#flamebringer x reader

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

🎀 asked ↺ HPLY SHIT FLAMEBRINGER HAS ME DOWN BAD. HIS VOICE. THE EDGE MIXED WITH A LOVE FOR FLOWERS... NEW SARKAZ BOY ACQUIRED /VPOS. i feel like he's either the sweetest lover or wants to take you from behind and fuck you into oblivion. there is no in-between.

cw. sub!reader, mean!flamebringer, rough sex, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), big cock, overstimulation, dacryphilia, possessive behaviors, size kink, strength kink, hickies, blood kink, mating press, full nelson, doggy style & sex marathons. MINORS DNI!!

art credit. (please go check 'em out, art is super good!! they do have nsfw art so minors beware!!)

he's the type of boyfriend who would use you as his personal armrest, but if someone else tries it, he swings at them then acts like he didn't just try to start a fight. honestly the man is so unpredictable but i'm pretty sure he'd be less of a menace to you at the very least, letting you fall asleep on his admittedly comfy chest without voicing a complaint once. and good luck trying to pry him off of you when he's fallen asleep on you, bc that man has an absolute death grip and he's not gonna let go anytime soon.

flamebringer can and will fuck you into oblivion, his calloused hands tightly gripping your waist as he slams himself against your backside over and over. his cock spreads you open far wider than what could be considered normal, reaching so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. each brutish thrust pricks at nerves that have you sobbing and babbling stupidly, erasing any figments of thoughts or cares. there's nothing to ground you, nothing to think of but the way flamebringer fucks you into the mattress until he finally cums, painting your insides white with thick creamy globs. but just once isn't enough to satisfy him — the sarkaz needs the entirety of rhodes island to know who's fucking you this good. he won't stop until his stamina has run out and he's emptied his heavy balls into you, even if you're beyond exhausted by that point.

the hickies and deep bites he leaves behind are the type that stand out like a sore thumb and take weeks to heal up entirely. all the makeup in the world can't hide the indents of his teeth against your collarbone, or the love bites decorating the sides of your neck. and that doesn't even begin to account for the mess he made on the rest of your body. his bites tear deep enough to draw blood, the pain triggering fat tears to stain your cheeks, and he watches with a primal sort of hunger when he watches you sob like that. it's gotten to the point where you've begun to become terribly aroused by the searing pain, your mind so fogged that you can only focus on the painful pleasure that flamebringer delivers. and all of it is done with a purpose, since he's got such a nasty possessive streak on him, smug arrogance filling his chest when he watches you make a feeble, and admittedly pathetically adorable, attempt at walking after he'd just finished blowing out your backside.

flamebringer's strength is the source of his fiery pride, especially since he can use it to his advantage when he wants to fuck you senseless. he can, without a doubt, fuck you in full nelson, arms hooked under your plush thighs, his self-control cracking with each warbled moan escaping your lips. mating press has to be his absolute favorite, however, since he can watch each cute expression you make and be able to crush you beneath him, snuffing out any hopes you have of attempting to crawl away from him. the position allows him to reach even deeper, his fat cock brushing against sensitive nerves that leave you jolting and desperately clinging onto him. he just finds it so cute that you're chanting his name — stupidly babbling it like it's the only thing you can even remember. and of course, each time he cums, each load will stay safely nestled deep inside your oversensitive hole. at least, until he pulls out, your gaping walls unable to keep his seed from dripping out.

keep being this cute and pliant for him and he really may never want to ever let you go. it's only a matter of time before he can truly claim you as his♡

[deepdrownlamentt]

Hello feeshcule ehehehehe may i ask for how headcanons on how tequila and flamebringer are like when it comes to hand-holding (separately) ? thank you very much in advance (-> sry I'm insufferable when it comes to these two🐥)

↬ flamebringer & tequila handholding hcs

content warnings:

note: feeshcule... yue i think you're trying to kill me :/ what happened to mercy... forgiveness... everyone is so mean 2 me........... anyways here r ur welfare guard boys!!! its a little short . i couldnt think of what more to write . but i hope u enjoy :)

↬FLAMEBRINGER's hands are just about as rough and calloused as you might expect, from years of wielding a sword and doing work in the gardens. and while sometimes it might seem like he's just as gruff when it comes to you, the fact that that's not necessarily the case isn't exactly something he's going to start spouting out of nowhere.

↬ he has a habit of holding onto your wrist, your upper arm. he's not quite one for pda, but it suffices for the meantime — he gets to sate any desires you might have to hold his hand, and he also gets to... you know, hold your hand.

↬ in private, he much prefers pressing his palm flat against yours to feel every groove, callus, and scar on your skin, and you on his. he's satisfied with just that much, no need for any grand shows or gifts, or even rubbing circles into your hand with a thumb. all he wants is the feeling of your palm flush against his, your fingers curling down to hold his hand closer to yours.

↬ to say that TEQUILA is a little on the handsier side is just a little bit of an understatement. he seems the type to love having a hand on you at all times, whether he's got an arm around your shoulders or a hand on your waist.

↬ he's rather casual with his (physical) affections for you, too. so long as you're comfortable with it, he'll be reaching out to grab your hand while asking you about your day, when he comes up to greet you while you're busy, while teasing you for not being able to force a jar open...

↬ tequila loves the feeling of your fingers tangled together. he has a habit of doing it whenever you hold hands — linking your pinkies, weaving his index over your middle, his thumb brushing gently over the side of your palm. it makes him feel like you've made some sort of secure, tender knot... and if you have to let go? no worries, he'll just come find you later; surely you can spare him a hand then, too.

[merakime]

May I ask for Flamebringer headcanons with a sword wielding partner? Like, his partner is as interested in fighting as him and is a bit intense when fighting (in a fight? killing machine. Outside of a fight? sunshine)

# DUALITY ! ft. flamebringer

───── a/n: i love this idea!! it's been a while (pt.182829 morbillion) i hope you're still seeing this. i'm leaning a bit more into the duality (and personal.. charachteristical?1???) aspect of this than the sword-wielding aspect — even though the sunshine part looks like it's intended as an afterthought? i hope that's okay!

cw: blood, murder, battle stuff, warrior philosophy, a little nihilism if you squint, it's red-flagbringer you know the deal!

word count: 540~ – i have no idea what this counts as.

flamebringer; having been in so many battles, often with the very people he sat with for a night before; is aware that most warriors possess a duality that is necessary for survival. he'd know best — the gentle gardener of rhodes island would never survive out on the battlefield. to live, it's necessary to draw a line within oneself, between human and warrior — and he surmises that that, too, is your strategy.

having borne witness to your intensity and passion for battle, he harbors respect for you — no matter your philosophy regarding bloodshed, you've easily cut down many in your path. that, by itself, should be respected, if your tenets agree with his or not.

now, while in theory, he understands your duality perfectly — practically? he's often at a loss. there've hardly been people who've stuck by his side for so long — especially warriors like you. but you're with him, there, beaming in a gardening apron as if two weeks prior you haven't debilitated an entire troop. there's understanding between both of you — but also confusion, especially in regards to how you should treat one another.

it's almost clumsy, juvenile on his part — there is hardly one that he stood so close with, after all, so he was never able to experience it. it makes sense, but from an outsider's perspective it is rather comedic due to how uncharacteristic he is. compliments (outside of those made to your battle prowess) and displays of affection, while being honest, sound almost awkward and regurgitated coming from him — with responses alike.

when in his element, meaning battle, he articulates himself much more smoothly, although subtly. as he is a man of few words, most of his expressions are through action. flamebringer trusts you enough to turn his back to you, enough to believe that you'll parry the deadly blows that he can't defend against. you best believe that he, too, will shield you with his blades. on the line of life and death, love and passion are most earnest. that he trusts you with his weakness, and that he would stand against your fate of death — it means much more than any words can express when you think about it, and considering his philosophies.

normally he'd say that teamwork is detrimental to one's performance, robbing you of your inner instinct, but can that be said when your teamwork is instinctual in itself? a disorderly harmony. he's become accustomed to your style and your presence and hell, he could very well predict your next move. even if both of you operate apart from one another, with your own commandments, there is an always an agreement between you — you receive a common goal, and you will execute it by your own means. a deadly union!

flamebringer knows both sides of you — and it'd pain him, truly, for if you perished in battle, he wouldn't come back home to the second you, either. and that, too, inspires him — while his fate is bleak and yours is too, your hands dyed in blood that can't be washed away, he would fight for another day if it means you'll be there, behind the line of the battlefield. life is a flicker, that's what he thinks — but for you, he'll fight just for a little longer.

───── final note: hg please give this man more lore. his files are so fuckign cool and leave room for so many cool things it’s such a pity to leave him in the dust. anyway do you think flamebringer would like plants versus zombies

[lovehotelreservation]

“Hey, let’s have some spar. What’s wrong? Scared? You better not thinking of running away or maybe the rumors about you being strong is just a bluff.”

Operator!Reader challenges Flamebringer for a sparring but Flamebringer seems to have a different idea when it comes to sparring with Operator!Reader 🥴 (Doggy style, rough sex, reader loses and Flamebringer dominates them?)

"Oi, oi, just what was that about running away? I'm still here standing my ground and here you are, squirming around. It's kinda cute."

His tongue running over his lips before they broke into an arrogantly toothy grin, Flamebringer drank in the sight of you sprawled before him on your hands and knees--your clothes torn by the work of his hands, the flush heat on your ass after a string of slaps and squeezes, the drooling mess of your core as he continued to spear you full with his cock.

He just had to laugh.

"That stamina of yours is pathetic. Ain't no way are you gonna survive out there with such sorry form. I guess I can lend you a helping hand. Just don't expect any mercy outta me, alright? ♡"

[mackjlee9]

Helloo i've read your stories for a long time but this is my first time doing a request so idk if im doing it right, but can i have a flamebringer x doctor! Male reader or silverash x doctor! Male reader hmmm maybe for the plot is wherethe doctor got injured??? And make it angst and fluff in the end. Im sorry if im doing it wrong butthanky ou for your hard work and stay safe /^_^/

Flamebringer x Doctor!Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Warning; mention of a gunshot wound, blood & surgery. (I added operators that I have so sorry if it's not accurate to your account)

Masterlist.

Game; Arknights

It was unusual for Rhodes Island's doctor to involve himself in a fight, but this time, he got caught in the crossfire when they were trying to get back up, some Operators had to retreat from the battle, and (M/n) had to help them heal and get ready again, but while he was doing that, he got shot.

Every Operator on the battlefield heard many of the operators that were brought as backup yelling out for their doctor. Shining immediately ran to him to heal him and keep him from bleeding out, but they had to leave as quickly as possible.

Silverash, who had been guarding their base clenched his teeth and looked forward, "Keep fighting! Defeat them!" He yelled for everyone to hear.

While some operators gritted their teeth, others nodded, but every single one of them fought with everything they had, the healers were exhausted from healing everyone and themselves, melee and ranged attacks running out of breath and almost passing out, but after getting short breaks while the enemies got closer, and the Inspiration buff from Sora, they finally won the battle.

Without rest, they rushed back to Rhodes Island to treat (M/n), Saga and Mudrock watched their backs while Hoshiguma carried the doctor on her back, rushing as fast as she could while three different healers kept (M/n) alive, who had long passed out.

Every operator that got held back at the base panicked at the sight of their bloody, unconscious doctor, who was immediately taken to the infirmary where he worked to find a cure for Oripathy, but only had a treatment for the symptoms of it so far.

Hoshiguma walked in and gently but quickly laid him down on the bed, backing away to let the Medics do their jobs. Pretty much every healer under the doctor's command was there, making sure everything was clean and disinfected before proceeding with surgery to extract the bullet.

Outside the room, Flamebringer had just woken up due to all the noise, with a frown he approached the group of operators outside of the doctor's infirmary, everyone there was quiet, with empty looks on their faces and those who came back from the battle were still dirty and beat up.

Curious about who had gotten themselves badly injured, he peeked through the glass window in the hallway, only to stare in shock as he saw (M/n), his lover, laying on the hospital bed, unconscious and bleeding.

Flamebringer turned pale, his knees giving out and falling to the floor getting the attention of a few operators around him. His head was tilted down, hiding his fear and concern from prying eyes, but his sight was getting blurry as the seconds passed, soon covering his face with his hands and crying quietly, holding in his sobs even if that made it hard for him to breathe.

He ignored anyone that tried to talk to him, and just sat there on the cold metal floor, waiting for the Medics to be done so he could be with him.

After what felt like a whole day, one after one, the healers started walking out, letting out deep sighs and glancing back before walking out, those reactions made Flamebringer feel uneasy, so he stood up with shaky, numb legs, and held Ansel's wrist when he walked out.

"Is he... okay?" He struggled to ask, unsure of how to phrase it, but the shorter male seemed to understand him.

"Doctor is still unconscious, we extracted the bullet and disinfected his wound, but he hit his head on the pavement and his skull suffered some cracks," he explained standing next to Flamebringer, looking through the glass how Kal'tsit finished up some things, "We had to sew the wound on his head, and do a blood transfusion since he lost a lot of blood, but... he should be okay, it might take him a couple of days before he wakes up."

Nodding in silence, Flamebringer let Ansel go, and he walked to the door, observing as Kal'tsit picked up the dirty, bloody, and torn clothes from the floor, putting them in a paper bag to get rid of them. She got sight of the male by the door, and she signaled toward the stool on the right side of (M/n)'s bed.

"You can sit there," hesitantly walking in, Flamebringer fixed the stool and sat down, reaching his shaking hands to hold onto (M/n)'s, feeling his tears clouding his sight again when he saw up close the state of his lover.

Kal'tsit walked out of the room and reached for the door to close it, but she stopped for a second, "Make sure you eat something if you're gonna stay the night, alright?" Mindlessly nodding, Flamebringer leaned down to press his forehead on (M/n)'s thigh, turning his head to look at (M/n)'s face.

And eventually, he ended up falling asleep.

///////

For the next following days, Flamebringer was on edge. There were times when (M/n) would wake up for a few seconds before falling unconscious again.

He wanted to be there every hour of every day, but Reunion was still hot on their tail, causing him and other operators to leave and battle, leaving (M/n) under the care of healers, whether they were medics or not. His friends would usually stop by and talk to him, letting him know everything that had been happening, usually things involving funny times.

Every operator from Kjerag visited him, since (M/n) was a close friend of Silverash and Gnosis. Rhine Lab came by too, but Ifrit couldn't stay for too long since she got irritated easily. Laterano and Iberia operators too came by and stayed with him.

But every night, Flamebringer was the only one there, usually after Kal'tsit or Shining came by to check on the doctor's wounds and condition. He was slowly going insane, staying awake day and night just in case (M/n) would, miraculously, wake up, sometimes being forced to rest and other times just passing out from exhaustion.

He couldn't understand why (M/n) wouldn't wake up, he was stable and his wounds were healing properly so why...?

Why hasn't he woken up yet?

With tears wetting his cheeks, Flamebringer held tightly onto (M/n)'s hand, silently praying that he would wake up, and in the midst of his pleads, he passed out.

The next morning, feeling his eyelids as heavy as cinder blocks, (M/n) opened his eyes and looked around, seeing Kal'tsit replacing his IV.

"Oh, look who finally woke up," she said with a sarcastic tone, but the small smile on her face showed her relief. (M/n) felt ich on his face, so he tried to lift his hand up to scratch his cheek, but something was holding it. Glancing down, he saw his lover sleeping on his hand, an obvious trail of dried tears on his face, "He passed out last night after I left, he's been keeping an eye on you, waiting for you to wake up."

His heart fluttered at the words, feeling loved and a bit guilty for making Flamebringer wear himself out like that.

"Alright, I'll be giving out the news that you're awake, so get ready for the room to fill up," he nodded, slowly moving his hand enough to gently caress his lover's cheek, who started waking up, his eyes opened and he seemed alive again once he realized (M/n) was awake.

"Baby!" He exclaimed getting up from his sit, getting closer to kiss him, "You're awake...!"

Smiling, (M/n) wiped the tears falling down Flamebringer's face, the male leaning closer to his warm touch, "I'm back," he whispered, bringing him closer to kiss him again.

Extended Ending

By the time everyone walked into the room (M/n) was in, they caught sight of Flamebringer sleeping on top of the doctor, the calmest and most relaxed expression they'd seen on his face for the past weeks.

Even so, they were happy that (M/n) woke up and was feeling better. They had no idea what they would do if they lost their doctor.

[yuezhong]

hehehe thinking of flamebringer angst (angst??! on yue’s blog??! Yes, sometimes a little sad is required for the happy to progress after)

imagine: before the war with reunion, before the oripathy outbreak - before everyting went wrong, you and flamebringer led a happy, normal life. It was just you, him and the little garden - the pride and joy of you two. He even planned to propose to you at one point; until the news of a mysterious disease (oripathy) claiming lives left and right reached your shared haven. 

“Don’t go! Please- I’m sure we can get you treated, I heard Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals have already started to search for cure-”

He could only manage a wan smile at you. 

“I’m sorry...but my ideals have changed. If I am going to die, then I might as well make the most of it on the battlefield. Life is fleeting after all - just like the flowers, planted by my hand that you love so much.”

[penandlandship]

I loved your love triangle oneshots 🥺 could I possibly request some HCs on Flamebringer and Executor who are both in love with reader?

Flamebringer being in a love triangle would be a bit of a bloodbath not going to lie. 

Flame would confess to you first, might try to invite you out somewhere, but Executor would advice against it because it’s too dangerous. This might not end well though.

These two would fight more then once for sure, you would have to break them up more then once. 

You would get hurt doing this at least once, and the boys would stop fighting immediately and make sure you get medical aid.

The one time they stop fighting is when it comes to your safety, and they work together surprisingly well to do this.

Might be wise to pick one or turn them both down before someone gets hurt. Both are quite protective.

[marahuyos]

anon asked: Hello there beautiful person! Could I request an Arknights fanfic of Sesa x reader x Flamebringer?? Thank you ^^

*:･ﾟ✧this was sitting in my inbox for almost a whole year i sincerely hope the person who requested this doesn’t hate me alsdjailjdasd

gn!reader | reader is not doctor

tw: swearing, polyam relationship

• Quite a surprising and curious relationship that you share. One side, you have one of the loudest operators in Rhodes Island whose vocabulary extends to the stars above, and an ex-mercenary who seemed to have a deep fascination towards taking care of plants. Both so sharp and dangerous yet their interests couldn’t be any more different. The only middle ground that these men seemed to settle on is you.

• Whether you were an active operator or part of the logistics staff (rather, whether or not you can fight because Orchid was both a logistics staff and an active operator), you are never left alone without at least one of them beside you. Inside, the air-conditioned logistics office, people can see Flamebringer taking care of the potted plants that he’s grown for you on your office cubicle as he whispers that you missed a typo. As you printed more copies of the contracts, it was Sesa who energetically fills in the empty noise with his rambling of just about anything with his verbose words.

• If you were an operator, you three are always stationed in the same squad. Whether the Doctor knew of your relationship, you couldn’t say. Flamebringer covers the low ground as he tears through his enemies like paper as Sesa covered the skies, even though no one is safe from his explosives. Meanwhile you were defending Flamebringer’s six o’clock, making sure that his killing spree doesn’t result in him accumulating more scars.

• Still, it doesn’t help that he influences you to be more violent on the battlefield. It also doesn’t help that Sesa is an enabler too.

• Winding down during slow days, three of you try to make your different hobbies work together. As three of you are inside the greenhouse, Sesa makes sure to prose to the plants as he showcases his newest weapon as you make sure his rapidly wagging tail doesn’t hit pots. Flamebringer might not show it but he loves to see you be so active towards his hobby.

• It does suck when Perfumer has to kick you guys out for being too loud, though.

• Speaking of tails, both Flamebringer and Sesa’s tails will always be wrapped around you. It was instinct at that point for one of the tailed men to wrap their appendage just to be close to you. Sometimes it wasn’t pretty; sometimes you had to clutch their tail when you were fallen in battle or either one of them wrapping each other’s tail around themselves just for comfort.

• But regardless, you three make this rocky relationship work. Somehow.

[crow-mlm]

Yandere SilverAsh/Flamebringer Headcanons. (Arknights)

Anon: “hello☆ I really adored your Childe fic and I was excited to see that you write for Arknights! Can I request some general yandere headcanons for Silverash and Flamebringer? Tyty :^D”

Notes: I’m so sorry this is so late! Thank you for the request, dear anon, I love the arknights boys and there is next to no yandere content for them! (Also I apologise for the image quality, I could not find a singular good Flamebringer pic)

Warnings: Stalking, yandere, abuse, threats of violence, non-consensual touching, confinement, kidnapping, manipulation.

SilverAsh

- As head of the Karlan Trade Company, SilverAsh is well-acquainted with the underhanded tactics that are necessary for attaining economic advantage. Deceit, coercion, or exerting duress are all means he’s more than capable of employing to achieve success. There’s little room for ethics when one dominates an entire commercial empire, and you - well, you’re simply another luxury he’ll attain by any means necessary.

- He’s vexed, initially. You’re a distraction, one that lingers constantly on his waking mind. He imagines you on his lap while he converses with his various business contacts, or stroking your skin as he wades through paperwork; he simply can’t shake the image of you from his head.

- But SilverAsh is a man of assurance. The frustration you evoke fuels his motivation to utterly monopolise you. For what reasons he finds himself so hopelessly infatuated with you, despite somewhat piquing his curiosity, is irrelevant; one does not concern themselves with the intricacies of an object’s value, but rather by what means they can attain it. 

- You’re doomed from the start, really. His wealth, influence and unmatched cunning leave little hope of evasion.

- Most likely, you’d find yourself entrapped by an insurmountable debt - one that you’re certain you had no part in. It’s then that you’re approached by the head of the Trade Company himself, who graciously offers to relieve you of your debt in exchange for a few conditions. You’re sceptical, of course; his intentions unclear, and there’s something deeply unsettling about the cold, self-assured tone of which he speaks. However, as he’s quick to remind you, you’re in no position to reject his generosity.

- It doesn’t take long for you to be totally ensnared. The relief of your debt, that you’d only later surmise was his own doing, is a short-lived comfort. You’re required to live within his extravagant home, expected to obey his every command like a trained pet. SilverAsh coldly reminds you of just how much you owe him when you show the slightest hint of disobedience - just be good for him, and he’ll take care of you.

- You’re showered with expensive gifts, things you could never hope to afford. He’s particularly fond of buying you cute outfits and asking you to wear them for him, knowing full well you’re too scared to protest. He enjoys feeling the fabric against his fingers, although he prefers your adorable reactions even more.

- Your captivity is more than just a gilded cage - SilverAsh is quick to display his intolerance for misbehaviour. His discipline is strict; ‘cruel to be kind’ he’ll remind you as he tends to the lashes against your back or the bruises along your thighs. He makes you guess exactly what you did wrong and coerces you into promising to never do it again. He’s so gentle when you comply; cooing praises into your ear, kissing away the wet streaks against your cheeks, touching you with a preciousness that you missed so very much during your punishment.

- His threats extend much further than just your own well-being. Reminding you that your family and friends lay under his thumb is an effective method in taming you. Your compassion for those you care about, your desire to see them safe and happy - he loves that about you.

- He loves you, he knows he can be the perfect partner for you, more than anyone else ever could. If he has to blur the line between person and object to make you realize that, he is more than happy to do so.

Flamebringer

- Flamebringer is a complete and utter wild card. His insatiable bloodlust and unpredictable demeanour are amplified when the object of his infatuation is involved. To say you’re unlucky is a complete understatement.

- He is not one for subtlety. Each kill he delivers for your sake is one more euphoric than any slaughtering of the faceless opponents he’s vanquished. He wants you to witness it, to behold his love given palpable form as the bloody heap at his feet.

- ‘Gifts’ find their way into your home. A finger, a tooth, a heart still slick with blood. They’re trophies, akin to a cat leaving its prey at its master’s feet. Although his gifts are given with the utmost sincerity, he can’t say he feels slighted by your terror upon finding them. He loves that look on you. It’s cute; it’s enticing.

- Surprisingly, flowers sometimes appear in place of the gory offerings. They’re beautiful, well-cultivated and accompanied by a small note concisely detailing their meaning. ‘Pink tulips - love’ or ‘Peonies - joy’. If not for the circumstances surrounding them, it would almost be romantic.

- One of Flamebringer’s most cherished pastimes is simply watching you. He keeps note of the people you talk to, setting himself special reminders for those with lingering touches and too much fondness in their eyes. Although he’s especially fond of his alone time with you - looming over your sleeping form, listening to the quiet noises you make. He wants nothing more than to crawl under the covers and hold you to his chest. Soon enough, he assures himself.

- No matter if it’s your friends, your close family, or the barista that gave you their phone number - Flamebringer is swift in his culling. Competition must be eliminated, and you need no one but him. Only when he’s completely isolated you will he come to claim what’s rightfully his. He’ll whisper it in your ear, like pillow talk between lovers, that he’s all you have left.

- The ensuing captivity is turbulent. Flamebringer is surprisingly needy, touching every inch of your skin, ghosting his lips against your neck, whispering his love for each and every one of your features. But there’s no mistaking his love for your fear - watching you squirm, cry, hearing your cute begs for him not to hurt you; it’s all too adorable for him to deny.

- One moment he’s tenderly holding you upon his lap, the next he has his teeth set into the nape of your neck, smirking when you squirm. He’s fond of displaying his strength, the source of his overwhelming pride. He’ll pin you down and tease you, or crush you against his torso to mold your bodies together. He enjoys smothering that slim hope you have of ever overpowering him.

- You’re left subject to Flamebringer’s mercurial moods, a constant swing between sadism and tenderness. What he lacks in predictability, he makes up for in his assurance that nothing will ever stand between the two of you and live to tell of it.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓.

🎀asked ↺ -getting stabbed by flamebringer- hey can i keep this or can you stop stabbing me so you can destroy me with your dick instead /lh

cw. sub!reader, reader is the doctor, mean!flamebringer, mentions of blood, fwb, flamebringer being a possessive fuck, cumming inside (use condoms irl!!), big cock, rough sex, possessive sex, office sex, overstimulation, size kink, strength kink, dacryphilia & hickies. MINORS DNI!!

art credit. (artist has very nsfw art on their profile so minors beware!!)

Blood always tasted sweeter when it was spilled upon the barren lands of a battlefield. The way it flooded from the red viscera of cut open bodies belonging to sinners long since persecuted for their sins — like a beautiful scarlet bloom — was horribly fascinating. This graphic revelation was one of many spoken to you by that fiery sarkaz operator, his sharp eyes piercing into your sockets as he leaned in far too close for comfort.

Flamebringer was always something of an adrenaline junkie, high off of the thrill that the battlefield intoxicated him with. Crescent-like grin contrasting his gore-smeared face as he slashed through body after body, leaving nothing but ruin in his wake. Even after the battle had finished, the adrenaline continued to pump through him like blood through veins and kept him full of a rather... unconventional form of excitement. He made that very clear each time he cornered you in your office, pupils blown wide as he pressed the entirety of his body weight against you.

It's why you've begun letting him touch you and please you in ways that shouldn't even be happening.

Flamebringer's intensity is something you've grown admittedly accustomed to, even if you should probably be more cautious around the man who could kill you ten times over and more. But dear god, would it kill him to at least try to lessen down the downright murderous vibes he always had? You'd be an idiot to not pick up his burning stares as you casually converse with the operators that he seems less than pleased to see. Particularly, the head of Karlan Trade, Enciodes Silverash. The sarkaz had snorted when you had referred to him by his first name rather than his code name when you'd brought up the Feline in passing conversation. Well, he was one of your more VIP operators, and he had signed a contract with Rhodes Island despite it offering him nothing—

"Got someone else on your mind?" The look in Flamebringer's eyes is borderline venomous as he sneers, pushing his hips forward with a particularly deep thrust that leaves you sobbing harder. He knows how impossibly big he is, knows how his dick overwhelms you far more than your workload ever could, and he loves it. He loves knowing that he could easily render you into a stupid mess by just shoving his dick in. "How cruel, Doctor. Thought we could spend some quality time together, and you're thinking about somebody else."

"Th..that's not—" You're cut off by an intense wave of pleasure that burns through your skin and the familiar sensation of being filled with sticky warmth. His calloused hands grip the back of your knees to the point of cutting off the circulation, flexing and squeezing as he draws out his orgasm for as long as he possibly can. It's always like this; Flamebringer mustering up his strength to snap his hips against yours whenever he'd orgasm, and the force alone makes you cum as well, though much more intense than him. You're sure he does it on purpose just to see you stupefied beneath him, but it feels really good, so you aren't complaining too much.

But even through the blistering haze of yours and his simultaneous orgasm, you can feel the tickle of his black locks and the jagged scratch of his horn against the side of your face. He's slumped over on top of you, sucking in deep breaths as his hands let go of your legs and come to rest at your sides, leaving your legs dangling uselessly at the sides of his hips. But he hasn't stopped thrusting, hips still moving and sliding and his voice murmuring unintelligible hums.

"Mine." It starts out as a hoarse whisper fanning across your bruised skin, but soon his voice intensifies into a snarled chant that nearly burns away the flesh of your ear from its intensity. Each thrust punctuates his words with purpose, as if trying to carve himself into your aching walls so that no other but him could ever satisfy you. "Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine."

"You're all mine." His crazed and searing eyes meet yours, though you're too dazed to even look at him properly — the shape of his body muddled by the tears that have glazed over your eyes, though that seems to excite him more. "None of those bastards are ever going to fuck you like I can. You got that? I'll fuck you until you can get that past that thick skull of yours if I have to."

He doesn't even give you a chance to respond before he seals his lips upon yours, stealing away your breath and any possible refute.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[arknights-imagines]

Hi, Merry Christmas! Could you do the christmas letter and gift for Flamebringer, please. Thank you.

From, Flamebringer

Christmas Letter and Gift event

While the greenhouse probably wasn't the best place to nap on a cold Holiday evening, you still managed to fall completely asleep on one of the benches inside after assisting a certain Sarkaz with the flowers.

You awoke to see that the light flurries of snow that outside had turned into a rather intense blizzard - so much for going back to your room; considering how long the walk back to the base was from the greenhouse, there was no way you’d be able to travel back in weather like that. With a sigh, you sit up; but when you move to stand your attention is attracted to a thin sheet of worn paper folded into a small square that you find sitting on the bench next to you.

It definitely wasn't there before - someone must’ve placed it there while you were sleeping. Eyes shining with curiosity, you take it in your hands, flipping it in between your fingers. As you unfold the paper, the soft scent ash along with, oddly enough - the familiar perfume of flowers glide your way.

Just by the distinctive fragrance that wafts from the letter, you already form a surmise regarding the identity of its sender; and paragraphs hand written in pencil that fill the paper only confirm what you were thinking.

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Blossom.

Forgive me for not staying with you until you awoke; my attention was needed elsewhere, Besides, the greenhouse is a much calmer place when it’s empty, wouldn't you say? I would hate to rob you of your rest.

All the snowfall outside recently...it reminded me that a traditional Holiday is nearing. Christmas, was it? Rhodes Island has changed for this time of year; the air is lighter, the people smile, the garlands and ornaments almost make one forget that, even in jubilant times like these, tragedy is always with them. I don't care much for puerile celebrations like these. The bliss Christmas may bring you disappears in a blink, and then you’re reminded that the world around you is racing toward a very bloody fate.

Ahh, or I suppose that’s the way I used to think.

This Christmas and all its traditions remind me very strongly of you, blossom. Like a lone flower growing out from under a barren battlefield, you emanate hope and safety, and though I know the feeling of security you fill me with is false, I cherish it. Unlike Christmas or any other Holiday, you are timeless. A flower that does not wither.

Before we crossed paths, I had no interest in relationships. When annihilation nears, when your life is about to be taken, what good will many loved ones do? Maybe for those who wish for a legacy, how many people will remember them after they die matters more than anything else. It was never like that for me. I believed love was something I would never feel. I believed that I would think of no one's face before I died. But now…

When I imagine myself under someone else's blade, ready to let them take my life, you occupy every thought that goes through my mind. Once I’m gone, what would happen to you? Would you grow enraged? Would you be stricken with sorrow? Would you still visit the greenhouse? Would you still wear that tender smile I enjoy waking up to everyday?

I have no intention of running from death. I have waited for my demise for a very long time now, and with every year that passes, my days alive become less and less. Death will find everyone with time - trying to escape it is just a waste of time. And yet...huh. And yet.

Blossom, [name]. Even though I am ready to die, I find my chest filling with pain when it dawns on me that my end will mean I will never be able to stand by your side again.

Don’t misunderstand me - I don’t dream of a domestic life. I don't dream of a life where I celebrate Christmases. I simply dream of a life with you. A life where neither of us ever fade.

Where my life may take me, when it may end - I don't care. But I do care for you, with every inch of my being. I’ve told you that already, right?

My blossom, this warmth and compassion you somehow manage to spark in me belongs only to you - so, do what you must. I will walk with you down any path you choose, may it be one that leads to a field of brilliantly blossoming flowers or a sea of blood. My memory is very good - even after I pass, even if someday you grow to hate me, every moment I spend with you is one I will hold close to my heart.

With all that being said....do you care for the Holidays and their rituals? Blossom, this might disappoint you, but us Sarkaz don't even bother celebrating birthdays, so if you think I’ve ever celebrated Christmas I’m afraid you're sorely mistaken. Even so, if you find joy in partaking in Christmas traditions then I’ll join you in doing so. I have no interest in it, but any opportunity to cherish your smile or your shining eyes is more than worth my time.

Yeah, the jingling melody and the sweet scent the air brings with it - Christmas is lingering still. I’m not sure how long it will stay, but like anything benevolent in life, it’s worth enjoying it while we still can.

That medic, Perfumer - she told me gift giving is a Christmas tradition. I don’t have anything to give you that’s meant for the Holidays, but I do have something for you. I haven’t purchased anything like it before, so whether it’s of good quality or high value, I don't know. When I saw it from the window of the shop, I thought it would suit you nicely. I don't need anything in return, but if you wish to get me something because it’s Christmastime, then go right ahead.

[name], my blossom - I love you. I may lack wealth or materialistic things to shower you with this Christmas, but my heart is yours. No matter what happens, remember that for me, won’t you?

Flame

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The letter looks so simple, so easy to discard because of the condition it's in; and yet the words that fill it are a complicated web of Flamebringer’s emotions and what you truly mean to him. You bite the inside of your cheek, holding back a smile as a fluttery feeling rushes through your chest. You look back outside; now the blizzard outside truly does frustrate you - with it in the way, you can't go and find him.

Before you can get too upset at the weather, you notice a small white box that had been underneath the letter. Your heart fills with warmth again; that was right, Flamebringer had mentioned he got a gift for you.

You tuck the letter in your pocket, then your fingers carefully open the box. A sparkle fills your eyes at what lays inside; a necklace of silver, bearing a charm of a flower. You stare at it in awe for a few seconds, where did Flamebringer find this? You would have to ask him whenever you finally got to see him.

When you remove the piece of jewellery from its box, you realize - upon closer inspection - that the charm is of a red carnation. All the lessons Flamebringer gave you come rushing back to you, and you remember the meaning of said flower very well; love.

The grin that comes to your face is one of unrestrained exuberance, and the warmth and butterflies that fill your stomach is a stark contrast to the harsh, chilling snow just outside the greenhouse.

A note is the last thing in the little box; as you expected, Flamebringer’s penmanship is on the paper slip. ‘Merry Christmas blossom. The gift, the flower charm - surely I don't need to spell out it’s definition for you.’ As always, he never fails to make you feel like the most special person in all of Terra, even if that's not his intention, ‘When you smile, when you laugh, when we embrace...just for a second, I think about retiring my blades and devoting the rest of my life to you. Right now, I can't make the choice to abandon the battlefield forever, but don't worry yourself.’ And though those words may be a little disheartening especially because it’s the Christmas season, they don't cause you to feel even the slightest bit sad, ‘Even when I am away, trust me when I say there isn't a day I spend without you in my thoughts.’

[bnhascribbles]

October 13th

Firebringer!Bakugo x Reader

Destruction only ever leads to more destruction.  Right?

He looks human, you realize, and a tight, twisted feeling takes a hold of your gut.  You’d only ever shot beasts before—never men.

There’s nothing overtly monstrous about him.  The ash clings to his frame the same way it would to any other, staining him grey-blue in splotchy patches.  You see no horns hidden beneath the mess of pale hair atop his head, no spikes nor ridges trailing down the length of his back.  He’s extraordinarily ordinary, no different from any person you’d grown up with.

But then, you notice that some things are off. There’s the way the lava laps at his ankles, the way it doesn’t scorch him as it pools beneath his feet.  There are the embers clinging to his breath, hanging in the air surrounding him.  Most jarring of all are the flames.  They shoot forth from his palms, scorching the trunks of ancient trees, setting their leaves—still parched from the drought—ablaze.

They burn as easily as your village had when he’d come through.

The twist in your stomach loosens.  It’s released and becomes something hot, something that travels up to your head and makes your vision go red.

He hasn’t seen you yet—this is your only chance.  You notch an arrow and draw back the bowstring.

And he turns.  Although the fire roars around you, consuming anything and everything in its path, none of it burns quite as wildly as the blaze in his eyes.  Red and pulsing, they siphon oxygen from the air until it feels thin in your lungs.  Despite your breathlessness, your aim never strays.  The tip of your arrow remains directed at the soot-coated crest along his neck.

Then, he laughs.

“People really never learn.”  His lips pull back into a malicious sort of grin.  From the space between his teeth, you can see an orange-tinged glow.  It grows brighter, brighter—a trace of the fire raging in his chest, occupying the place where his heart should be.  “Come here to kill me then?”

Legends called Bakugo the “flamebringer.” A scourge on the forest.  A creature capable of leaving an inferno in the shape of his footsteps, setting entire cities ablaze in the span of minutes.  You’d seen the destruction he was capable of firsthand, seen the huts reduced to rubble and the charred bodies littering the ground.

You inhale, feeling the muscles in your arm begin to strain.

Bakugo huffs, and a new wave of cinders scatters across what used to be the forest floor.  Now, there are just pools of magma, inching outward with every second passed.

“Let me see you try.”

[mackjlee9]

[Kinktober 2022]

Character & Prompt;

Flamebringer| Choking

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It's not like (M/n) didn't know about it, but he never tried to bring the subject up in case something could go wrong. He knew his boyfriend liked rough sex more than he should, but maybe this little element, this play would be a little too much.

Well, he was wrong about that.

(M/n)'s jaw was clenched, his hands placed on either side of Flamebringer's head, hearing his loud cries of pleasure and seeing his fucked-dumb expression. His mouth was wide open, his head pressing on the pillow as his back arched off the bed, his legs wrapped around his hips and his hands desperately gripping the bedsheets.

Groaning at the feeling of Flamebringer's insides clenching around him, (M/n) pulled away, and pushed his hair back, grunting at the annoying feeling of his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. Whining as (M/n) stopped thrusting, Flamebringer saw (M/n)'s hand coming down from his head, and he just had to.

Biting his lip, he held (M/n)'s wrist and placed his hand on his neck, wrapping his hands around his, making him press down, his eyes slightly crossing at the feeling.

This was exactly what (M/n) didn't want to ask about, but it seems like it's a little late for that.

He was enjoying the look on Flamebringer's face, so he resumed his thrusts and gently started putting pressure on the flesh under his fingertips, getting in every reaction from the male under him.

Flamebringer released breathy moans and choked whimpers, begging (M/n) to press harder on his neck. (M/n) did that and observed closely how his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his twitching insides clenching around his pulsing cock, his body trembling and quivering with every orgasm he got.

That night, (M/n) found out that indeed, he did like the sight of his boyfriend trying to catch his breath, almost passing out but so turned on and fucked senseless because of the lack of oxygen in his lungs.

He always looked so pretty~ his face bright red and wet with tears, his drool dripping down the corners of his lips as his mouth was wide open, his tongue sticking out like a bitch in heat.

[penandlandship]

Anonymous asked: I’d like to make an request where Flamebringer’s s/o is best friends with W. I’m kinda curious on how he’d react. Also could the reader be female?

Flamebringer - Friends with who?!

The Swordsman was minding his own business. Without battle shit was just boring on the landship...well aside from his precious garden of course. Which he was just coming back from taking care of. The Cafeteria was not far away and he was hungry. Maybe he could surprise his girlfriend as well afterwards. She always did love his surprises! Grinning to himself, the guard entered the cafeteria when something caught his eye, giving him pause.

You was talking with...W?! 

The Sniper in question was chatting casually with you as you two ate. Chatting your ear off of course about random things. “Ya know Doc, I think it’s weird that...” She would stop talking as Flamebringer entered the room and a cheeky grin spread across W’s face. 

“Well well~” she slapped your back a bit and pointed at the Swordsman. “....Look who it is Y/N~ Why don’t you greet that son of a- errr....hot man over there.” You would grunt then look up at your boyfriend. A shy grin on your face as you got up to go greet him. Only to feel the playful slap of W’s tail on your rear from your BFF. 

Once you made it over to Flamebringer. He would wrap an arm around you protectively and lean down to get closer to your face. “What...are you doing with her?” 

You explain that W is your best friend.

“Her? I’m sorry my sweet but...I wouldn’t trust that one as far as I could throw her.” His eyes gazed up at W, who was playing with a grenade casually. Then he looked back at you. Protectiveness reflected in his eyes. 

“I am just...I’m shocked that you two get along so well too...not after what you did-” A pause. “-nevermind just. Be careful babe, ok?” You looked up at him in confusion and blinked before smiling softly and kissing his lips.

He kissed back, his lips were warm and inviting just like always. As your pulled away he would nuzzle you and let you go.  

“Thank you baby for looking out for me.” You spoke and he nodded before shifting off to get his own food, while you moved back to W, who shot up and at attention as you did so. 

“So~ How did it go-...?” You blink, wondering why she was trailing off. You look behind you as Flamebringer was finishing getting his food and heading over to you two.

“This spot free?”

Truly this was going to be a long lunch. 

[marahuyos]

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[mackjlee9]

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