile.

“But what in the world is the ‘root’--?”

Gammon looked around at the sitting soldiers without answering the question.

“My comrades. The ‘evil’ we need to vanquish is—only five in number. Once we have erased the five souls that ‘god’ has indicated, then all of the ‘evil’ at the ends will be purified too,” he said, pointing up at the box floating above his head. “Look at the ‘Blackbox’. The individuals that will be projected on there are our targets.”

As though his words were a cue, the front surface of the box began to light up in a grid pattern—After it vanished, the image of a woman in a red outfit showed up on the screen.

“…Banica Conchita. Someone who took in the magical power of ‘Gluttony’ and calls forward the corpses that sleep in the earth. There are likely those among you who have experience fighting with these ‘dead soldiers’. The source that created those repulsive monsters—is her.”

The screen switched over.

What it depicted next was a pink-haired woman. She was wearing a kimono.

The moment he saw that, Allen’s expression grew more severe.

“…Kayo Sudou. Someone who slaughtered an innocent family out of her own selfish envy. Don’t be fooled by her calm appearance. The two scissors that she wields make very dangerous weapons.”

A new figure appeared on the surface of the box.

--Nemesis could clearly hear Allen click his tongue.

“…Riliane Lucifen d’Autriche. The famed ‘Daughter of Evil’. An unforgivable, grave sinner who trampled over our home country of Elphegort out of her own pride.”

It had been all women up to this point, but the next to be displayed was a man’s face.

A great commotion began amongst the soldiers once they saw it.

“…It’s understandable that you all would be surprised. You must think that he—looks extremely like me, right? But he is a different person. Sateriasis Venomania. Lamentably enough, he is my ancestor. He is a man who drowned in his lust, made a flower of malice bloom, and then spread its seeds across the world.”

A man who appeared to be a general raised a hand and stood up. “Comrade Octo, are you…okay with this?”

“With what?”

“Attacking your own ancestor for the sake of justice?”

“Yes. I believe that too is a test given to me by ‘god’,” Gammon answered without a hint of doubt.

On seeing this, the general nodded and once more sat on the ground.

“And now…the next is the last.”

A green-haired girl showed on the box.

“…I have no need to explain her in depth. Nemesis Sudou. The one responsible for destroying the world.”

Nemesis drew closer to Allen in front of her and lightly tapped his shoulder.

“Looks like…we shouldn’t linger her any longer.”

“…Yeah.”

After they exchanged their whispered remarks, they moved to leave before Gammon and the soldiers noticed them.

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[meishutori]

It looked like an absolute mess. It actually looked even worse than he had imagined. When he had seen his reflection he had been stunned, and not in a good way. It had been so long since he had seen himself with short hair, and honestly? It didn't suit him. His long, golden hair had somehow been the only thing that made him look decent, and now that it was gone, he was once again unattractive, borderline ugly. The choppy haircut he had given himself looked like a hybrid between some sort of nest and a bush. It was a sorry sight. Shinji was at least calmer now, and though he still felt absolutely horrible, he didn't feel like he was going to burst into tears. His eyes might still be just a tiny bit red. His shoulder had been not-so-nicely patched up by Hiyori. Shinji looked at Rose and gestured to his own head. "I guess I ain't startin' a career as a hairdresser." A joke. Always a joke. He was just a joke too, wasn't he? At least now he looked the part. "Could ya try 'n fix it? I'll settle 'fer anythin'."

--- He knew what had happened. Everyone did. But everyone kept quiet about it. To spare Shinji, perhaps. His pride, or his ever-growing guilt; maybe both. It was not like none of them had had similar breakdowns { least of all Rose himself }. The situation they found themselves in warranted it, that was for sure. And with the added difficulty of their inner-hollows messing with their emotions, who could blame them?

Rose certainly did not blame Shinji. Not for his emotional state, nor for what had happened to them. Even if it had become apparent that it had been his lieutenant who had wrought all this. Both Shinji and Kensei had taken hold of the blame with both hands and placed it on their own shoulders. They bickered over it, even, in their own way. Who ought to carry the heaviest load? Who ought to collapse first from all they took upon themselves..? If it was up to Rose; neither of them. Their subordinates' actions and betrayal need not cause them additional pain after the fact.

A sorry state he was in, Shinji, when he came to Rose. His hair.. That beautiful, smooth, golden mane, had been chopped at odd lengths; rather skewed, too, like a child had taken scissors to it and lopped off whatever their little fists could hold. Likely enough, Shinji had done so with the same kind of reckless abandon. Rose had seen how he had had to be patched up. 'Care' was not a word that might describe how the other had gone about the change in appearance last night.

Rose didn't laugh when Shinji joked, the pain was too fresh. There was no real mirth behind that joke, and so he refused to laugh off that suffering. He smiled though, warm and kindly, when Shinji asked him to help. The musician reached out and touched the uneven, choppy ends of his friend's hair. He pulled it down, to measure the shortest length. Just past the chin. "Of course.. You'll be like new, my dear." He told him reassuringly. "I'm thinking.. Short bob; diagonal to the front~" He would have to acquire some appropriate scissors, but that was easily done.

His hands moved from the sides of Shinji's face, and from touching his hair, to cupping the other's cheeks. "It'll be alright, Shinji.. We'll fix it." Of course.. The hair was not all he was speaking of.

[shianhygge-imagines]

[DMC Reactions] S/O Sacrifice

AN: Ooooh Angst. So early in the morning :D I’m writing this in an internet cafe.

Also, I’m sorry, but the first thing that came to mind when I read the request was the scene above where Dante’s VA had the voice crack. lmao

Real talk though. Vergil and Dante’s part is longer because I feel like they would be the two that would slip up this badly where their lover would sacrifice themself. V and Nero are too responsible.

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Dante

Dante had gotten too cocky while fighting multiple opponents, again.

Not that it should surprise you too much, but he’d allowed too many of the demons to land hits on him, and his clothes were practically littered with holes from the weapons skewering him...

His s/o had been by his side since the beginning, so it was a given that they’d tagged along with Dante to a new gig

Dante didn’t see the scissors waiting to snip his pretty head off, but you did.

In the blink of an eye, you’d parried the blow aimed at you and had sprinted across the room to shove Dante out of the way.

Dante turned as he tumbled towards the ground, and his eyes widened helplessly as you smiled, the scissor edges closing in at the perfect height to your neck.

snip... thud

It was like a car accident happening in slow motion, and Dante wasn’t able to look away... wasn’t able to pull the miracle that he was known for.

The world stopped spinning as Dante stared, face ashen as his lover’s head rolled away, and their body fell on top of his. A bad dream, Dante thought absently as he gripped your still body. It’s just a bad dream.

“I’m going to wake up, and Y/N will be sleeping right next to me.”

Dante blinked once... twice... and pinched himself... nothing.

The Death Scissor cackled maniacally, reveling in its kill.

“Not real. It’s not real,” Dante muttered, “Y/N... wake me up.”

You didn’t move... and Dante didn’t wake... his face scrunched up as he stood, sobbing as he pulled Rebellion out, an inconsolable rage consuming him.

Maybe if he killed the Death Scissor, he’d wake up...

Neither of you woke up.

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Vergil

Vergil had been too obsessed with some fascinating/challenging opponent that he forgot to watch your back.

In the brief lapse of his attention, you’d been swarmed by lesser demons

Although you were much stronger than the runts, you started to have trouble from the immense number of them

“Vergil!” You’d called, jumping away from one demon’s attack only to have to evade another. The screeches of dying demons rose above your cry for help and you cursed your luck as you rolled out of the way to jump over the seemingly endless horde of demons.

Ahead, Vergil was taking on a demon that resembled a Chimera, though far too ugly for you to admire. It seemed as if your lover was having a ton of fun, his smirk noticeable from even where you stood.

The Chimera howled in pain as Vergil assaulted its torso with swift cuts from the Yamato, and suddenly the lesser demons turned their attention away from you, scurrying to protect their master, hundreds of them sprinting after Vergil... wanting... needing to tear the older son of Sparda apart.

Even though Vergil hadn’t had your back, you had his.

It didn’t take much for you to beat the horde in the race to Vergil, most of the demons were considerably sluggish compared to your agility.

You were suddenly stood between the horde of demons and Vergil, blade and gun drawn, ready to take on the forces of the underworld to prevent them from interrupting Vergil’s fun.

Slowly but surely, however, you began to wear down, unable to keep up with the seemingly endless number of demons that spawned from nowhere. One misstep was all it took for the demons to overwhelm you, pouncing, and burying you underneath their blows.

“Vergil!” You tried to call for your lover, reaching a hand out to him from within the swarm. Vergil, too consumed with his challenge, didn’t turn around.

All around, you could only see black shadows and glowing red eyes. There was no blue to save you.

Vergil grinned as he cut down the Chimera, flicking the Yamato free of blood before turning to look for your proud and loving eyes.

What Vergil saw instead, was the swarm of demons seemingly piled on top of a limp figure. The grin disappeared from the older son of Sparda as dread and rage overflowed. There was a flash of blue as Vergil entered his Devil Trigger, mowing down the lesser demons as if they were merely ants.

Once the pests were cleared, Vergil was able to reach your body, kneeling in his beautiful demonic form to lift your body, holding it to his as he called to you, hopeful that you would open your eyes and continue to breath.

After a few seconds, it became glaringly obvious to Vergil that you would never smile at him again.

After so many years of hiding his emotions away, Vergil felt his eyes burn, and allowed the tears to fall, his whole body shaking as he sobbed. 

“I’m sorry.” Vergil apologized, clutching your body close and knowing that it was his fault for selfishly leaving your side.

“Don’t leave me alone, Y/N. Please.”

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Nero

Nero had insisted that you stay out of the fight, quite sure that the giant demon before him was too much for you.

I mean, you resented that Nero seemed to think so little of your skills (you could probably take on a greater demon because of your demon lineage), but you weren’t a fool to see that Nero obviously cared.

He’d never want to see you hurt.

But that’s a sentiment you both shared.

And you knew that Nero had a tendency to run his mouth during fights, probably acting a little too much like Dante at times... so you had a right to worry...

Though admittedly, Nero didn’t have a habit of getting stabbed with his own sword like Dante did, he still got too cocky and reckless.

And while Nero fought the giant, you were forced to keep a good distance away... and by a good distance away, that meant you were with Nico in the van... pretty much across the map

The giant demon was similar to the Goliath that Nero killed, but its hide was too thick for his Red Queen to simply slice through and its tail was long with something akin to a stinger... All too quickly, he’d run out of Devil Breakers, and was forced on the defense, no doubt charging his Devil Trigger.

Nico was sleeping, as she usually did when waiting for Nero to finish his fights, but you kept a keen eye on your lover.

A flash of blue was all you needed to alert you that Nero had used his Devil Trigger, but as you watched him fight, you noticed that while Nero gave the demon a beating, he couldn’t get his attacks to pierce through the hide.

“Tch... should’ve brought a Helter Skelter.” You mused, getting up from your seat to get to the workshop in the back of the van.

You took a Helter Skelter and a Ragtime from the hooks, making a mental note to pay Nico back, before grabbing your guns and bursting out of the van.

Activating your own Devil Trigger, you practically flew across the map to stop the Giant from landing a solid hit on Nero.

“Y/N, what the hell? I told you to stay back!”

Holding the Giant’s fist in place with one hand, you threw the two Devil Breakers at Nero, “Here, you dingus! Gotta pierce its hide before you can kill the thing!”

“I don’t need your help! Now get back to the van!”

“Don’t need help, my ass! Weren’t you the one that made a big deal about being called a ‘dead weight’? How could you think I’d be fine just standing around and twiddling my-” 

You didn’t get a chance to finish your question. The giant pulled its fist back and rammed it towards your unsuspecting form, throwing you up into the air as its tail whipped forward, skewering you through the stomach.

“Y/N!”

You grit your teeth, knowing that you might survive if Nero finished the fight fast enough. “Damn it, Nero! Just kill the damn thing!”

Angry with the need to protect you, Nero was able to activate his Devil Trigger once more, fusing the Ragtime with his arm and slowing time. A blink, and suddenly you were no longer skewered, finding yourself in Nero’s arms as he walked away from the giant demon’s lifeless body.

“My hero” you teased, feeling the hole in your stomach already start to close.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me for it!”

Nero placed a kiss to the crown of your head, an affectionate grin on his face. “I do.”

...

...

“But don’t you dare do that again!” :|

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V

Despite V’s hesitance, he’d let you fight by his side, knowing that you had his back (and he yours).

Unlike the other Sparda Boys, V all but abandons full-time demon hunting after he meets you. Yes, you can totally kick ass, but with his growing feelings towards you, V has been made to wonder if there is an end to the conflict that he has been a part of his entire life.

So, V settled down with you, giving up the demon hunting business with you so that you two could have a future that would last. After all, the world had Vergil, Dante, and Nero as full time demon hunters, they didn’t need V.

Still, there are times where it was inevitable that you and V would have to fight demons.

It is one of these times where you and V were forced to fight against the forces of the underworld, that you and V found yourselves outnumbered and swarmed.

You could probably go a lot longer than was needed, but V was tiring rather quickly having to dodge the enemy attacks so much. The enemy forces were nearly gone, but V had started to get clumsy, trying to conserve energy as much as he could.

Even though Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare did their best to keep their eyes on V, you couldn’t help the way your eyes followed him as you fought. You just wanted to be sure that V was safe.

And then... V dodged left when he should have had Griffon carry him out of the mess surrounding him.

A demon managed to land a blunt attack on V, sending him stumbling forward into another blunt attack, but you were already there to parry the blow, signalling Griffon to carry your lover out of the sticky situation.

So intent on helping V, you didn’t see the blade aimed at you. A cry of pain... from your lips or V’s you didn’t know. And you were thrown into the awaiting blades of other lesser demons.

V could hear your screams from where Griffon had carried him. He was exhausted, but used what remained of his energy to summon Nightmare, his only thought and intent: to save you.

It didn’t take much for the combined efforts of Nightmare, Shadow, and Griffon to decimate the enemies attacking you, clearing a path so that V could reach your battered, but still breathing form.

“Why would you do that?” V demanded, using what little strength he had to prop you up in his arms, noting that your breathing was strained.

“Heh... I thought I could take them on... if it meant saving you.” You responded with a grimace.

“Next time, we fight together.” It was a firm statement, but it meant so much to you.

“Ha... sure...” you agreed without a fight... “Hey, V?”

“Hm?”

“When we go home... I want a bath.”

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[luxintima-a-blog]

“Come here, I want you kneeling in front of me.”

BDSM Kink Sentence Starters |NSFW| - @ofshieldedflame​

He knew he was being punished, he’d teased Gladio earlier in the week and now that they were finally alone he’d managed to convince the other two that they could stay in the rooms for a few days. They had enough, and they could go and hunt a few things to make up for the dent it made in their funds. And they had agreed, not needing to be told that the shield fully intended on teaching their prince a lesson in teasing people to frustration and tension.

When he’d returned Noctis was in a bad way, laying on the floor and panting harshly. He wanted to say that Gladio’s ability to tie him into what had to be one of the most humiliating positions he’d ever been in. Hands were tied behind his back, and he’d managed to push himself against one of the beds in the hopes he could catch his binds on something and work them loose. Judging by his sound the other made, he was not impressed, rolling him away from the bed and sitting himself in one of the chairs in the room. For the longest time he said nothing, staring at Noctis as he writhed on the floor in an attempt to actually free himself before saying something. And when he did, it sent a jolt of adrenaline and lust through the prince that only his shield could manage to get from him.

He wanted him to kneel, and the prince took only a moment to think and comply. As quick as he could manage he rolled to his knees, walking his way across the carpeting like that. Gladio, for his part, gave a chuckle and made short work of his own pants, undoing the button and zipper that held them on muscled legs and pushing them down only so far to release his straining erection. Noctis needed no instruction, lapping at his shaft a moment before struggling to take it into his mouth without the use of his hands.

It would never be the taste he enjoyed, salty tang from sweat and just the texture of skin, he could get past, but the bitterness that came with the pre-come hitting his tongue would always have him gagging at first, before reflexes took over and his throat relaxed. That was what he’d waited for, feeling Noctis take just a bit more than he had been before his massive hand came to rest at the back of his head, curling into his hair and pushing him against the skin of his groin. At the very least he knew better than to move immediately after, holding his head flush and groaning at the feeling of the prince’s throat constricting around him.

Noctis’ reprieve didn’t last long, being dragged off him before he was pushed back down. It was an act he had to get back in the mindset of, relaxing so that he didn’t choke while he served his shield. All he needed to do was breath and stay still, and with any luck he’d be rewarded. He would get a treat later, but for now he was content to remain on his knees.

A groan from Gladio drew him back, pulled back down flush to him a moment before the massive man started bucking up, holding his head still as he fucked into his mouth with reckless abandon. Rapid fire thrusts and moans turned into sharp and bruising ones, before he was crushed against him and a hot load was released into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, tongue working at the underside of his cock and keeping as much of his seed as he could manage in his mouth. But for all his work, he couldn’t keep it all, and the moment he pulled out saliva and cum dripped down his chin and fell in heavy drops to the floor. Enough to keep his sir interested, as his hands were freed and he was allowed to stand long enough to strip him of his clothing.

The second he was free of everything, he was pushed to the chair that just a moment ago the other had been occupying, crouched on it with hands on the back of the seat in preparation for what was sure to be a bruising session of lust and lessons. It was worth it, and exactly what the prince had been aiming for when he’d given his shield half of a blowjob in the car one day that week as well as when he’d been sure to grid his ass against the other’s groin. 

Worth every second, especially as he heard the unmistakable sound of the lube’s cap opening. He wasn’t prepared for just how roughly Gladio shoved fingers into him, not starting with one but immediately jumping to two and drawing a wail out of the monarch. It’d hurt a little, not that he’d minded because he knew the other would never cause him actual harm, but for an unprepared body, the two digits had him moaning and pushing back against the hand.

Only for it to withdraw when he did.

When he stilled they would come back, and it only took a few more tries before he learned that he wasn’t to seek out his pleasure. Staying as still as he could manage, Noctis let Gladio prepare him, fingers roughly jammed right up to the knuckle and scissored apart, intentionally avoiding the spot that would have him crumpling. Two weren’t the end of it though, a pause to allow him to grow used to the feeling, before he added another. More than he’d tried before, and it his eyes watering, begging in no uncertain terms, “Please sir! Punish me please. I did wrong, please sir...”

He won out in the end, being divested of his fingers before he felt the familiar weight of Gladio behind him, pressing barely against his twitching entrance. He went no further though, leaning over his pet instead and pulling harshly on his hair. ‘What do you want me to do, prince? Tell me what you want.’

He tried to force his hand, thrusting backwards only to miss his mark and nearly slide knees off the chair. It earned him a rough tug on his hair, with a growl from the other. “F-fuck me sir... I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Make me yours, and fill me please.”

Not a moment passed before Gladio slammed into him, using the moment that his mouth opened to voice his pleasure to shove fingers in. The pace was brutal, each thrust pushing him forward until he was pushed all the way against the chair. He knew where to hit, how hard to thrust to catch the spot that would set off the prince and he was sure to hit it each time he pushed forward. Would that he be given the chance to come, but his other hand had snaked around his nude hips to grab painfully at the base of his cock, enough pressure to have him crying out at the unfairness of it all, while avoiding biting down on the hand that had wedged open his mouth.

It was what he wanted, feeling Gladio’s erratic drives into his warmth, stretching his insides around the shaft he could by no means get enough of. It felt so good, so much so that he was drooling despite himself and moaning like he was some common lay. Every noise he made had his lover ramming into him harder, drawing more shrieks and cries out of him. It was a drug for both of them, and one they couldn’t ignore.

Noctis knew that he was getting close by how uneven his rhythm was, sometimes fast and shallow and other times hard and punishingly slow. One such thrust was especially hard, hands moving to hold down on his hips while he pushed up into the crown prince like he could reach further if he only just tried, groaning as he came again and released his seed. Would that he had allowed his sub to join him, but they were not done for the evening yet, the shield taking just a moment to regain his breath, before he moved them.

Making sure that he did not slide free of Noctis, he moved them both to the bed and sat himself up against the headboard, spreading Noctis’ legs wide and giving a violent thrust, setting a slow pace. Every single one had the prince screaming his name, and had he not wrapped ankles around his own legs and held onto his arms, he likely would have squirmed until he’d been face down on the bed. But as it was he had no escape, impaled on his girth and wanting nothing more than to be allowed to find his release. He knew better, though there was no hand preventing it, he knew better than to come without permission.

All he could do was sit there, allow him to fuck into his hole until he was satisfied, which he seemed intent on dragging out as long as possible. He would stop, holding him close as Gladio came back down from his release before starting again, always sure to lay hands on Noctis’ own erection and stroke him to keep his toy excited until he started again. What couldn’t have been any more than a score of minutes felt like an eternity of torture to him, until lazy thrusts came accompanied with a whisper.

‘Come with me. I want to hear you scream my name so everyone in the motel knows who fucks you right.’

It was all he could do to nod, his name falling from untouched lips as he was again used as a sleeve for him, held down hard enough that there would be bruises on his hips come morning, but not caring in the slightest. All he cared for was the hot wash of Gladio’s release hitting him, his own white hot pleasure drawing his shield’s name in a scream from his lips as he twitched. White ropes of his own come hit his stomach, clenching down on Gladio as his lover, his shield waits for him to come down enough to move them.

While Noctis would have liked nothing more than to roll over and sleep as he was, his muscle bound guardian knew that cleaning now meant less issue later. Through his post sex haze Noctis only remembered part of it, though he didn’t need to know every step so much as knowing that the amount of care he was given showed just how much the other knew what it took out of him. He was cradled in strong arms and taken care of, small kisses pressed to his temple and hair.

The next he knew, he was laying under the covers of the other bed, Gladio putting distance between what they’d done on one side and what they would do on the other. Despite the ferocity with which Gladio had taken him, he knew that there had never been danger, the man was kind and gentle when they were done, aware of how easily he could have taken it too far. It was that thought that had him sitting up, wincing slightly as his strained muscles made themselves known.

Five second was all it took for him to find the other, stripping out of soiled clothing and pulling the smaller man into his arms. Another kiss, square on the lips that had Noctis melting against him, followed by more on his shoulders and neck. It was that, the actions of praise and affection that he was given that had him slipping into blissful sleep, clean and satisfied like he hadn’t been for some time.

What he would miss is all that was said after he slipped under, promises to keep him safe from harm and the roving eyes of any that thought they could enjoy his company. He was protective, and none would touch his prince. Even if they didn’t last long, no one would harm a single hair on his head.