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Jing Yuan taking a little longer than usual to answer a late-night call on his hologram, visibly disheveled—hair mussed, clothing undone, neck and jaw covered in smeared lipstick stains and a smattering of deep, heavy marks—completely unabashed and refusing to address it.

His attention wandering after a bit, eyes continually drawn something off screen that has his mouth widening into a greedy smile, until a hand finally darts into view and grasps a fistful of his hair, leaving just enough time for him to give a smug little seems my attention is required elsewhere to his wide-eyed colleagues before it yanks him off screen as he ends the call with a parting bark of laughter.

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One more Dabi for today

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dabi masturbates in another room as he hears you moving around in the kitchen and the idea that you might walk in on him turns him on more than he already was. he pictures fucking you so roughly, with you on your hands and knees, your back arching as he hits that sweet spot over and over again, as you can't contain the gasps and noises that come out of you. he imagines the harsh slapping noises that would happen every time your bodies would connect, your ass jiggling with thrusts. he would visualise holding onto your love handles, feeling your soft pudgy skin in his hands.

he starts getting close and he knows he needs to see you, to help him get over the edge and when he does he thinks about how glad he is to have walked over to you. you're wearing one of your long comfy tops, and you look absolutely delightful, he just wants to sink his fingers into you. from what he can see you're not wearing a bra, making your nipples slightly visible and when you move he can see your breasts move freely.

dabi starts getting closer and closer as he looks at you, he knows he's going to cum in a second. he walks up behind you and grabs your waist as he fucks into you, groaning. you gasp in surprise and hold onto his arm. you thought you'd be getting a surprise fuck but you feel him spill inside you, warmth filling you as his dick twitches. you feel him breathing on your neck but as soon as you focus on it and become more aware of him and his presence, he leaves your body, pulling out. "that felt good, didn't wanted to make a mess babe, such a good cumdump for me." he says before walking off while grinning.

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Monthly Visitor [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Monthly Visitor [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You haven’t had your period for months. You should feel relieved that it’s back, but dealing with your period while being kidnapped by a villain isn’t exactly fun and games. 

Word Count: 2301

Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, afab reader, period symptoms, mentions of sexual assault/noncon, mentions of past burns and abuse

The first missing period had made you feel sick. You didn’t mention it to your captor, and if he’d even bothered to realize that you didn’t get your period that month, he didn’t say anything. You preferred to discuss your body as little as possible with him, though that didn’t stop him from touching you in any way he wanted. Including in the way that made you worry over the missing period in the first place.

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Revenge

A/N: first time writing a Dabi x reader one-shot. I just couldn't help myself with this one, lol. No spoilers. Non-canon plot (ish).

Synopsis: after an incident at Endeavour's Agency, you attract the attention of a certain Villain.

Warnings: heavy non-con, humiliation, slight violence, slight blood, forced, angst, dabi is mean, yandere (kinda?), heat play, spit, choking. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 8.1K

You flipped through the pages of your magazine whilst you sat slumped, and cuddled into the couch in your living room apartment. Scanning over the newest headlines and styles of hero costumes while your mind floated, absentmindedly gazing off out the windows every now and then. Fuck, they really publish just about anything, don’t they? You pondered, flipping over to the next page. 

‘Mt Lady Takes Down Villain! Hottest and Best Angles!’  

You huffed, slamming the magazine back down onto the coffee table. The people who wrote these articles were seriously fried in the head. Despite all of the good that Heroes did, there was always someone in the background; waiting patiently to exploit and publish the most taboo garbage. Your cheek rested against your palm as you rested against the arm of the couch, thinking back to the incident that led up to your very own interview. It wasn’t unheard of for rookie Heroes to have interviews, but it was a rare occurrence. And you remember it all too well. 

You sat, awkwardly perched on the plastic chair as the woman in front of you placed a recorder down, pulled out a pen and notepad, and began hammering you with questions. 

“What’s it like working as a Rookie alongside the Number One Hero?”

“Was this the costume you were wearing when the incident occurred?”

“Were you scared?” 

“Why are you working with Endeavor when your Quirk has nothing to do with flames?” 

All of the questions overwhelmed you, and you thought that you would be prepared since Endeavor briefed you prior to the interview. But as soon as the questions came pouring out of the red lipstick lined lips of the reporter - you froze. You tried to answer all of her questions as honestly as you could, but feared that she would turn and spin them on you. It was a habit of reporters to do so, and you refused to be on the next cover of some sleazy tabloid; ‘(Hero name)! Dirty secrets that saved her from the attack on Endeavor’s Agency!’ 

The thought made you gag. 

It was true, your Quirk had nothing to do with fire or anything of the sort, but Enji Todoroki had been a family friend for years, and you were childhood best friends with his daughter, Fuyumi Todoroki. Your Quirk was basic - Telekinesis. It was handy, and you were getting stronger with it everyday. It was useful in the battlefield, proving to be one of the strongest when you attended UA. 

“Did you see Shigaraki?”

“How hot were Dabi’s flames?”

When she asked you about Dabi and Shigaraki, you froze, immediately remembering what the heat of his flames felt like, and the gnawing fear of being turned to dust at any given moment. It was horrible, and you wanted nothing more than to jump off the chair and run out of the room. You knew that would solve nothing and only fidgeted slightly at her question and narrowing eyes. 

You were seated at your desk, filing paperwork from a Villian that you had caught a few days prior. Everyone spoke about the joys of being a Hero, but often neglected the tedious amount of paperwork that followed suit. Hours had passed and you were still working silently at your desk space. You hadn’t even taken your lunch break in hopes of finishing the work before Endeavor returned. 

Your fingers were starting to sting in exhaustion when you heard the first scream, it was loud and shrill; a woman. Your eyes widened and before you knew it, everyone was standing and running.  Flames of blue erupted up the walls as you watched everyone flee from the heat. You pushed yourself up from your desk and flushed, blocking your face with your free hand. Endeavor was sent out on a mission a few hours prior, meaning that he would be gone for the rest of the day. Most of the other sidekicks were with him, and you would’ve gone too if you weren’t stuck with this mountain of paperwork.  

You remember seeing your coworkers shove and scatter their way out of the building, rushing around like frightened mice. It was sad, you thought. You wanted to act, to fight, but fear kept you frozen in place as everyone disappeared. The smoke and heat of the room made it barely breathable, but you shielded your eyes from the smoke and covered your mouth with your sleeve.

The panicked footsteps soon dwindled down, everyone already fleeing down the stairs. And there you stood, frozen in place like a rock. Thinking back on it makes you feel completely useless, but fear makes you react in such strange ways. 

A large chunk of ceiling fell directly in front of you, your feet launching you out of the way before your brain realized what happened. Dust and smoke filtered into your lungs as you narrowly dodged the debris.  

You began to stagger your way towards the exit, until you saw two shadows appear in the doorway. Fuck. They grew closer with each passing moment, and you threw yourself beneath a random desk, curling yourself inwards in attempts to hide yourself. Your breathing was raspy due to all the smoke inhalation, but remained silent as the footsteps echoed.

“That fucker isn’t even here.” You heard a deep rasp, sounding like he was losing his voice. You flinched when you heard the desk creek above you, turning your head slowly to notice that someone was resting against it. Luckily, the cubicle shielded you from their presence, or else you’d be screwed. 

“The message will still be received.” You heard a second voice, which sounded much higher pitched than the first. “It’s only a matter of time before the Hero regimen is brought to their knees.” They snickered, high pitched and eerie. 

You covered your mouth, squeezing back a cough that rumbled in your chest. 

“The sooner the better.” The first voice spoke, which you now recognized as Dabi, the Blue Flame. His boots now eye level with you, with even one small move you would’ve been able to touch him. 

His unprovoked murderers made headlines a few weeks earlier, and you remember reading all about them. He burned his victims beyond recognition, turning them into a pile of bones and dust. It made you sick, and you could only keep quiet and remain still. You could only guess that the second voice belonged to Shigaraki, the leader of the League Of Villains. Fuck. You really were going to die here.      

“We need to get out of here before more show up.” Dabi said, pushing upright from the desk, his jacket swayed in your view. You figured that the Heroes would be pouring through the door at any second now, but you weren’t counting on it, nor were you eager to jump out from the desk. 

Shigaraki mumbled something in return that you didn’t quite catch, and you heard the heavy sounds of their booted feet fade off. You weren’t entirely jumping at the thought of getting caught, so you decided to wait a few moments before regrouping with everyone else. 

You let out a shaky breath, removing your hand from your dry lips. 

Your eyes opened once again, blinking a few times to remove any dust or smoke stuck in them.  But fuck, you really wished you hadn’t. There was a soft sound of crunching gravel that rang out beside you, instantly making your blood run cold. Your eyes darted to follow the sound and as soon as you lifted your gaze from the floor, you noticed a pair of bright blue eyes staring back into your frightened ones. You noticed that he smirked when he noticed your frightened expression, burnt lips carving upwards at your quivering form. Immediately, you let out a cry of surprise and skidded out from underneath the desk. 

“Well, well. Hello there, doll.” Dabi watched you from above. At this angle, he towered over you, watching you with gleaming eyes. Even though you were flat on your ass and resting against your palms, he was enormous. “Thought I wouldn’t notice ya’ down there?” He chuckled. 

You watched him with studying eyes, noting that he hadn’t made a move to grab or burn you. For some reason you expected to be killed on sight, but Dabi seemed to take interest in you. No . He was more interested in making you feel nervous - powerless even. His eyes running down your slim body, watching in excitement as you squirmed uncomfortably. You weren’t wearing your Hero uniform, which made him wonder why you hadn’t escaped like everyone else. 

He laughed to himself. Poor little girl, left to die by the Heroes.   

Finally, you broke eye contact from the charred man, trailing your eyes around him in search of an escape route. You didn’t know if he’d get bored soon and decide to light you up, but you certainly didn’t want to make any impulsive moves. It seems like Shigaraki left already, and you were thankful that you only had to deal with one League member. 

“Are you mute or somethin’?” His head tilted to the side as he scanned you over, his patchwork face pondering in thought. 

Dabi felt bored at your unresponsiveness, his smirk dropping and eyes glazing over. His hands fidgeted inside his pockets, debating on what he was going to do with you. You inched back slightly, noticing the shift in his demeanor. 

Your hands raised instinctively to cover your face, expecting to feel the flash of heat and the flesh peel off your bones. But you didn’t, instead feeling a rush of air around you. Out of fear, you must’ve activated your quirk without thinking too much, because Dabi was no longer standing in front of you. 

Your ears barely registered the sound of his strangled grunt as he collided with a half burnt desk. Not wasting any time pushing yourself up to your shaky feet, throwing yourself out of the cubicle and towards the exit. You didn’t even bother to look back at the scarred Villain, who was staggering back to his feet, letting out a frustrated growl at your sudden attack. You lunged for the door, throwing yourself out of it and down the flights of stairs. 

Dabi coughed as dust particles surrounded him, his breathing deepening with rage as he watched your frightened figure stumble out of the room. Your little surprise move pissed him off - almost as much as the realization he had that you were a Hero.   

Your head shook and you brushed off the incident that still lingered in your mind. While you were terrified, you managed to act quickly and get out safely. Endeavor praised you for this, which felt good, but you were just thankful that you didn’t turn into a pile of burnt flesh. 

“For fucks sake.” You mumbled as you picked up another magazine, seeing a picture of yourself covered in dust, outfit torn in questionable places, and your hair a mess -on the cover . 

‘(Hero Name)! Narrowly Escapes The Blue Flame!’ 

That wasn’t so bad… Maybe Endeavor threatened the poor woman into being nice. You thought, before your eyes roamed over the smaller print beneath the title. 

“Find out how (Hero Name) seduced her way out of death on page six!” 

You threw the magazine blindly behind you, letting out a long sigh. You should have known, these tabloids twisted the truth and made Heroes and Sidekicks look terrible. You couldn’t believe that people actually believed this shit. Luckily enough, no one was killed in the incident, but you knew that if the League wanted there to be casualties, there definitely would have been. You only escaped due to your quick thinking and Dabi’s lack of attention, which worked out in your favor.     

“Fucking bitch.” You grumbled, letting your head drop onto the armrest.   

You were so lost in thought that you barely heard the front door close shut, along with the soft footsteps of someone making their way inside. You didn’t move when you finally clued in, instead you called out blindly, voice muffled by the cushion of the couch.

“Really not in the mood tonight, Fuyumi!” Your voice cracked as you called out towards her, expecting her cheerful response at your dismissive tone, but all you heard was silence. The footsteps stopped, and instead of the soft voice of your best friend, you heard a short chuckle. 

“Not enjoying the Hero life, doll?” 

Letting out a surprised squeak, you jolted upright at the raspy voice, eyes widening and darting towards the rough sound. To say that it surprised you would be an understatement - it terrified you and made you freeze immediately, similar to how you were at the Agency. It frightened you even more when you watched his lazy eyes trail over your form, which was wearing nothing but a pair of PJ shorts and an ill-fitting tank top.  

Almost as if he could sense the urgency that flowed in your veins, telling you to run - he took a step closer to you, studying your reactions. So many questions ran through your brain, how did he get in? Why was he here? But you decided to refrain from hammering questions out, instead shifting your focus to distracting him like you had previously done.

“Why are you here?” You decided this was a decently safe question, turning yourself to fully face the scarred man as your eyes drifted to the front door for a brief moment. It was closed again, and if you were to try and run past him, you’d risk being fried to a crisp. If you were smart about this, then you’d be able to- 

“Go ahead and try it.” He interrupted your thoughts, pulling your attention back to his lopsided grin, which looked menacing as it tugged on his staples. “I can promise that ya’ won’t make it very far.” His hand extended, lighting up a small blue flame at the tips of his fingers. 

Dabi watched as you looked up at him: your big eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed, and full lips parted open. Fuck. He wanted to pounce on you right then and there, but decided to restrain himself. He needed to take his time with this, since his last interaction with you resulted in him being thrown off guard and flat on his ass. He didn’t even think that you had a Quirk - assuming that you were just some mousy little secretary. Until he was shot back from your cowering form, landing hard on a pile of burnt and broken desks. It surprised him, but it also pissed him off. You lingered in the back of his head for days after, which only pissed him off more. He knew that he could melt the pretty skin right off your bones, but for once, he didn’t want to. He wanted to savor this. He was prepared this time, and he wasn’t going to let you escape from him again. No. Not this time.       

The look on Dabi’s face made you squirm, itching to get away from his gaze. He lazily glanced over at his flame before closing his fist. His hand reached down and into the pocket of his oversized coat, searching for something you couldn’t see. 

You can sense the threatening turn that this was about to take, and on instinct, you pushed your hands out, trying to activate your Quirk. Anything to get him away from you. But he was quicker and stronger, even without his quirk. 

He knew that you were going to try and pull the same stunt, but unlike last time, he was prepared for it. In less than a second, Dabi launched himself forward, catching you off guard with his speed. 

“Heh. That’s not going to work this time, doll.” Dabi launched himself forward with a sound that could only be compared to a growl of a hungry animal. He grabbed your wrists with one hand, pinning them against your lap in a matter of seconds, leering over you. His one knee was sandwiched between your thighs, while his foot was still placed on the ground, using it to balance himself over you.  

You let out a sharp cry as he pulled out what looked like a syringe from his jacket. Instantly, your eyes widened and you fought in his hold, twisting and squirming. Your lungs fought for air at the sight of the needle, igniting your flight or fight response.   

“Don’t fight me. It’s a pain in the ass.” He rasped, seemingly unfazed by your weak attempts to push him off. You were no match for him, but he wanted to scare you a little, so he heated up his palms slightly, warning you to stop. 

The heat rushed from your wrists and all the way up to your cheeks, flushing you into stilling. 

“What are you doing!” You cried out.  

“Can’t have you ruining my plans with that annoying quirk of yours.” He grumbled before plunging the needle into your bicep. The pain was jolting, but the feeling of your quirk leaving your body was much worse. You had grown familiar with the constant sense of your quirk lingering in your veins, and now that it was gone, you were terrified. Was it going to come back?  

“I- What!” Your eyes met his, which had deep bag-like scars under them, held in place by makeshift staples. His eyes were bright and blue, but looked as if they never opened quite fully. Scars seemed to liter his entire body, only small portions of his actual skin poked through. He can’t handle his quirk, you thought. 

Dabi felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine when you looked over his patch-work face, knowing immediately that the sight of him made you uncomfortable. He was used to people shriveling up in disgust at his face, it was nothing new. But this was different. He felt a sense of heat rush all over his body at your confused face, instead of the usual annoyance. 

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, shattering the silence around you two. 

You cringed back in displeasure, the smell of him overwhelming you now. Smoke and burnt flesh singing the hair in your nose.  

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You managed to calm your nerves slightly, but not by much. Dabi was still leaning over you, making you curl up against the back of the armrest. You didn’t like being caged in like this, and you most definitely didn’t like how he peered down at you.

“Your cooperation would be nice, but either way, I’m going to enjoy this.” Dabi answered your question without actually giving you a clear response. The sense of danger only amplified when you watched his lips curl upwards in a manic like smile. You were sure that his staples would have popped out if he opened his mouth any more. You could see them visibly strain, struggling to keep the healthy skin connected to the scarred tissue. 

“Is this because of what happened at the Agency?” You asked, breathlessly moving your attention from his scars to his eyes again. You didn’t want to piss him off more by staring too long at them. Dabi wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were staring at his scars, but could care less. He was used to people staring at him with disgust, and he grew numb to it.

Dabi let out a scoff. “You’re smarter than you look.” 

“Why? I was just-” 

Dabi leered closer to you, making you flinch and stop talking. “Just being an annoying brat? Thinking that you’re better than me because you’re a Hero?” He spat the word out like it disgusted him to even think, let alone speak it. 

Granted, you knew subconsciously that you were better than a murdering psychopath, but decided it would get you nowhere good if you fought that. You weren’t too keen on the idea of dying prematurely, especially by his flames or whatever else he had in store for you. 

“What was I supposed to do?” You asked, brows furrowing in annoyance. “Sit back and take it?” You regretted the words as soon as you said them, watching as Dabi smirked down at you with a borderline lustful gaze. “I didn’t want to die. My body reacted on impulse, that's it.” You quickly corrected yourself.  

You thought you could buy yourself some time by asking him questions, maybe even distracting him so that you could escape. You knew he was unhinged and wondered if there was a way to use that to your advantage.

“Why does it matter? You burned down half of the Agency and the League still made the cover of every newspaper in Japan.” You found yourself getting angry at the reminder. “You’re lucky that Endeavor wasn’t there. You would’ve been-” Your voice morphed into a scream as soon as you mentioned the Flame Hero. The sudden searing heat of his hands make your back arch up and into the Villain, chest brushing against his stapled flesh. He was barely using his quirk, but even the small amount made your skin singe. 

“You think that flaming pile of shit scares me?” Dabi sneered at you, bringing his face level to yours. You stilled when Dabi pressed himself tighter against you, his nose only inches from your own. You realized that you had either struck a nerve by mentioning Endeavor, or that he just really hated Heroes that much. You had assumed the latter, but could tell there was more to it by his reaction. Dabi’s eyes were filled with rage, but the rage wasn’t all directed at you. 

“He’s just another empty Hero that the world praises for nothing. It’s only a matter of time before he’s ripped off that pedestal.” You flinched back at his words, knowing that there was definitely some sort of vendetta between the two flame users.

As scared as you were, you still felt somewhat angered by the Villains words. Endeavor had been nothing but kind to you, seemingly taking you under his wing when you joined his Agency. It was either your pride that made you say the next words, or your own naivety. You didn’t know which one it was. 

“Endeavor is twice the man you’ll ever be.” 

You watched as Dabi’s turquoise eyes narrowed, meeting them as yours widened at his furious expression. If his flames weren’t hot enough, his stare sure was. Dabi’s eyes were blazing with fury, seemingly darkening from their usual brightness. He watched you carefully, weighing his next options. He realized that you were just as surprised at your words as he was, your eyes widening for a moment before glossing over in attempts to hide it. Cute. He could feel you quivering beneath him, fearing what he would do next. 

Despite the swell of pride you felt for a brief moment, you could quickly feel the overwhelming sense of anxiety push forward. Fuck. At this point, you didn’t really care what happened to you. All you wanted was to get away from his terrifying presence. 

Dabi let his guard down for a mere second, maybe even less, and you immediately took advantage of it. Your wrists twisted apart and out of Dabi’s grip, freeing you for a moment from his suffocating grip. Your next move was on instinct; you ball up your fist before winding it back and sending it crashing into his nose. 

Blood immediately gushed from Dabi’s nose, running down his mismatched lips and down his neck. He staggered backwards from the force of your punch, letting out a guttural growl as he wiped the sticky liquid away. 

Again, you wasted no time in throwing yourself over the back of the couch, landing on all fours and scrambling towards the front door. You pumped your shaky legs as fast as they could handle, stumbling as you ran for freedom. You were nearing the kitchen when a blast of sudden heat licked up the back of your thighs, making you shriek in agony and crumple to the hardwood. Your body sprawled out on the cool ground, which was a stark contrast to your clammy and sizzling skin.  

You glanced down at your awkwardly bent legs, seeing the skin begin to redden and sizzle. It wasn’t a fatal burn, but it was one you’d surely remember since the blisters would definitely scar. The pain was too much and you squeezed your eyes shut, sobbing as you still tried to drag yourself away. 

Dabi followed behind you, taking his time as he watched your pathetic attempts at crawling away. He wanted you to have your little moment of hope, afterall, you were going to wish that you were dead after he was done with you. 

He took his time stalking towards you, his rubber soles thudding against the flooring - purposely being slow to hammer more fear into you. He watched your body shake violently from his attack, your face contorting up in anguish as you tried to push yourself up. Dabi could feel himself getting hard as he approached your struggling form. He felt mildly proud, considering you had him in a similar position not too long ago.  

Smiling wickedly, he planted his booted foot on your back and shoved you back down to the ground. “You can’t run from me.”

Your chin met the floor with a sickening crack, eliciting another wave of pleasure down Dabi’s spine at your pained groan. Your body wavered as you felt a droplet of something wet and sticky hit your cheek, directly beneath your eyes.   

“You broke my fucking nose, doll. You’re lucky to still be breathin’ after that.” Dabi chucked, wiping the remnants of his blood from his nose. He relished in your look of disgust when his blood hit your face, seeing the humiliation build up across your pretty face. 

Shakily, you wiped his blood from your face, cringing as he stared back at you. Your teeth gritted together so hard that you thought they’d shatter if any more pressure were applied. Everything was too much; the throbbing in your legs, your quirk being suppressed, Dabi’s taunting gaze, everything. Hatred mixed with hot rage seeped into your blood, making your body vibrate with adrenaline. 

“Weak flames compared to Endeavor.” You hissed roughly, large eyes glaring up at him in spite. 

Dabi ignored the rage that traveled up his body at your words, knowing that you were doing this just to piss him off. Stupid little Hero. You were powerless, weak, and humiliated, but still fought with a sense of pride. He was going to break down that pride of yours, no matter what. He thought as he bent down, fingers lacing through your tousled hair and jerking your face towards his. If you thought pissing him off was going to save you, you were very wrong. Your words only solidified what he was about to do next. 

“Let go of me!” Dabi used your hair as leverage to get you onto your knees, pulling another shocked cry as your hands shot up to your scalp. The stinging of your thighs amplified in this position, and you awkwardly balanced to lessen the pain. 

“I think I have a better use for that mouth of yours.” Dabi’s hand jolted you forwards before releasing your scalp. You hadn’t realized how much you were relying on his grip to keep you steady, because your knees suddenly wobbled and you fell face-first into the bulge of his jeans, letting out a strangled moan as you did.  

Dabi let out a low groan at the feeling of your face pressing into the tent of his jeans. Your hands pressed into his thighs to push yourself upright as your face scrunched up in disgust at the sudden contact. Dabi shuddered while he watched you try and pull away, only to find yourself pressed into his groin again when his hands pulled you back. 

You gasped in shock, not expecting the force of his hand to smush you back into his crotch. The tip of your nose dug into his length, feeling it twitch slightly at the contact. You mewled, senses overwhelmed at the feeling. 

There was something about the way your eyes squinted and you recoiled back in disgust that drove him mad. A weak little Hero like you needed to learn your place, and what better way would you learn than at the knees of a Villain like him? He wanted to humiliate you in the worst way possible, just like you did with him. 

“Oh come on, doll. Don’t tell me a Hero slut like you never sucked cock before?” He snickered down at you. 

You scowled at him in return, peeling yourself away from his crotch to look up at him with reddening cheeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the blush that stung at your pale skin. 

“Awe. You’re getting shy on me now, dollface? Where’d that spunk go?” Dabi released your hair, fiddling with his belt before pulling out his cock. It sprung out and nearly smacked you in the cheek, narrowly missing as you turned your head away. 

“Get the fuck away from me, patchwork!” You hissed, craning your neck up to look him in the eyes.

Dabi watched you with half-lidded eyes, jutting his hips outwards to smack you in the face with his cock. “I’m gonna make sure to force that attitude out of you.” The tip of his dick pressed against your lips, smearing a trail of salty precum all over. 

It was long and thick, bigger than any other you’ve seen. You didn’t want Dabi to think that you were taken back by it, so you kept your face as blank as you could in this position. Your lips pressed tightly in a thin line, refusing entrance. 

At your reluctance, Dabi tapped his foot against the ground and tilted your jaw up with a single finger. “Open up or I’ll burn you again.”

You frowned, swallowing hard before parting your lips for him. Dabi’s eyes wandered across your face, noting how good you looked with your beady eyes and mouth wide open for him.   

You didn’t have much time to think, because Dabi jerked his hips, his cock grazing against your teeth as he hit the back of your throat. 

You gagged instantly, fresh tears pooling at your lash line as you tried to relax your throat. 

“Shit.” He rasped, head tilting back at the feeling of your throat constricting around him. 

You could feel him twitch against the back of your throat, making you gag once again. The tip of your nose flat against his pubic bone, sucking in as much air as you could handle in this position. Your muffled mewls sent Dabi into a frenzy, who gave you no time to adjust before he started to buck his hips. Your hands flew up to his thighs, grounding yourself as you tried not to throw up. 

“Damn. You’re shaking around my cock, you must really be scared, huh?” Dabi rasped above you, his voice dropping a few decibels at the sight of your teary eyes. 

You choked in response, trailing your tongue along his length. He didn’t necessarily taste bad, but the lingering sweat and precum tasted salty on your buds. With your mouth stuffed completely, you couldn’t hold back the drool that spilled out and down your chin.

“That’s it. I knew there was something useful for that mouth of yours.” Dabi brushed the hair out of your eyes, side eyeing you as you groaned around him. The vibrations shot up through your throat, sending a wave of pleasure around him. 

You quickly tore your gaze away from his, focusing on the scarred skin of his stomach instead. You hated this and you would’ve bit him if you weren’t so frightened of the repercussions that would’ve certainly followed. 

Dabi watched you with lazy eyes, peering down at you with a look that could only be compared to a predator stalking its prey. With each thrust of his hips he felt your throat clench around him, wet noises mixing in sync with your terrified sobs. You were a beautiful sight, even with your mascara running down your cheeks and snot coming out of your nose. He hated to admit it, but he had to focus hard on not shooting his load down your tight little throat. 

“There’s no need to be shy.” He rasped, breathlessly before pulling himself out with a plop. A thick trail of spit connected your lips and the tip of his cock. You gulped back air and sputtered, furiously wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Dabi smirked as you fell back onto your ass with a hiss. He knew you were probably thinking that he would let you go now, or at least praying for it. Silly girl. He wasn’t nearly finished with you. 

He bent down to your level, stuffing himself back into his pants. You were angry and disgusted, the light in your eyes darkening when you met his gaze. The instinct to run was back again, and you were fighting against your natural nervous system's desire to flee. 

It was endearing Dabi thought, but futile. Your eyes darting to the door for a moment gave your intentions away. He made quick work to grab you before you could even blink, letting out a deep chuckle at your surprised reaction.  

His hands wrapped around your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. You gasped at the sudden movement, laying uncomfortably across his shoulder as he moved towards what you would guess was your bedroom. 

“You got what you wanted! Leave now!” Your naivety was cute, almost entertaining in a sick sense. You knew deep down that he hadn’t gotten his fill. Villains were greedy after all and he wanted everything you had to offer.  

You bucked against him, only earning a quick slap of your thighs in response. Dabi stalked into your bedroom, opening the door and throwing you down onto the mattress. You bounced slightly and curled up into the headboard, while he peeled back his jacket and shirt at the edge of your bed. You could barely see him in the darkness, his face staples barely reflecting the moonlight that peaked through the curtains. 

“Please. Please don’t do this. I- I don’t want this.” Your lower lip quivered and you felt embarrassed to be begging him. You were supposed to be a Hero; brave and strong until the very end. But watching Dabi strip in front of you made your bravery shrivel up and shred into a million pieces. 

“That’s too bad, doll. I want this, so I’m going to take this.” Dabi grabbed ahold of your ankle, tearing you away from the headboard and flat onto your back. You kicked your other leg, trying to hit the side of his head with your heel. Dabi expected this, catching your other ankle and pinning it down. Your legs were spread open, leaving room for him to rest between.

He crawled up to your level, watching carefully as you turned your head to the side to avoid looking at his hideous face. “You’re not going anywhere this time.” He hummed, breathing into your neck as you tried to buck him off. 

His lips were rough against the soft skin of your neck, working down to nip where your neck met your shoulders. You tried to distance yourself from the moisture of his mouth, but his body kept you trapped. You bit on your lip at the feeling, which sent tingles all the way to your toes. 

“Stop. Get off!” 

Dabi’s hand traveled down to the hem of your shorts, toying with the thin material before ripping them off in a shift motion. Your panties followed suit, exposing your core to the cool air. Instead of throwing your panties on the ground with your pants, he brought the material up to his nose before sniffing. His eyes closed and he let out a deep sigh at your scent, like it was the best thing he had ever smelt. Your jaw dropped in a mix of shock and pure repulsion. You kicked and slammed your fists against his chest, but your efforts were fruitless. 

“You can fight me all you want, but I’m the only one with the real power here.” He pulled away from your neck to look into your tearful eyes, lowering himself slowly between your legs again. “Remember that the next time you parade yourself around the press.” His hands wrapped around your thighs, draping one up and over his shoulder. The cool metal of his staples skimmed across your flesh, his hands keeping you planted in place. 

“What are - no!” Your mind raced as you tried to scoot back from his head, which rested between your legs. 

Your breathing stunted as you shook your head adamantly, your palms pressed flat at your sides as you tried to resist. His hands stopped you before you got anywhere, keeping you pinned to the mattress while he dropped his head lower, watching you with slitted eyes. 

“It’s only fair that I return the favor, doll.” You were about to cry out, but quickly clamped your mouth shut when you felt his breath against your weeping cunt. The thought of accidentally moaning or gasping at his head buried against you was enough to scare you into biting your tongue. 

Dabi’s bright eyes shifted from your chest, which rose and fell quickly, and down to your cunt. His fingers dipped down to spread you further apart, blowing softly on the glistening skin. He could feel his erection press tightly against his pants, but knew that he needed to take his time. You were going to regret ever standing up from that desk at the Agency. He was going to make sure of it. 

He licked his lips, giving you no time to protest as he rubbed his nose from your little hole to your clit. Your thighs tensed around his shoulder, digging your heel into his back. He grinned, watching as your hands tangled into the sheets. Sensitive. He barely even started. 

You suddenly felt his tongue, which was unnaturally hot just like the rest of him. He lapped at your hole, gathering the slick that quickly bloomed and dragging it up and towards your clit. The wet muscle circled around a few times, hitting every sensitive spot he could find. Your hands gripped the sheets in attempts of grounding yourself, but it did little in blocking out the wet sounds that reached your ears. 

There was nothing you could do to stop him when his finger slid into you, meeting little resistance at your sopping hole. Your back arched, the sound of his tongue licking and sucking at your clit sending your brain into a frenzy. The noises were lewd and exaggerated, giving you no mind to picture yourself elsewhere. Anywhere but here. You thought.  

“Nuh!” Your hand slapped over your mouth when the moan slipped out, realizing the mistake you made immediately. 

Dabi paused to glance up at you, watching you with a crooked gaze. Your terrified pupils were blown wide, lips curling back in disgust. He continued to watch you when he curled his finger, pressing directly into that spongy spot of your walls. Another mewl rumbled in your throat and you tossed your head into the sheets. 

“Not so tough now, eh? And here I thought you’d have a little more fight in ya’, but you’re too busy soaking my face.” He cooed, which only made his voice sound even more raspy. 

He pulled his finger out slowly, savoring in the way you gushed and clamped down on it, almost like your cunt knew that it needed to be filled. He pushed it back in, curling upwards before repeating the same motions. Over and over, he twisted and pulled his fingers, pumping them in and out.  

You moaned louder this time, clenching your thighs around his head and arching your chest. The back of your mind screamed in protest, begging for the assault to stop. Your limbs felt like mush, unable to do much except squirm. 

“Right there? Is that it?” 

He repeated the movement a few more times as his mouth latched back onto your throbbing clit. Dabi could feel your resolve dwindle away with each passing stroke of his tongue, seeing your fists loosen and lips part open in pleasure. Your reactions spurred him on, knowing that you were close to cumming. 

His cock strained behind the confinements of his jeans, still rock hard from earlier. It was pure anguish, but he knew what needed to be done. He would only have to wait a little longer… Just a little. 

“Oh my.” You whimpered. 

Dabi’s tongue swirled as his finger pumped in and out of you, sending you over the edge with a final cry. Your cunt gushed over his face, taking both you and him by surprise when the clear liquid squirted out suddenly. You could feel yourself clenching down on his finger, squeezing the appendage tightly as you squealed. 

Dabi licked up everything he could, giving your clit one last flick as he lifted himself from your dripping heat. “Fuck doll, I didn’t think you’d take that so literal.” He wiped his face with his hands, smiling down at you. 

You blushed furiously as your slick ran down his cheeks and jaw. You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that you had squirted all over him or that you had never done that before. You felt rage that he forced you to orgasm, let alone from his disgusting mouth .   

Your body relented, heavy breaths leaving your cracked lips. You had been so lost in your head that you never realized Dabi lining his cock up with your hole. “No! Get off of me!” Your hands slammed into his chest, pushing against his scars. 

“Relax, waterworks.” He taunted, shooting you a singular glare before pinning your wrists above your head. 

Despite the slick that stuck against your thighs and ass, you knew that his cock was going to stretch you to the max. Your eyebrows shooting up when you felt him run it along your folds, gathering your arousal before prodding at your hole. 

“Dabi! Just give me a sec-” Your breathing hitched when he slammed into you, eyes wide and unseeing as your head flew back into the bed. Your throat let out another piercing shriek at the sudden intrusion. The sheer size of him made your insides burn up, sending a painful twist inside your gut. 

“Fuck.” He grunted. “Should’ve bent you over the desk when I first saw ya’, didn’t realize you’d be this tight.” Dabi’s eyes rolled back as he closed them, savoring the feeling of your tight, wet heat that clamped on him like a vice. 

You cringed back, shutting your eyes and grinding your teeth. 

Dabi rolled his hips, focusing on stuffing you full. You hissed, feeling his cock brush against your cervix. Despite the searing pain, your body was growing accustomed to his size. You could hear the faintest sound of your slick pussy squishing around him. 

 “Oh fuck. You’re suffocating.” Dabi bent down towards you, focusing his attack on your lips. You realized this and at the last second, turned your head away. He didn’t mind, instead focusing on peppering kisses and licks on your cheek and neck. 

Tears welled up in your eyes when you felt his tongue lick at your cheek. You twisted your body, trashing in his hold in attempts to throw him off. This barely fazed him, only making him heat up his palms to get you to still. 

“What would your Hero friends say if they saw you now, doll? Pinned under a Villain; squirming and cumming all over me?” Dabi teased, dropping his pelvis onto yours to hit deeper. 

Your jaw slacked open at the new angle. A sudden burst of pleasure traveling up your cunt and to your head. In response, your jaw dropped to let out a low-whiny moan. You wanted to scream at him, but couldn’t find the courage to speak. You felt powerless in the situation, hiccuping and moaning as he drilled into you. 

“There it is. Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Fuck. Dabi- ” He shuddered when you moaned his name, feeling his core tighten at the soft whimpering of your voice. Your brows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the feelings that he was delivering with each stroke of his cock. 

“Shit. Look at you, doll. Such a pretty sight.” Dabi felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders when his cock bottomed out inside you. Your tight gummy walls were sucking him in, squeezing him to a point that was almost painful. He never realized that you’d be this much of a slut; so easy and wet, begging to be taken.  

Your eyes rolled back. You were so close, and you knew that you weren’t going to last much longer. You just wanted to focus on the pleasure, not the person that was delivering it to you. He knew instantly what you were trying to do; dropping your wrists and grabbing ahold on your peaked nipple. He gave it a sharp twist, drawing out a sharp cry as he tugged on the hardened bud. 

“Stay with me.” Your hands flew to his shoulders, steadying yourself with his forceful pace. The pads of your fingers traced along his staples before quickly retreating. 

Dabi chuckled, “You can touch them, they don’t hurt.” He moved your arms back over his shoulders, planting them against the textured skin. You whined and shuddered at the feeling of his skin. Every one of your senses were at their max, so sensitive and alert.    

 “D-dabi!” You mewled like a kitten, dragging your nails down his back when his fingers began to assault your clit again.  

“Ah- would you look at that?” Dabi hovered his hand in front of your face, scissoring his index and middle finger to show you the slick that connected the two digits. 

If you weren’t so wound up in the sensation of his cock dragging up and down your walls you would’ve hit him. You only squinted at him, earning a dark chuckle that reverberated against your chest. 

The familiarity of tightness coiled back in your gut, snapping immediately when you saw him lick his fingers clean. The crudeness of his action sent your body over the edge and made you scream out. Your walls fluttered, causing him to drop his hand next to your head for support as his body twitched. 

“There you go.” He hissed. 

You were glad that your orgasm made your eyes roll back, because the look on Dabi’s face would have humiliated you more. He grinned manically, his smile stretching wide enough for him to feel his staples strain to hold the skin together. Your tongue lolling out and drool dribbling down the sides of your jaw was enough to make him peak. 

Your body continued to convulse as he painted your walls white, his cum burning your insides as he filled you. 

“Oh god.” You wanted to protest, but couldn’t. 

“Fuck!” He moaned loud, slowing his pace before pulling out. 

You twitched at the loss of contact, head tilting to rest on the bed as your arms fell from his shoulders. The feeling of his cum slipping out of your abused hole made you tingle, bringing your knees up to curl into a ball. 

“You got what you wanted, now leave.” You managed to whisper, not looking in his direction as he wiped his dick on the sheets of your bed before tucking himself back into his pants.     

His belt clicked as he tightened it back up. “What I wanted eh? Weren’t you the one who came twice? I don’t think we're even just yet, doll.” Dabi closed in on you, dropping beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your back against his chest. 

You let him guide your exhausted body into his heated one, realizing that there was no point in fighting in your current condition. “We’re just getting started.” He cooed into your ear, nose burying into your matted locks. 

[dreamkenn]

Honkai Star Rail: Blade

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JING YUAN ♢ Heaven and Earth as a Chessboard

[dreamkenn]

Would you invite him to your island?

[dreamkenn]

Lungs Into Gills

Yandere Shark Merman Dottore x Fem Human Reader

A large silhouette approached you as your body slowly sank downwards. A shark? Not that it mattered. How long has it been since your last breath of air? Only a question of time now until you met your end.  Your vision darkened, and you opened your mouth, unable to hold off the inevitable any longer. Water flooded your lungs, and the last thing you felt was a pair of strong arms wrapping around you.

Read on Ao3 here

Word count: 9k

Contents/Warnings:

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!

Porn with plot, Yandere, Monsterfucking, Drowning, Blood and Mild Gore, Non-Consensual Drugging

...also some fluff lol

MINORS DNI!

A/N: I have no excuse for this. Had this idea and got so into it that I ended up writing over 9000 words of Dottore fucking you with his weird shark dick(s). I’d like to blame/thank my Sickos friends for sending that shark fucking doujin (tbf, I asked for it, you know, research and all-), and also (as always) Juni for enabling me. This definitely got out of hand. Love you guys <3

Now pardon me while I wallow in shame that’s as crushing as the judging glare of a thousand grandmothers.

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You couldn’t remember anymore whose idea it had been to bring out the bottles from the Captain’s private stash after he went to bed. You politely declined when they offered you your share of the booze – you knew better than to drink with a crew of sailors that hadn’t felt the embrace of a woman in months. And even when you lay awake in your cabin and felt the waves pick up against the ship’s hull, you didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t until you felt the shockwave of the prow colliding with that rock, hidden by the waves, and the terrifying crushing and creaking sounds as the ship drove into the obstacle with full force, that you realized your impending doom.

How you managed not to get maimed by the walls crumbling in on you was beyond you, and as you floated in the open, between sinking debris and the bodies of the crewmembers, you admired the strange beauty of it all. Everything seemed to be caught in a stasis.

Not the worst view for the last moments of your irrelevant existence, you mused.

You noticed a large silhouette approaching you as your body slowly sank downwards. A shark? Not that it mattered. How long has it been since your last breath of air? Only a question of time now until you met your end. And if you ended up as that shark’s midnight snack, so be it.

A tiny sliver of moonlight cast a dim light onto the scene, and for a moment you thought you caught a glimpse of a human face and arms on the creature before you.

No, impossible, you thought, I’m clearly hallucinating; the lack of oxygen is catching up with me.

Your vision darkened, and you opened your mouth, unable to hold off the inevitable any longer.

Water flooded your lungs, and the last thing you feel is a pair of strong arms wrapping around you.

»»————-————-««

You came to your senses on a small and damp cot; it was dark around you, but a sliver of moonlight filtered in through a section where the wooden wall had caved in.

Everything hurt. Your chest burned, and your throat and neck were unbelievably sore. Why were you even still alive? You thought you’d end up between that shark’s jaws…

Your ears picked up a soft and quiet sloshing sound coming from a corner of the room, prompting you to look around. By the looks of it, you seemed to be inside a ship that had certainly seen far better days. More than half of the floorboards were shattered, making the part where you sat on the cot little more than an island surrounded by water.

You couldn’t see properly in the dark, but you think you’re able to make out eyes watching you from the edge of the floor where wood meets water.

A cloud moves away, allowing the moon to bathe the room in an eerie silver glow.

So there is someone watching.

You stared at a pair of crimson eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim light. The lower half of the person’s face was still hidden underwater, but as you slowly shuffled closer to the edge, their head emerged.

A man, from what you can tell, with odd pale blue hair. He’s handsome, as far as you’re concerned, but there is something strange about his features. They’re too sharp. His skin had a grayish tint to it, and is decorated by a jagged scar across his nose and cheek, as well as some smaller cuts around his lips. A strange earring dangled from his ear; golden ornamentations encasing a vial that emitted a soft bluish glow, casting eerie shadows over his face.

“W-who are y-you?” you asked, your voice unsteady and hoarse through the burn in your throat. You must’ve swallowed a lot of water.

“Did you save me from that shark?”

“Yes,” the man spoke, “I did, in a way.” His voice sounded odd too; it was rich and deep, and definitely not unpleasant, but had a sharp and foreign edge to it.

“Thank you,” you said as you shuffled closer to the edge to get a better look at your savior.

Your body hurt and you could barely move, but you pushed through the discomfort.

He ducked his head as you extended your hand towards him, wanting to help him get out of the water.

“I won't hurt you,” you promised, giving him a reassuring smile.

“You couldnt even hurt a shrimp right now, in the state you're in”

You chuckled. He was probably right.

“What's your name?” you asked.

The man averted his gaze.

You decided to change your approach and introduced yourself. He nodded curtly and repeated your name, as if to become acquainted with the feel of the syllables on his tongue.

“Come on, let me at least thank you properly” you offered, as you once again extended your hand to help him climb out.

He sighed and with an eyeroll, his upper body emerged as he crossed his arms on the edge of the floorboards.

You stared at him, your lips parting in awe at the sight before you.

A set of parallel, slightly flared slits sat at each side of his neck, looking exactly like the gills of a fish. Long hair cascaded over his shoulders down his back, and two strands framed his face elegantly.

Your gaze trailed lower; the gray skin of his muscular chest darkened in a soft gradient towards his sides and back, and the firm planes of his pecs and abs were littered in scars. Your eyes traveled over toned shoulders and biceps, marveling over the fin-like structures that protruded from his forearms; before eventually settling on his dark-skinned hands with long and slender fingers that ended in sharp claws.

“You’re–” your voice died, you could only stare at the man in wonder.

“A merman, yes. What a clever human you are,” he said, almost mocking you.

“I thought your kind only existed in legends–”

Another eyeroll.

This must be a dream. A vivid hallucination in your moment of dying; how else could he be real?

You’re completely and utterly captivated by him.

“Can I see you?” you all but blurted out.

He stared at you.

“What?”

“Can I see you? Your tail I mean? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but this is my first time seeing one of your kind, and–”

Your words died in your throat as he reached forward and placed his hands next to your legs, caging you in with his arms. Supporting himself on the floorboards, he slowly pushed his lower half up, revealing the long gray tail of a shark.

He leaned towards you; Crimson eyes fixed on yours with his face only inches away, he pulled up his tail and sat on the wood before you, his tail fin trailing in the water lazily.

He backed away, leaning on one hand with his head cocked to the side and watched you.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

He was tall - as far as you could tell from his sitting height and the long tail, he would probably tower over most men you'd met in your life, if he were standing on human legs. His build was all lean, toned muscles, and the scars that extended from his face and torso to cover his shark tail as well gave him an alluring wild aura. The tail itself was lighter on the underside, and darker on top, where a jagged dorsal fin sat, near the back of his hips. Another set of long fins protruded from his sides in the same area.

The longer you stared at him, the more you lost yourself in all the small details you discovered. Small droplets of water clung to his skin, and you caught yourself following one with your gaze as it traveled down his firm abs.

You lightly shook your head and trained your eyes back on his elegant face. The long strands that framed his sharp features had begun to dry; and one of them curled around his strange earring.

He smirked - it was obvious he was enjoying your attention, he was almost preening under your curious gaze.

You asked if you could touch him; he nodded as he extended his hand towards you.

He's watching you intently, a curious glint in his eyes as you turn his hand this way and that way, inspect the webs between his fingers, test the sharp point of his claws, and eventually let your fingers graze down his forearm, feeling the smooth scales there, and glide along the edge of his fin.

"Fascinating," you breathed.

He cocked his brow.

"That is not… how humans usually react to my kind."

"But you are! You're–" you gestured towards all of him, "You're beautiful!" You blurted out, a fierce blush spreading on your cheeks.

He gawked at you for a second, but quickly composed himself, and chuckled lightly.

"The lack of oxygen must've impaired your cognitive functions… you almost drowned out there. Rest now, we will talk later."

Before you could protest, he dipped back into the water with one fluid motion, and immediately dived down out of reach.

You sighed and watched the ripples slowly fade where his body had been moments ago.

He was probably right though, you felt dizzy and exhausted. You crawled back onto the cot and immediately succumbed to a deep slumber.

»»————-————-««

When you woke up again, sunlight tickled your skin. You blinked slowly as you came to your senses, and remembered what happened before you passed out.

A merman rescued you from drowning, and brought you here, to what you assumed was an old shipwreck, partially submerged.

You looked around the battered room; the part with the cot you sat in, where the floorboards hadn’t collapsed yet, covered about half of the room. Parts of the wall were shattered and worn down from time, creating little windows that allowed light and fresh air in.

A quiet splash caught your attention. You whipped your head around and saw the merman, your savior, sit on the planks near the edge of the water. He was leaning against the outer wall of the ship, his head cocked into your direction. He was once again watching you with those eyes that resembled glimmering garnets.

“Good morning,” you croaked, your throat still sore.

“It would be a good morning to you, wouldn't it. You slept for two days, not even counting the two days you were out after I pulled you from the wreck."

You stared at him, trying to process the facts.

"How do you feel? Your throat and lungs, specifically?" He asked.

You knitted your brows together. "Better, I think? It still hurts, but not as much as when I woke up the last time."

"Good," he nodded, "it would seem my treatment is taking effect. You will need to stay here for a while longer until you recover fully, though."

You cocked your head. "Treatment? Are you something like a doctor?"

He smirked, "Indeed I am. Or, was, rather."

He paused and gazed out at the waves.

"However, my kind couldn't appreciate my scientific achievements, and banished me from their society."

He turned his head again to meet your gaze, crimson jewels glittering at you.

"Their loss. Now I can freely research, and this wreck here happens to house an extensive library and medical bay."

You smiled sympathetically.

"Is that how you learned to speak our language?"

"Yes. And by observing the sailors that pass through here."

"I see… how does your own language sound, then?" You asked.

He smirked, before opening his mouth and making a series of snarling and growling sounds, interlaced with the odd hiss here and there. You could see his razor sharp teeth peek out.

You grinned, thoroughly amazed at this new world he was letting you see a glimpse of.

"What did you say?" you asked curiously.

"Oh, just…" he flashed you a grin, his pointed teeth gleaming, "that I'm glad to make your acquaintance. I rather like your curious nature~"

His tongue peeked out when he licked his lips as he watched your reaction, and you could have sworn you saw what looked like a serrated edge. It vanished behind his white teeth before you got a good look.

Probably just a trick of the light, you thought.

You blushed and cleared your throat.

"You still haven't told me your name."

"You wouldn't be able to pronounce it, I'm afraid."

You frowned, realizing he was right.

"For now, you may call me Dottore. I found it in one of the ship's books; it seems to be a name for doctors in one of the human languages, and I like the sound of it."

You nodded, and slowly repeated the word a few times to get used to how it felt on your tongue.

"Dottore… I'm delighted to meet you. Thank you for taking care of me." You gave him a warm smile, and he grinned at you in return. You rather liked the look of his sharp teeth like this, it was oddly charming.

»»————-————-««

Without much else to do while you recovered from your brush with death, Dottore and you spent most of the days chatting and learning about each other's cultures. He would often vanish without a word, leaving only a splash and rippling water in the wake of his tail fin, only to return shortly after with random objects from around the wreck to ask you about their name and purpose.

You would return his curiosity with your own, relentlessly asking questions about merfolk society.

He brought you food – strange plants from the reefs you had never seen, but they were undeniably tasty and nutritious. He did try to offer his own diet to you, but after a few bites you had to smile apologetically and admit that raw fish simply wasn't for you.

He would also bring you books from the ship's library to pass the time - made waterproof and preserved by what he explained was essentially a type of magic innate to merpeople.

Dottore took no offense in you touching him - you simply couldn't help it, sometimes. More and more often you let your fingers graze over his smooth and cool skin and his fins, the texture so different, yet still familiar. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the attention you gave him.

He was charming – almost flirty, although you couldn't discern whether it was just his excitement over learning from you, or a deeper interest. Somehow, you hoped for the latter.

"How much longer will the healing process take?" You asked on the fifth day.

"A few days still," he replied.

"But the pain in my chest is almost gone, and I can talk without my throat burning now–"

"That doesn't mean you've recovered," he interrupted.

"Or are you in such a hurry to leave me?" He added with a smirk and a chuckle.

That sent a blush creeping up your face, a reaction that became more and more frequent over the past few days.

You couldn't deny that Dottore had an effect on you.

»»————-————-««

On the sixth day, just when he was about to slip back into the water to let you rest for the night, you grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him.

"Wait. Please."

He froze momentarily, before leaning back against his usual spot against the outer wall.

His eyebrow raised, he asked, "What is it?"

You shuffled closer on your knees, until you were right next to him, your leg pressing against the side of his hip.

“I… want to test something… hold still, okay?” You said and raised both hands to cup his cheeks.

He watched you with that curious glint in his eyes as you slowly closed the distance between your faces. With half lidded eyes, you hesitated for a moment, your lip almost brushing his and feeling his cool breath on your skin, before finally closing the gap.

His lips felt unexpectedly soft when they met yours; cool and smooth with some small bumps from his scars, but overall still very human. You were about to pull away again after a short moment, this was merely supposed to be an experiment to sate your curiosity after all.

And then Dottore kissed you back. What started out as a slow and exploratory dance of his lips against yours, soon turned more and more heated, demanding, even. Hungry. He took the first opportunity to slip his long tongue into your mouth when you had to take a short gasp for breath.

So the jagged edge wasn’t a trick of the light after all, you thought as you felt hardened ridges graze your gums and inside of your cheeks before he entwined his tongue with yours.

Your hands dropped from his face to find purchase in his long hair and around his neck as he all but devoured you. Without leaving your lips for even a single moment, he pushed against you until your back hit the floor. Towering over you with his arms caging you in, he let out a low growl as he kept diving in for more over and over again, leaving you entirely breathless. Only when a long whine tore from your throat did he eventually relent, but not without letting his teeth graze your bottom lip before he broke away. The sharp points pierced through your delicate skin immediately, and he caught the small trail of blood that trickled out with the tip of his tongue.

He pulled away, leaving your panting form on the floor; his gaze dark as he watched you through hooded eyes, lips twisted into an almost predatory grin.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath.

“Well? Were the test results... satisfactory?” He asked with a dark chuckle. Bringing his free hand up to his face, he wiped the remnants of your blood from his lip with two fingers and you could only stare up at him completely mesmerized when he slowly licked them clean, holding your gaze the entire time.

After a moment, he bent down again, until his lips were right next to your ear.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he rasped, his breath against your skin sending pleasant shivers down your spine. “Good night, my treasure~”

Before you could even process what just happened, he pulled away and slipped off the edge of the planks, the black water swallowing him. He popped his head out one last time for a teasing smirk before disappearing into the depths, leaving you alone with your dazed smile.

»»————-————-««

Your daily routine with Dottore changed. Sure, you would still spend the majority of the day chatting; but you now often took longer breaks from talking that were instead spent clinging to each other’s lips.

Whenever you’d read books together; he either put his arm around you, pulling you close by your waist, or would hoist you into his lap altogether.

You had also begun to swim with him in the collapsed part of your room where the water led into the depths of the wreck. Your lung function still felt a little limited however, and you would tire out quickly. Dottore would always pull you close as soon as he noticed your exhaustion, roll over so he was floating in the water on his back, and let you sit on him, straddling his waist to allow you to rest while still keeping you close. You would even fall asleep on his chest like that sometimes, held close by his arms so you would not slip and fall into the water.

You didn’t think about your recovery time again.

Whenever your makeout sessions would turn a tad too heated, or your wandering hands too curious, he would chuckle darkly with that velvety voice of his, smirk and pull away, always leaving you yearning for more. He would in turn tease you relentlessly, touches lingering closer and closer to where you secretly wanted them, but never quite close enough.

To be honest, you weren’t sure if those activities would even be possible between you, there was quite the difference in your anatomies after all. At least you guessed there was; sexuality was one of the very few subjects you hadn’t discussed so far.

Maybe he was disgusted by the idea of being intimate with a human? But then again, his touches held too much intent, too much promise for that to be true. Should you be disgusted? Was this wrong? You didn’t know. You only knew your body reacted to him and everything he did, and you longed to be as close as possible to him.

»»————-————-««

You were sitting on the edge of the floorboards, your legs dangling in the water, as you watched your companion twirl around in the water. The legends you had heard as a child all suggested that merpeople had a playful streak to their behavior, but you were surprised to see how much it held true even for large predators such as Dottore. He was currently chasing around a small group of squids that had somehow found their way inside, but you knew he was merely playing with them, not unlike how a cat would toy with its prey. He was just drawing out the inevitable for the mollusks; you knew he would strike and end their meaningless little lives whenever he felt like it. After a few minutes, he eventually grew bored of playing chase, and tore his claws and teeth through the squids in the blink of an eye. He emerged, swallowing down the last chunk of his snack, and drifted over to where you sat perched on the wood.

Settling himself between your legs, so you could lock them around his waist if you wanted, he pushed himself up to place a small kiss onto the corner of your lips. You smiled and returned the tender gesture.

“Dottore, I want to know your real name,” you announced. “I know you said I wouldn’t be able to pronounce it, but please… try to teach me. There has to be a way. I want to understand your language too.”

He pulled away a fraction, surprise evident on his features. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Well, there is one method…” he mused, stroking his chin for a moment. He nodded, before pushing against you for a stormy kiss. “Wait here, my treasure. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He winked at you before disappearing into the water.

He returned in the late afternoon, as the sun already hung low on the horizon, bathing your room in a warm light.

You moved from your resting spot to sit on the edge of the planks as soon as you saw him.

Dottore swam up to you, gently grabbing your thigh with one hand as he held up an odd looking plant with the other.

“This is the root of a rare plant that grows in a few remote caves. Once you eat it, you will gain the ability to understand and speak the language of my kind,” he explained.

“What? That’s amazing!” you squealed, excited at the opportunity to be even closer to him.

Without hesitation, you plucked the slimy root from his hand and stuck it into your mouth.

It tasted horrible, but you should have expected that much. Forcing yourself to chew the bitter plant, you were finally able to swallow it after a few long moments. You grimaced as you tried to rid yourself of the taste.

“How do you feel?” Dottore asked.

“A bit dizzy, but otherwise fine… how do I know when it takes effect?

He just stared at you, crimson eyes wide in amazement.

Oh.

Dottore grinned as he saw the realization on your face.

“That… was quick? I don’t feel different, shouldn’t I feel something on my vocal cords?” you became faintly aware of the hissing and snarling undertones in your voice that weren’t present minutes ago.

“Apparently not,” he grinned, “I love how your voice sounds like this.”

He pushed his body up, supported by his arms that were once again placed firmly against your sides on the wood. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he trailed small feathery kisses along your skin.

You giggled as his breath tickled your neck.

“You wanted to tell me your name, remember?”

He stopped teasing your neck and met your expectant gaze.

“Zandik. My name is Zandik.”

Your lips curled into a wide smile.

“It sounds beautiful… Zandik.” You repeated the two syllables slowly.

Zandik’s gaze darkened.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

“Zandik.”

“Again,” he demanded, his voice dropping lower.

“Zandik,” You breathed as his face inched closer to yours.

“Again,” he growled.

“Zandi–” He didn’t let you finish.

In one fluid motion, he pushed you back and pinned you down with his upper body. His lips were on yours in an instant, and he forced his long tapered tongue into your mouth without hesitation.

He kissed you so fiercely, so passionately and deep that he all but sucked the air right out of you. You gasped into his mouth, and he pulled away just enough to meet your gaze, burning embers boring right into you through heavy lids. A thin string of saliva still connected your lips as he rasped, voice deep and like liquid velvet, “You really have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

He closed the gap again, but this time to litter your jawline with open mouthed kisses, trailing lower down the column of your neck until he found a particularly sensitive spot at your pulse point.

He sucked at it harshly, and you jolted as you felt the telltale sting of his teeth grazing your tender flesh. At this point, you didn’t even care if he drew blood, the feeling of his mouth against you far more pleasurable than the pain. He growled against your skin, and the vibrations together with the onslaught of sensations sent heat shooting down your body, pooling rapidly between your thighs. Zandik’s clawed hands began to roam over your body, greedily pawing at your clothed curves and dipping down ever so slightly to trace the outline of your cunt through your shorts.

“Zandik…please…” you whined, his teasing making your head spin.

“Please what?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Touch me,” you panted, “want more of you–”

Your voice broke into a strangled moan when he pressed down against your clit through your clothes, before all but ripping away your top, fully exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. Despite the warm evening air, your nipples were already stiff just from his teasing alone, and you shivered as he gave your chest a small lick.

He smirked as he closed his lips around one nipple, roughly kneading your other breast with his free hand as his jagged tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. The texture of the harder ridges against your delicate skin was foreign to you, but enhanced the sensation even more. Mere moments later, you were already shivering in anticipation beneath him, and he hadn’t even touched you properly yet.

The heat between your legs was quickly becoming unbearable, and you tried to rub your thighs together to feel at least some friction against your aching core. Zandik noticed, and pulled away from your nipple with a small pop.

“Tch, impatient, are we? Very well, I don’t want to torture my treasure like this~”

His hands trailed down your stomach and abdomen as he let himself glide back down into the water. Hooking his slender fingers into the waistband of your shorts, he pulled them off swiftly, earning a gasp from you as the air hit your soaked cunt.

His gaze was fully trained on your sex as he traced your glistening folds with his digits, marveling at how easily your body reacted to his touch.

With shallow breath, you watched through hooded eyes as he explored you; the way he was so focused on your most sensitive parts sent a deep blush creeping up your cheeks.

His fingertip found your clit, and your hand flew up to cover your mouth, stifling the moan that threatened to spill out as he began to rub little circles into the sensitive bud.

He stopped immediately, glancing up at you with a frown.

“No. Let me hear you.”

He withdrew his hands from your folds, instead moving them up to grab the plush flesh of your hips.

“Actually, I wish to test something I’ve read about in a… very particular book that I found in one of the ship’s cabins.” He paused as he lowered his head between your legs, his cheek resting against your thigh as he looked up at you with a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“Apparently, doing this is highly pleasurable for human females… Let me see if that claim holds up, would you?”

You stared at him as his face dipped lower, until his mouth was merely an inch away from your already dripping core.

“Ah, and of course,” he added, his breath against you making you shiver, “don’t hold back those lovely sounds you make…”

You drew in a sharp breath when his tongue made contact with your heat. Without breaking his gaze away from you for a single moment, he languidly traced the outline of your soft folds with the tip of his tongue, before dipping into your slit to lick a long stripe upwards, ending at your clit. You were sure you’d combust under the force of his gaze alone. And then Zandik smirked, closed his perfect lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked, and it was all over for you.

A lewd moan ripped from your throat as your eyes rolled back from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. He chuckled against you; the vibrations on your clit jolting through you like electricity.

He guided your legs up to rest on his shoulders and wrapped both arms around your thighs, holding you firmly in place. He closed his eyes, and dove back in for his meal.

His pace as his slick tongue lapped and swirled around your core was relentless, and you snaked your hands down to find purchase in his hair, desperate for something to ground you. He grunted as you tugged at his roots harshly, but it only seemed to spur him on even more. Zandik devoured you like he had been starving for you, and soon you found yourself bucking your hips up to meet his mouth, already on the brink of release after merely a few minutes. After a few more especially vicious swirls of his tongue, where the ridges along its edge pressed against your sensitive clit just right, you toppled over the edge you had been balancing on. Shameless moans and cries of pleasure spilled from your lips as you rode out your high, grinding your cunt against his mouth until the last waves of your orgasm faded. He greedily lapped up your juices as he watched your face, staring at you with crazed, lust-blown eyes.

“Beautiful,” he rasped, “do that again for me.”

You could only stare at him completely dazed, your chest heaving as you slowly came down from your climax. He didn’t give you much time to recover, too eager to taste you again as his tongue already slid back between your folds.

“Hmmm, I wonder what happens if I do this,” he purred against your cunt, and teasingly prodded your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

You drew in a sharp breath as he pushed inside, his gaze never leaving yours. You could feel every single ridge graze your walls, and it felt utterly delicious. His movements were calculated at first, exploratory, as if he was trying to map out every dip and test your reactions. Each thrust of his tongue went a little deeper; and you could feel he was getting greedier with every push forward. Then Zandik wrapped both arms around your hips and thighs and lifted them up, changing the angle so that his tongue reached even further.

You let out an unrestrained moan at the sudden change; you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and feeling his mouth on you, his tongue so deep inside, made your walls flutter as you felt yourself being pulled closer to the edge once more.

You faintly noticed his long tail swishing around nervously under the water’s surface, and somehow his fins seemed to stand up more; even their color appeared to be darker than usual. You hoped this meant he was enjoying himself as well.

Your brain was too fuzzy to really dwell on the thought however, not when he suddenly curled the tip of his tongue upwards, pushing right into your sweet spot.

Your back arched from the sudden spike of pleasure, and you subconsciously pushed your hips even closer towards his mouth.

“Zandik– aahh, I–” you gasped, the heat inside you becoming unbearable as he abused that sensitive spot relentlessly, pushing his tongue into it over and over again until you felt like you were melting.

He wound his arms around you even tighter, unabashedly moaning against you when you began to convulse around him.

The tension in your core finally snapped, and you shook violently in his grasp as you shattered on his tongue.

Your chants and gasps of his name mingled with his own grunts and delighted hums as he drank up your essence like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

For a few moments, you could only lie there on the wood, staring up at the damp ceiling, your chest heaving as you tried to come back to your senses.

Zandik granted you that moment of reprieve, softly nuzzling your thigh and pressing kisses into your flushed skin while you regained your breath.

Once he noticed you had calmed down from your high, he crawled back up on top of you to kiss you, deep and passionately. His hands began to wander again, clawed fingers grazing your sides and ghosting over your breasts, and despite having just been served two mind-shattering orgasms, you felt heat pool in your center yet again. You knew he was far from satiated either; it was obvious from the way his kisses once again grew hungrier as his lips traveled down the side of your neck, purple marks blossoming in their wake. You were nothing but putty in his hands, and you let out a small gasp when you felt something hard poke your thigh as he ground his hips against you lightly.

“Zandik? Is that–”, you breathed, lashes fluttering open to meet his eyes, just as lust-blown as your own.

“Yes.”

“Would that even work? I mean–”

“Of course it would,” he replied, his deep voice urgent and full of need, “The difference in anatomy isn’t as great as you might think. I have no doubt you’ll be able to take me, treasure.”

He ground his hips against you again to emphasize his words. His hardness brushed against an especially sensitive spot on the inside of your thigh, drawing a low whine from you.

“Let me see you,” you panted as you pushed yourself up to your elbows, and glanced down between your bodies.

You didn’t know what you expected, but to your surprise you saw two slender cocks protrude from a fold in his scales between his pelvic fins, snuggled together and curving towards one another. They were slightly thinner than that of a human, so that their combined girth seemed to be only a little more than a well-endowed man’s. They were significantly longer though, and instead of the usual bulbous head they tapered into tips about as thick as a finger. Most striking though were the rows of ridges that wrapped around the length of both shafts, bumps that curved down slightly to almost form blunt little hooks. Near the base the color matched the pale skin on his abdomen, but it changed to dark gray in a soft gradient closer to the tips.

Your mouth watered at the sight. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about how unnatural all of this was.

He followed your gaze, grinding his cocks over your clit and folds teasingly, and the feel of their weight alone was enough to make you throw your head back with a drawn out whine, your hole already fluttering at the mere thought of feeling him inside you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, “I need you– Please–”

Supporting himself with one hand next to your head, he gazed down at you, his hair cascading around both of you. His eyes locked with yours, Zandik lined himself up with your entrance, grabbed your thigh and he slowly pushed into you.

The way he stretched you out was heavenly, and you forgot how to breathe for a moment as your face contorted into a silent scream of pleasure.

You could feel every single one of his ridges grazing your fluttering walls, and you’re almost about to come again just from him pushing into you.

Panting, you gazed up at him with hooded eyes. He was beautiful. A small crease appeared between his brows and his lips parted slightly as he looked down between you and watched how greedily your cunt sucked him in.

He didn't fit in completely, and you didn't expect him to; There was still about a third of his shafts left before his pelvis would meet your skin.

He slowly began to move after giving you a moment to adjust. You moaned lewdly at the feeling of his ridges catching on your slick walls on the way out.

“Mmmm you’re so tight… so perfect for me,” he moaned before pushing in again, with slightly more force now.

He settled into a slow rhythm that seemed almost gentle, as if he was afraid he'd break you if he went faster.

Zandik caressed your cheek and smiled at you sweetly.

“But I'm afraid this won’t do, my treasure…”

He pulled out of you completely and dragged you down towards the water, his arm wrapped around your waist tightly.

You’re confused as to what he was planning, but your mind was already too hazy and fucked out to really question him.

“Turn around for me,” he whispered in your ear as soon as you were both in the water.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as his breath ghosted over your neck, the deep rumble of his voice making you shiver in anticipation.

Holding onto the floorboards with one hand, you turned, smirking at him over your shoulder as you presented your ass to him.

He let out a low growl.

"Yes, that's good…”

His hands trailed down your back, agonizingly slow as he let his claws graze over every single dip and bump of your spine, before roughly grabbing a hold of your ass. After a short moment, one hand moved back up to pin your hand against the wood, while the other traveled around to splay across your abdomen.

Zandik pressed his body against your back, his larger frame towering over you, and guided your hips against his with a hard push of his hand on your stomach.

You bit down on your lip as you felt his rock hard cocks press against your ass, before he slipped between your thighs to grind against your aching core.

Without another warning, he plunged into you, prompting a drawn-out moan to fall from your lips at the sudden stretch.

His tips reached far deeper inside you like this, but he still did not bottom out.

Without waiting for you to adjust to his size, he gave you a few harsh thrusts, each of them knocking the air out of you as he went deeper every time.

You felt so full already, but he still kept on pushing deeper.

A faint sense of panic rushed over you as you started to struggle in his hold.

“Zandik–” you panted heavily in between his thrusts, “it’s not gonna—”

His hold around you tightened.

“Oh yes, it will,” he growled, “now stop squirming.”

Suddenly, your shoulder exploded in white-hot pain as he sunk his teeth into your flesh. A bloodcurdling scream rips out of you. The force of his jaws is so strong that you feared he might bite a chunk out of you.

With one final vicious thrust, his hips snapped hard against you as he bottomed out in you, and your scream transformed into an unhinged moan as you cum from the sheer feeling of being filled to the brim, mind numbing pleasure only heightened by the pain from his bite.

Grunting, he rocked against you as your walls squeezed him impossibly tight, locking him in as your body spasmed until the last wave of your orgasm had washed over you.

Finally, his mouth unlatched from your shoulder, and he turned your face towards him with a bruising grip on your jaw.

His gaze was absolutely feral and unhinged, and your blood dripped from his teeth and lips and smeared all over his chin as he gave you a crazed grin.

“See? I told you I have no doubt you’ll take me~” he laughed wildly.

His hand slid down the plane of your stomach, settling on the small bump that had formed on your abdomen.

“And look… you took every last inch… good girl,” he purred in your ear before pressing down on the bulge his cocks created, drawing another scream of pleasure from you. You were so sensitive and overstimulated at this point, and everything was so much; but something seemed to have snapped in your mind the second he dug his teeth into you. You were completely at his mercy, and you couldn’t even try to care anymore.

Zandik gave you a shallow thrust to tease you, almost gentle in comparison to what he did moments ago.

“But I have another surprise for you, my treasure…” he cooed.

Before you could register what was happening, his arms locked around you once more, and he began to lower both of you down into the water.

Once you realized what he’s about to do, panic surged through you.

“No, wait–” you tried to stop him.

The water was already touching your chin, but Zandik just chuckled darkly.

“Relax, you’re gonna be fine…” he rasped and dipped backwards, letting the water envelop you completely.

You tried to thrash against his hold but his grip was too strong as he quickly pulled you deeper into the dark water.

Faintly, you registered the ship’s wooden doors and hallways rushing past as Zandik dragged you along. Where was he taking you?

Despite your panic, a guttural moan vibrated through your throat as his length pushed deeper into you once more. A horrid mix of dread and pleasure coursed through you as you felt the ridges on his cocks expand inside you, effectively locking you in place, keeping you impaled no matter how much you struggled.

He bit down on your shoulder again, and there was no way you could hold back the scream that ripped through you. Water flooded your mouth and lungs immediately, and everything hurt.

Your vision started to fade around the edges from the sheer pain and lack of oxygen, but you could make out shapes of what looked to be a larger, more luxurious room. The former captain’s quarters?

What does it matter, you thought. Your lungs were filled with water, and your consciousness should fade away any moment now. The pain in your chest was unbearable. You closed your eyes and waited for the inevitable.

But it didn’t happen.

You frowned

… why were you still alive? Zandik had drowned you, why—

A sharp slicing pain seared the sides of your neck, and you screamed again, your eyes opening wide in shock.

Somehow you were able to yank your hand free and bring it up to your neck.

Cold dread washed over you as you realized what your fingertips were touching.

Gills??

“I see you’re finally catching on,” Zandik snarled into your ear, emphasizing his words with a harsh thrust.

“Wha— why– Zandik, what have you done??” you shrieked, deeply unsettled by the feeling of water in your throat.

”I saved you.”

“Wha—” you started, nothing but confusion in your hazy mind, but your words get knocked out of you.

He slammed you down on a table, your breasts pressing against the slippery wood uncomfortably.

“You heard me; I saved you,” he said as he pushed against your ass, settling into a slow pace.

“You see, little treasure, you really were about to die out there when I found you. Your lungs were already full of water, what else could I have done? I couldn’t just leave you to drown, could I?” He said it so casually, as if he wasn’t rearranging your insides right at this moment. He kept moving his hips as he spoke, as if nothing happened; and every single one of his slow thrusts was so forceful that he pushed you up the table each time his hips snapped against yours.

“So, let me walk you through how we ended up here,” he drawled, driving his lengths right into your g-spot to emphasize his words.

“After making sure you’d survive by sharing the air I had stored in my own lungs with you, I brought you to my humble abode and started treating you. You know about that part, of course, but what you didn't realize at the time were the side effects…” he paused to caress the newly developed gills on your neck, before closing his fingers around your throat for a moment.

“You see, I never intended to let you go after I had brought you here. That part about your recovery time was obviously a lie, and I’m sorry for not telling you earlier. The truth is, you were never going to recover. Your lungs were destroyed, there really was no saving you, I’m afraid…” His voice was sickeningly sweet as he bent down to whisper in your ear.

“From the moment I saw you floating in the water, I knew I wanted to keep you. Mind you – my intention was never to make you my mate; I wanted to learn from you first and foremost. Everything that developed between us–” He thrust into you hard, earning a pitiful moan from you. “Everything else that happened was your own fault. I instantly realized your curiosity was more than just learning about my world. Do you think I didn’t notice how your eyes glazed over every time you trailed your hands over my skin? How you stared at me, licking and biting your lips when you thought I wasn’t watching? Tell me, did you fantasize about me filling up your tight little cunt even back then?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back.

“Well?” he demanded, mocking you.

Your mind was already far too hazy to fully process what he said, and whatever answer fell from your lips was nothing more than incoherent babbling.

He drilled into you as deep as he could reach, and the moan that reverberated from your throat was utterly unhinged.

“Just as I thought,” he chuckled.

“Back then, I decided to let you play around, just to see how far you were willing to go; and to be honest, at first it was just that for me as well – merely playing around. I won’t deny I enjoyed the attention you gave me. What I didn’t expect however, was that you would kiss me. I think that must have flipped a switch inside me. From that moment on, I became completely obsessed with you, in a way that went far beyond my initial scientific curiosity. I wanted to make you mine, to ravage you, to tear you apart and put you back together piece by piece…” His voice trailed off into a low whine as he nuzzled his face into your neck from behind.

“Do you even understand how hard it was for me to wait until you were ready for your transformation?”

He straightened his back, looking down at your panting, fucked out face beneath him as he roughly grabbed your waist with both hands, claws digging deep into your tender flesh.

“I’m sure now you understand why I simply have to fuck you completely senseless… Drive my cocks into your greedy cunt over and over again, make you cum until the only thing you remember is my name… Breed you, fill you up to the brim with my seed… Oh, you got tighter just now, does that thought turn you on?” he cooed.

“You really are sick in your mind… are you not ashamed?” He was openly mocking you now, but somehow his words only made you feel even more aroused.

“Did you even realize that you came again when I almost drowned you, right as the water flooded your lungs? You squeezed me so hard when you thought you were dying, I almost finished on the spot… But that would have been a shame, wouldn’t it?”

Your entire body burned from arousal and shame at his words, and you could only whimper and beg for him to fuck you.

Zandik finally picked up his pace and soon he was railing you so hard that you couldn’t form a single coherent thought anymore. There was only burning hot pleasure inside your mind, only him and the feeling of his cocks so deep inside you.

He was absolutely relentless. He drilled his lengths into you without pause, and soon his fingers found your throbbing clit again, rubbing in sync with his harsh thrusts.

He slowed down from time to time to edge himself, it was as if he wanted to draw this out as long as possible. The only things that left your mouth now were screams of pleasure and wanton moans, along with desperate cries of his name.

You lost count of how many times he made you cum, and slowly you feel your consciousness fading from exhaustion.

Your lashes fluttered, threatening to close, as he pulled at your hair harshly, yanking your head back as he growled into your ear:

“You’re mine now, my treasure, mine, mine, mine!! Say it! Who do you belong to?”

“Yours! I’m yours, Zandik!” you cried out, your tears lost in the salty water.

“Good girl,” he whispered before he dropped your head back on the table.

His thrusts were so hard and deep now that you can almost feel every single one of them in your heart like a punch. Animalistic grunts and snarls leave his mouth as he frantically chased his high, moving you up and down his lengths as if you were nothing but a doll.

With one last harsh push he buried himself in you to the hilt, and a loud and absolutely unhinged moan rips from his throat as he spilled his seed into you.

Your vision faded to black as Zandik roughly grabbed your ass with both hands to lock you in place as the pleasure of his climax shook through him, claws digging into your plush flesh so hard he’s sure to leave deep marks.

“My treasure~” he cooed sweetly, grabbing your chin and turning your head as you didn't react, limp in his grasp.

“Tsk. Already passed out. What a pity.”

»»————-————-««

When you woke up, you were curled up somewhere soft and comfortable. Your lashes fluttered as you slowly opened your eyes, blinking until your vision cleared.

It was dark, but the darkness seemed to be illuminated by hundreds of blue lights all around you, bathing the room in an eerie glow. You could make out rough shapes of an unfamiliar room, but not enough to pinpoint where you were.

You tried to turn your head, until your cheek met firm planes of muscles.

A chuckle met your ears and you looked up to see Zandik’s wide grin, sharp rows of teeth on full display.

“Wha– what happened?” you asked, your voice unsteady and your mind still a bit hazy.

“It seems I was a little rough with you, my treasure…” he laughed quietly.

You frowned as you tried to remember the details of what had happened.

“You… drowned me? But also didn’t, what…” Your mind struggled to piece together the fragments.

“As I said before, I saved you… you would have died when I pulled you out of that wreckage, your lungs were too damaged to recover on their own… but with the help of my treatment, you’re now stronger than ever, isn’t that great? I gave you everything you need to comfortably survive underwater!”

Zandik sounded ecstatic, but you still struggled to catch on.

“You… transformed me? Into a mermaid?” you asked, glancing down at your limbs to check. Your legs looked normal, no tail in sight. Your eyes caught on a few gray scales here and there however, and when you turned your hands around, you noticed the webbed skin between your fingers.

“No, I wouldn’t want that,” he replied quickly, “I have no need for my kind. You are so perfectly human, who am I to change that, save for the bare minimum of what's necessary to assure your survival?”

“But… why… why go to such lengths…”

You were so confused.

Zandik grabbed your cheeks with both hands, cradling your face as he stared at you; wild crimson eyes burning with desire.

“Don’t you realize it? Now you can stay with me forever! You won’t need anything else ever again, I will provide you with everything you could possibly want. You’ll never have to leave me! I love you, my treasure, I love you!”

He caught your lips in a fierce kiss. An odd feeling lingered at the back of your mind, as if something should be bothering you, but your mind was too fuzzy to realize what it was. He said he loved you, and you were in his arms, he would keep you safe, and that was all that mattered.

“I love you too, Zandik,” you whispered against his lips before parting them to welcome his tongue, letting yourself be devoured by him.

[dreamkenn]

I’m so glad these r open again!! I’ve been waiting to send this 🙏

Scara w an electro vision using it on sub fem readers nipples, neck n clit <3 he could be eating her out, fingering her, fucking her, or just teasing her, but I like to imagine he gets of on overstimulating her with it, and then calling her dregrading names when he sees/feels how wet it makes her.

Dom! Scaramouche x sub! reader. Smut. Vision play. Overstimulation. Degradation. Fingering. Cunilligus.

a/n: I jumped on this request as soon as I saw it. You always have the most delicious asks. Since you are used to the way I write, I hope you don't mind if I get a little carried away with this. I hope you enjoy.

Scaramouche's tongue swirled ruthlessly around your clit, sending jolt of Electro through it, making your walls clench around his fingers. He scoffed, smirking into your cunt. "You clenched around my fingers like fucking slut." He sped up the pace of his fingers, fucking them up to the knuckle inside of you.

You cried out, writhing against the bed, whimpering in pleasure, desperately bucking your hips up into his fingers. "You like while I degrade you, what a whore," Scaramouche lifted his head, spitting on your pussy before pinching your clit, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. "Your greedy little cunt can't get enough of my fingers fucking you raw, can it?"

He plunged his fingers back inside of you, scissoring your walls apart, imbuing Electro on his fingers, enjoying the way drool trickled from the side of your mouth as you moaned. Reaching around, he grabbed handful of your hair, yanking on it. "Beg for me, slut. Cry for me to make you come like the whore you are."

His fingers hooked against your sweet spot, sending a jolt of Electro against it. His cock hardened when you screamed in pleasure. Scaramouche enjoyed watching you fall apart, your hand gripping his wrist, urging his fingers deeper inside of you.

He laughed when you choked back sobs of pleasure, barely being able to string a coherent sentence together at first.

"Please, make me come, Master," You pleaded, earning a shock of Electro against your clit, his thumb pressing rough, slow circles.

"You think that's good enough, you pathetic slut," Scaramouche taunted, swallowing back a groan of lust when his degradation made you feel wetter.

"Louder!" He commanded, his lips latching around your clit again.

"Please! I'm begging you! Make me come screaming, Master! I'll be a good girl and suck your cock after if you want," You pleaded, your fingers tangling in his hair, pressing his mouth against your cunt, your body twitching from overstimulation.

His Electro unrelenting, his fingers continued to abuse your walls until you came, barely hearing yourself scream his name as he lapped up your release.

Wiping his mouth, Scaramouche took out his cock, and pushed it into your mouth. "You better not stop sucking until I have come down your slut throat at least twice."

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At the time of the Heat-Quelling Soup...

© Melli ~ Don’t share/repost without credit please.

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Headcanon that Dottore keeps going even if someone walks in. He does not care, he could have a whole crowd of his underlings watching and he'll still fuck you brainless and prove that you belong to him alone while he's at it.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, exhibitionism, slight humiliation, kinda dubcon, more than 5 sentences but I’m not sorry about it, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ ahhhh not my first request for my favorite ( ??? ) character in genshin! be nice to me i know these characters from lore videos and dialogue clips. not proofread & written at work so mistakes may be present. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

if you hadn’t dropped your head, or try to hide yourself against his solid frame, shrink into it so small when you heard the sound of the heavy door creaking as it opened, maybe Dottore would’ve stopped— maybe his hips would’ve stilled, or better yet, he would’ve pulled out so you could stop mewling like a needy kitten as you’re impaled on his cock.

but he didn’t.

he sees how sheepish you become, trying to bury your face in his chest, your knees scraping along his ribs, that he can’t help but allow a wicked grin to play across his couplet, holding up one, slender finger when his name is called— the underling who addressed him silenced in an instant. then, with his other hand creeping up between your shoulder blades, and grabs hold of your hair at the root at the back of your head, snatching your head until your back arches. with a pathetically submissive whine, you lean into a back bend until he’s satisfied, and the second your eyelids flutter open again, you know why; you’re staring directly into the younger man’s eyes, and Dottore slams his hips, letting out a pleased puff of air when you grab on to his forearms and sink your nails in to combat his ferocity.

“I can come back—“ the man shifts on his feet, cheeks pink— he’s obviously uncertain if he should be staring at you as hard as he is.

“No need,” Dottore grunts between wicked thrusts, his velvety baritone barely audible over the skin slaps and your cries of unbridled ecstasy, “it will only take another moment or so to fuck this one out. You can stay exactly where you are and simply enjoy the show and once every thought has dissipated from her pretty, little head; then you may speak to me.”

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 && 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 !!

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if so bad why so hot

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Can I ask for Fatui Men reacting to a very small reader pulling away when they go balls deep? Like, they're so full down there and the stretch is just too much?

Oh, do you do anon names?

I'm pretty short so I feel like I can relate to this request. And as for Anon names, I don't do them much but I have for a few Anon's.

Pairing: Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Pierro, Capitano, Scaramouche

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, overstimulation, size kink, size difference, aftercare, dub-con (for Dottore)

A/N: I know Scaramouche is now the Wanderer but I'm still gonna count him here.

Childe would coo you into taking more, it's alright, he'll go as slow as you need him to. There's no shame if you want to back off but he really wants to be balls deep inside of you, it feels so good when his whole length is wrapped up in your slick warmth. So can you do that? Can you take just a little more for him? If you do he promises to... kiss it better afterwards.

Dottore grins down and you manically and grabs you firmly by the hips, preventing you from moving. You wanted this, don't start acting like you didn't just because it hurts a little. He could turn that pain into mind-numbing pleasure you know, just give yourself over to him. No matter how much it hurts he'll make you finish frim it, he'll blur that line between pleasure and pain for you.

Pantalone talks you down and lets you back away. He's trying to make this work for you both, trying to find a compromise. Would you take him in a different hole? Or maybe you just need to be stretchered a bit more? He's happy with anything you give him, but you know, and he knows what gets his cock throbbing the most. He tries again, this time while holding your hand and gently kissing you until he feels his balls finally smack against you.

Pierro is a patient man. He's almost too relaxed as you wiggle on top of him, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other against his cheek. As much as he would love for you to take all the time you need there is a needy part of him that wants to hear his balls smacking against you as you ride his cock. He pushes you down a little, just to send you the message. He's patient but even he has his limits.

Capitano keeps your hands pinned behind your back with only one hand while the other works on your clit to the point where you're crying. He knows he's huge so the only way he can get inside of you comfortably is when you're coming, dripping wet and offering no resistance to his cock. It's also when you're most sensitive and prone to orgasaming when ever he tell you to, bucking your hips against his, taking him as deep as he can get.

Scaramouche would jerk his hips into yours with more and more force every time he feels you trying to back away. It would keep you on the edge, it would make you want more and none at all, it would make you confused but compliant for him. He likes it when you listen, when you know where your place is, with who your place is and who your pretty pussy needs to be fucked by.

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should have drawn the handcuffs

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this tweet is making me explode