#con: roster con

[stardestroyerss]

Some of the sexiest men in this room

[spideyhina236]

My babies 🥺💕

[lacilou]

Best heart hands.

📸: RosterCon

[walkman-cat]

would. would anyone like to see the skyfish sub story main characters

[gethellbcnt]

i hear rumors of s3-4 possibly bringing up stolas's mom and if they design her to look like a clone of her son i am going to SCREAM

additionally and somewhat related : if i ever indulge in making Martha part of my roster i'm keeping her cougar sinner design from the storyboards bc it makes.. so much sense for her character...

[tallochar]

One of the quickest ways I can tell whether someone American has written a fic about UK key workers / government workers is if they have someone say that they "used up all their sick days".

[clannfearrunt]

Top: Buffalo bur seedlings coming up in my cosmos planter (100% certain it’s buffalo bur because that was the planter I grew them in last year).

Middle: My the father’s cherry tomato seedlings (confirmed tomatoes because that’s what he planted lol)

Bottom: Slightly older seedlings coming up in my mother’s garbage pot where she puts random shit in. I’m fairly certain it’s buffalo bur due to the rounded ends of the leaves. However there’s still a distinct possibility that these are tomatoes, because my mom did throw out tomatoes here and sometimes very young tomatoes have rounded leaves extremely similar to buffalo bur as well.

There’s not really a point to this I’m just showing y’all pictures of the Solanum seedlings that are in the yard rn

[meduso-kaj-maro]

Axiom vs Gunther match during the latest Smackdown episode feels like NTR.

[darkmagic-sweetheart]

Here's my con roster for 2025 so far!

Still waiting on some replies and to apply, but for now this is where you can find my sister and I :3

Name is Sketchbook Sisters

Hope to see you at the con!☆☆☆

[outoftheseine]

BUCKY BARNES | SEX POLLEN TROPE

main masterlist | note: as the trope includes smut, all of the fics include +18 content. also since at least one party is under the influence of some kind of a chemical, this is dubious content. please proceed with caution and minors dni. enjoy!

toxic heat • bucky barnes x reader | by @nyletac

summary: while waiting for the extraction team after a successful mission, bucky leaves you and runs into a greenhouse room in the mission building with strange plants. accidentally breathing in the gas from the plants he returns to you, but something is off. (smut) (6,4k words)

take you there • bucky barnes x reader | by @heli0s-writes

summary: sam plays a game called fuck or die. it's like he willed it into existence as you and hucky explore the basement of an old hydra lair. (smut, dub-con) (3,8k words)

louder than fear • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @godmadeaterribleerror

summary: missions involving hydra often go very wrong. this is different. this is worse. this is a strange bioweapon, nobody telling you exactly what's wrong, and staring at the ceiling as bucky roars you name. it’s echoing in your brain. and you love him. (smut, light angst) (8,5k words)

lustful agony • bucky barnes x plus size!reader | by @fatecantstopme

summary: after getting hit in the face with a pink dust during a visit to an old hydra lab, you are confused as to what happened. thankfully, your mission partner knows what it is, and thankfully he knows the solution. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, masturbation)

what was rule number #2 again? • tfatws!bucky barnes x reader | by @satinestales

summary: messing around in banner's lab, the night before your mission wasn't as good an idea as you thought, and you begin to question your actions the moment you step out of it. things worsen when you realize the super soldier serum isn't immune to an unknown contagious disease. (smut)

delirium • bucky barnes x reader | by @flowersforbucky

summary: stranded in the middle of the alaskan wilderness with no means of communication after being exposed to a foreign drug, you're reluctant to accept help from the one person who has a shot at saving you. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, angst, friends to lovers, avenger!reader) (4,1k words)

play pretend | part two • bucky barnes x reader | by @wkemeup

summary: when bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. (smut, dub-con) (7,8k words)

summary of pt.2: in the aftermath of munich, bucky struggles to go back to how things were before. but now that he knows how it is to love you, he's not sure he can. (smut, mutual pining) (5,8k words)

strawberries • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months? (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, size kink, fuckboy!bucky) (7,5k words)

does it hurt? | bonus chapter • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky never would've gone out of his way to help you if he knew that hydra was still watching his every move, if he knew that it would shift their focus to you. when you're targeted and taken, it's his fault and he'll do anything to save you. anything. (angst, smut, unprotected sex, abduction, violence, voyeurism, mentions of sa) (24,3k words)

summary of bonus ch.: when you're finally out of hydra’s clutches, the recovery process drives you and bucky farther and farther apart. you can't decide if what you felt between you was real or chemically-induced. what will it take to sway you? (smut, angst, non-descriptive smut) (12,4k words)

untitled • bucky barnes x reader | by @myfictionaldreams

summary: it was your first mission out with your mentor, bucky, but not all goes to plan when you stumble across an old hydra laboratory and accidentally trigger a trap. (smut, dub-con, grumpy x sunshine, rough sex, praise kink)

high for this • new avenger!bucky barnes x reader | by @buckysleftbicep

summary: during a mission, you and bucky are exposed to a gas meant to strip away restraint. he resists, and well, you try. but when the heat fades, it’s not the mission that haunts you both, it’s what happened behind that door. (smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, angst, regret) (3,8k words)

desperate | uncertain an sure • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @buckets-and-trees

summary: enemies? rivals? it's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the winter soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered. (smut, kidnapping)

desperate measures • bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader | by @simplyholl

summary: when you encounter a mysterious substance during a mission, it forces you and your mission partner to get closer. (smut)

petals • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @biteofcherry

summary: it was supposed to be so simple. a boring reckon mission. just to check the cabin and secure any samples of the ongoing experiments the former hydra doctor ran the place. however the unexpected comes in the form of a flower. (smut, dub-con, fingering)

unleashed • avengers!bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @veltana

summary: during a mission, bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you. (smut, slight fluff, possessive!bucky, unprotected sex) (4,2k words)

crimson fever • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @mandoalorian

summary: in the icy shadows of 1944 occupied europe, you uncover a dangerous hydra secret that could shift the war’s tide. but hydra’s ruthless scientist, arnim zola, marks you as a threat, unleashing a sinister drug—“crimson fever”—that set your body and soul ablaze with an unrelenting desire. as you fight to protect vital intel, your path collides with sergeant bucky barnes, your childhood friend from brooklyn, whose unspoken love for you burns brighter than the war’s chaos. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, violence, torture) (6,7k words)

[sevsgiirl]

— do the girls back home touch you like i do?

sevika x insecure!reader. men and minors dni.

synopsis: having feelings for the most feared woman in zaun had more cons than it did pros - her being popular amongst women and a regular at the brothel just to name a few. it hurt because you knew with her history there’s no way she’d return your feelings… right?

word count: 5.5k words.

tags: insecure!reader, jealousy, miscommunication, public sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, porn with feelings, top!sevika, bottom!reader.

it was silly, honestly.

you knew it was a shot in the dark for sevika to reciprocate your feelings. much or less consider you an option on her roster.

sevika gets around. there was no denying that, and you’ve come to terms with it the second you caught these stupid little feelings that just wouldn’t go away. no matter how hard you tried.

you assumed it would. back when silco hired you to be his informant, you saw the opportunity as nothing more but an upgrade from your previous jobs. it’s safe to say, you’ve gone through a lot just to get to where you are now. whether it was scrubbing the floors of a dingy, run-down diner that made jericho’s look like a michelin star restaurant, to going as far as thinking about working at babette’s.

but then silco saw some potential in you that not a lot of people have seen before, and you were grateful for it. a lot of your co-workers were tolerable, just as long as you looked past the carnage of their jobs, it was pretty easy to get by when working for silco because he never really asked you to get your hands dirty.

no, he asked sevika to do that.

you knew she was different from the others the second you laid eyes on her. she remained unyielding in the eyes of catastrophe, she gets the job done no matter how tedious the assignments were, and she navigates through life like an enigma.

you were intimidated by her at first. when she walked into a room, her presence demanded to be felt, crowds of people would always make space for her to walk through and she could silence someone with just the heat of her glare. it was then you understood why she was silco’s number two.

but despite her brooding personality, you couldn’t help but gravitate towards her. maybe it was the allure of wanting something you can’t have, but every time you were sent on a mission with her, this desire to know her better always tempted you. even though you wouldn’t know the first thing to say to strike up a conversation with the older woman, you couldn’t deny that what you felt was beyond just physical attraction. you were intrigued by everything about her.

it tethered the line of obsession but hadn’t quite got there yet, the better way to describe it was infatuation.

she’d occupy your thoughts but not so much to the point that she was all you thought about, but when you did, you had to force yourself to snap out of it before it became borderline creepy, and you wanted to justify your feelings thinking she wouldn’t feel the same in a million years.

not only that, but her reputation precedes her.

you knew your hesitation to make a move stemmed more from just being shy or thinking you wouldn’t get along with the older woman, and it was because her sexual proclivities scared the hell out of you.

again, she gets around, far more than most people. before you worked for silco, rumors regarding his second in command traveled through the streets of zaun in whispers, whether it was good or bad, it didn’t really matter.

one detail that caught the attention of many, specifically those of women, were her frequent nights spent at the gardens. you couldn’t deny that aside from being incredibly scary, so much of sevika’s appeal came from her appearance as well - her tall stature, impressive built, corded muscles, the rigged lines and hard angles of her face. she was just as beautiful as she was domineering.

that’s why it didn’t surprise you that women tend to set aside her notoriety in hopes of sleeping with her, but that doesn’t mean the thought didn’t cause your insides to flare up with jealousy.

as mentioned, you thought about working for babette at one point. when your low paying jobs in the past couldn’t suffice to get you through the week, the idea came to mind on some occasions. but you knew it wasn’t easy work, not to mention your looks paled in comparison to the girls you’d seen working there. all slim waists, toned arms, long legs, big tits and even bigger asses.

you didn’t possess any of the traits that made the girls there appealing.

you just set aside the idea because your ego wasn’t big enough to make you think you were up for the job, and knowing that’s where sevika prefers to spend most of her nights made your insecurities worse.

especially when she’d stroll through the last drop late at night littered with hickeys and bite marks around her neck that she’d let the world see without shame, and how you’d just ogle at them with the ugliest emotions churning in the pits of your stomach.

it didn’t help when silco’s men would poke fun at her for it “damn, was the night that rough? you gotta take it easy on those girls.” they’d joke as a sly grin would make its way on her face.

“they love it,” would be her response, which would earn a roar of laughter from the group meanwhile you’d walk away after eavesdropping, with a heaviness in your chest that wasn’t there minutes ago as you tried to erase the image of sevika indulging herself with countless women.

you understood the intention behind it. you knew it was her way of escaping the stress of silco’s workload, and having sex with multiple women was just as much of a coping mechanism as gambling and drinking was.

that doesn’t mean it wasn’t any less painful to think about, even though you knew you couldn’t have stood a chance.

because how could you? who even were you in the bustling, chaotic world that is sevika’s life? if simply nothing more than just her co-worker?

𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚

you didn’t think she’d ever acknowledge you outside of work.

you’ve had your fair share of interactions but it was all professional so those don’t count. you were delusional but you weren’t delusional enough to think that your quick conversations about paychecks and shipment were considered bonding.

it wasn’t until an incident transpired in one of her missions where silco asked you to come along, and it so happened that the firelights decided it was a good day to ambush you, sevika and the rest of the team.

you cowered away from the commotion because it’s not like you possessed any of sevika’s combative skills. you were an informant, for crying out loud.

but you weren’t quick on your feet, and when the leader of the firelights threw one of their bombs in your direction you were crystallized in place near the cargos, unable to move.

you knew the crystals would dissolve after five minutes, you were aware of how their weapons worked, but the fear of being unable to move still stressed you out, and as you kept squirming you caught sevika’s eye who was immobilized herself.

one thing led to another, silco’s daughter came up from underneath the airship and began firing at the firelights, grazing you with one of her bullets as you let out an agonizing scream in response.

suffice to say, the mission went horribly and everyone who go out was reprimanded by silco, because of course he’d never put the blame on jinx. while you on the other hand, were hunched over the bar later that night, nursing your sides that were still bleeding due to jinx’s mishap.

thieram was more than happy to help, aiding you with your injury but your pain tolerance wasn’t necessarily high, so every time he dabbed you with the wash cloth dunked in alcohol, you couldn’t help it as you let out a wince, clutching thieram’s forearm.

“I’m sorry,” he said, cringing at your pitiful state “I don’t know how-“

“move it.”

your eyes widened as the shadow of sevika’s tall silhouette casted over you, pushing past thieram while she took the bottle of alcohol and cloth from him. she nodded at you for you to raise your shirt up.

“let me see the wound,”

blushing, you were debating whether or not you should let sevika see you in such a compromising position, but she probably only wanted to help and couldn’t care less about seeing you exposed.

so you did as you were told and let her press her large palm onto your rib where a lot of the bleeding came from.

you hissed, gripping the sides of the bar and sevika cursed “fucking jinx,”

you shook your head “it’s okay, it’s not that big of a de-“

“but it is,” she grumbled “if only she did her fucking job and didn’t lose her shit, maybe you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

gulping, you tried not to overthink her choice of words and how she only focused on your injury and not the rest, considering you weren’t the only one who got the brunt of it.

“it’s fine, I’m just worried if the others are tending to their injuries.”

“don’t worry about them,” she muttered “they’re built for these kinds of things, you aren’t.”

you snickered, pretending to take offense “excuse me? are you calling me weak?”

sevika couldn’t hide her amusement, wiping away at the little blood smeared on your lower stomach.

“not weak,” she replied “I just don’t think a pretty little thing like you is meant for this kind of work. you’re not equipped for it.”

“I can look out for myself, you know.”

she hummed, her grey eyes staring up at you “maybe, but still. it’d be better if you didn’t need to.”

you tried not to let her words get to you, and calling you a pretty little thing didn’t help with your growing infatuation. perhaps she was just playing coy with you, you thought.

but then silco continued to let you join in on her missions, and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered every time she’d ask you to ‘keep close behind’ or how she’d shield you with her massive frame every time danger was imminent.

if she couldn’t trust you to look out for yourself, then she did it for you.

you wanted to excuse it thinking since she’s already lost so much men she didn’t want your name to be crossed off on the list as well. but that doesn’t mean you stopped dwelling on it.

especially when on most nights where she’d catch you in the last drop, she’d ask you to have a drink with her. going as far as to teach you how to play cards when you’d watch her gamble with the rest of silco’s men and how she’d win every time.

“you’re so good at this,” you said in awe during one of her games which earned a chuckle from her.

you were seated right next to sevika, not too close but not too far apart either, that sometimes you’d feel her elbow brushing against yours.

“want me to teach you then?”

“hey, that’s not fair, how come she gets to have you as her teacher while we’re stuck here getting our asses beat?” one of the men she was playing with chided in.

she only ignored him, flipping her cards over to reveal she’s won yet again, making them groan “then play better.” she quipped, turning over to you with a smirk on her face.

you swore butterflies almost erupted out of your belly. she was so smug, but radiant in her victory that you couldn’t even bring yourself too feel bad for the others, if you’d get to see her this way all the time, you hoped she’d win all of her games.

the guy huffed, taking a swig from his beer as he looked up at her, grinning “I dropped by the gardens today, by the way. lily said she missed you.”

you froze as those words left his mouth, but sevika remained ambivalent by the information as she shuffled her cards “I’ve just had a lot on my plate,” and perhaps it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but you swore you caught her eyeing you for a brief moment.

“well, better not to keep those girls waiting. you know you’re their favorite,” the table laughed and sevika couldn’t help herself from joining along.

“ain’t that right,” she said, chuckling.

you gulped, feeling a lump in your throat as you forced yourself not to spew something bitter because really, who were you to act jealous over who sevika chooses to spend her time with?

she may act flirtatious with you from time to time but it’s not like it meant anything. you wanted to set it aside, and tell yourself it was just never going to happen. spend less time with her if you need to.

but as if it fate wanted to play a joke on you both, that was thrown out the window when one night, sevika came stumbling into the last drop all battered and bruised. her prosthetic dangling from her arm in ruined wires while she tried her best to steady herself as she walked in.

instinctively, you rushed to her side and examined her state “sevika, oh my god.”

she groaned “it’s not a big de-“

“like hell it is,” you reprimanded as you told thieram to fetch the first aid kit and inform silco of sevika’s condition.

she was against it but you simply silenced her, pulling up a chair as you pushed her down “you need to be more careful.” you said.

“stop fussing over me, I’m built for these kinds of things. it’s my job.”

“just because it’s your job doesn’t mean you have to be so reckless! you’re more than just silco’s killing machine. you can’t keep putting your life on the line like this.”

sevika remained silent before soft laughter bubbled out of her, making you raise an eyebrow.

“I guess this makes us even.”

“what?”

“from when you got hit by jinx’s bullets,” she said as realization dawned on you “I guess we’re even now.“

you rolled your eyes at that “I’m not doing this because I owe it to you. you’re more than just my co-worker.”

she eyed you, curious “what am I then?”

there was a moment of silence as you knelt down in front of her, staring at the uneven lines of the wooden floorboards, refusing to meet her eye.

“a friend, if you’d let me,” you muttered.

she hummed, leaning against her seat “I don’t do much of those,”

you snickered “you don’t do much of anything really,”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you realized your mistake but decided to keep it going anyways.

“you’re too guarded. you keep your circle too tight, and I haven’t really seen you out with anyone. romantically, I mean.”

you knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut, but you couldn’t help it.

she was silent for a minute “I didn’t know you kept tabs on whether or not I date.”

you scoffed, although it sounded unconvincing “I do not.”

then there was that god awful smirk on her face again, eating away at you as she cocked her head to the side.

“sure you don’t, princess.“

your mind immediately went haywire because oh god, did she know?

on one hand, you weren’t exactly subtle. even thieram would tease you about it. noticing the way you’d sneak glances at sevika whenever she strolled through the bar and you’d hear him let out a snort from behind the counter.

“take a picture, it’d last longer.” he’d joke while you flipped him off.

but judging by the way she teased you about the idea, you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that felt a bit hopeful that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance.

because if there was, it wouldn’t hurt to try and seize the opportunity.

𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚

when silco suggested the group had a day off and to use the bar to their liking for one night as compensation for a successful mission, you were elated. for a number of reasons.

because this is it. this is the moment that you’ve been waiting for, to finally make a move and to squash your fantasies once and for all.

you’re aware about wanting to keep your feelings at bay and to never let sevika know about them, but as the days flew by it was getting harder and harder to stay silent.

especially since the night you tended to her injuries and how she reacted at the idea of you taking an interest in her, and how she didn’t seemed fazed by it, if anything, she seemed intrigued.

it was worth a shot, because it’s better to say you tried than not at all.

so on the night of the party, you went out of your way to doll yourself up for once. your days were normally mundane and your job was tedious enough as it, so you never saw a reason to dress up. living in the under city, going out partying and sleeping with people was scarcely something you ever thought about.

but that doesn’t mean you never anticipated it, and so you went digging under your closet for the handful of dresses you’ve stolen from a couple of boutiques in topside. something you kept for special occasions and this was one of them.

you settled for a black halter dress that stopped below your thighs and also accentuated your cleavage, along with a pair of sheer dark tights that allowed you space to move around freely.

you rummaged through your drawers and pulled out a couple of broken makeup pallets, likely expired, but you didn’t really care as you meticulously dabbed silver eyeshadow on yourself and applied some red lipstick.

you inspected yourself on your mirror and let out an approving hum. you looked nice. you didn’t really consider yourself drop dead gorgeous but when you made some effort to make yourself presentable, the pay-off was worth it.

your chest swelled with hope thinking maybe this will be the day sevika sees you, really sees you. not just as a co-worker, friend, but someone worthy to replace the girls at the gardens with…

with that, you slipped on your combat boots and strode out of your apartment building, walking through the streets of zaun and not minding the lewd comments thrown your way by the men passing by you.

you showed up at the last drop and one of the bouncers, after taking a good look at you, opened the door for you while shooting you a sly grin.

perhaps you’ve outdone yourself, or maybe the people around you just weren’t used to seeing you all dressed up but either way, their reactions stroked your ego. all that’s left now was to just find sevika.

you made your way up to the bar where thieram was busy serving drinks, and he didn’t recognize you at first until you called out to him.

he blinked as he said your name “damn, is it really you?” he chuckled “you look great.”

“thanks,” you said, smiling “I never had the chance to wear something like this before but since silco is in a good mood…”

“and it suits you. everyone’s eyeing you like a piece of meat, I don’t know if you can tell.”

“yeah, well. they don’t matter,” you looked around “where’s sevika, by the way?”

because she was the only one that mattered.

she was the reason why you even showed up looking like this, why you got out of your comfort zone even though these types of settings weren’t your thing, but you tried, because you wanted to prove yourself to her.

thieram turned to the side and pointed to his left “she arrived about an hour ago.”

you stood up and were about make your way towards her when the sight that greeted you quickly stopped you dead in your tracks, all previous excitement dying as you sunk to the nearest stool.

because there, in her usual booth, sat sevika with not one, but two girls cozied up against her sides while one of them was practically sitting on her lap, and the other was kissing along her neck while a cigarillo was dangling from her mouth. making more room for them to grind against her as she whispered in one of their ears, causing the girl to giggle as she grabbed sevika’s jaw and connected their lips.

you took a step back as your chest begun to feel heavy, while the room suddenly felt ten times more crowded as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you because of course, this just had to happen.

how dare you think you had a chance when she went out of her way to bring two of babette’s girls to this blasted party when she already visits them on a regular basis? how dare you think you ever stood a chance against these girls, with their pristine clothing, nicely styled hair and perfect bodies?

you wanted the world to swallow you whole.

“hey, you okay?” thieram asked as your breathing became shallow.

you nodded, harshly swiping the tears that threatened to spill at the corners of your eyes as you walked back to the exit.

“y-yeah, I’m just-“

in your stupor, you didn’t even realize a man was behind you not until you bumped into him, causing him to spill his drink and cuss you out as you started apologizing, creating a commotion.

“I’m so sorry!” you said, your cheeks heating up as you looked around the room before your eyes landed on her again.

but this time, sevika was staring straight at you.

swallowing nervously, you pushed past the sea of people and made your way out of the bar, not even bothering to say goodbye to thieram as you busted through the doors of the back exit, breathing heavily as you slid against the wall of the bar, with your hands on your knees and your tears ruining your makeup.

you should’ve known this was a mistake. you mentally scolded yourself over and over because who were you fooling when you thought sevika would spare a glance your way? even if you dolled yourself up, in the end sevika had countless of women to choose from, and you were never going to be an option. no matter how hard you tried.

stewing in self-pity, you wiped away at your cheeks and stood back up, planning to just head back home and forget the night even happened when the doors of the bar suddenly burst open, making you jump as you whipped around, and your breath hitched when you were met with sevika’s steely grey eyes.

she assessed your frenzied state, staring just a bit longer at your attire, scanning your legs up to your thighs until it stopped at your chest, which was heaving erratically, drawing attention to your cleavage.

“leaving so soon?” she quipped, not hiding the shameful way she was ogling at you “especially when you look this pretty?”

biting your tongue, you tried so hard not to let her words get to you. no. this is what she does, she butters you up and makes you think you have a chance then she turns around and makes you feel like utter shit. this is what she does and you’re not going to sit around making an idiot out of yourself.

“I’m just not feeling good is all.” you said as you attempted to walk past her.

but you were immediately stopped when she grabbed your arm, though her touch was gentle “let me walk you home. it’s not safe especially when you’re out here dressed like that.”

you couldn’t stop yourself, you were filled with so much unnecessary bitterness that as soon as those words left her mouth, you could only scoff before ripping away your arm, causing her to look at you with her eyebrow raised.

“I can handle myself, just go back to those girls that were all over you. it seemed like you were having a great time with them anyways.” you spat, attempting to bristle past her.

however, you gasped when she not only blocked your path but abruptly pushed your body against the wall of the building. not too harsh but with enough force to make you look up at her in compliance.

she towered over your smaller form and took your chin using her prosthetic hand, her metal fingers making you shiver as her breath mingled with your own.

“what’s with the attitude?”

“just let me go-“

“the fuck I will,” she cut you off, her tone harsh “now, I’ll ask again, what’s with the attitude? you’re never like this.”

you clenched your jaw “never like what? you don’t even know me enough to make assumptions of how I normally act.”

“like a bitch is what I’m saying,” she said through her teeth “seriously, what crawled up your ass? you show up looking like this and you can’t even be bothered to stick around let alone have a drink,”

“why should I?” you shook your head “you looked too busy anyways. just forget it and go back to those-“

“what’s with you and the girls I brough-“

“because why waste your time on me?” the dam finally broke, and all your thoughts came flooding out as sevika blinked at you, dumbfounded “you never give me the time of the day even though we’ve been working for so long, and it had to take me getting injured for you to even strike up a conversation with me. you’re always at the gardens and I know it’s none of my business what you do with your time but just…”

you looked to your feet, regret washing in “just forget it. it’s so stupid.”

however, her grip on you only tightened “no, you’re right. it is none of your business, that’s why I want to know why you’re acting this way. I’m not a mind reader, princess. you can’t expect me to know what you want and you haven’t really made it easy either. you think I wanted to wait that long to approach you? talking goes both ways. and you avoiding me so much in the past hasn’t really given me the chance to get to know you. fuck, I even thought…”

you waited for her to finish as she faced away from you “thought what?” you said, your voice merely a whisper.

she sighed as she pressed her body closer to you “I thought you didn’t like me. you never a spoke a word to me but I’ve always noticed you. you’re so good at your job but you only kept to yourself. I just thought you found me and the others too vulgar. I get it. we’re different. but then you had a drink with me and you seemed genuinely interested…”

you inhaled sharply “I was, and still am.”

“then what’s the matter? why are you acting like you’re disgusted with me all of a sudden?”

“it’s not you! it’s just…” you let out a shaky breath “it’s just hard to be around you because I’ve always noticed you too. I was just intimidated but I’ve admired your work ethic, just everything about you really, so much that I even… god, it’s embarrassing.”

“no,” she pulled you closer “tell me,”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, looking away “it’s silly.”

she lifted her flesh hand and pushed away the strands of hair that fell over your face. leaning closer that you felt her lips brush against your cheek.

“you got a little crush on me is what you’re saying?” her mouth quirked into a teasing grin as you groaned, trying to push her away.

“you’re such an ass…” you muttered as her hands slowly maneuvered down to your thighs, and suddenly, she was lifting you by her arms and against the wall as you squealed.

her nose nudged your jaw, leaving a soft kiss underneath and your hands found purchase on her strong shoulders.

“you should’ve told me sooner…” she purred, her voice deep and enticing “it would’ve saved me a hell lot of money from visiting the gardens when I could’ve had you all this time.”

you weren’t given the chance to speak when she suddenly captured your lips in a fervent kiss, making you gasp as she lets out a growl hearing your needy whines.

eventually, you surrendered to it, moving in sync with the frenzied way she was kissing you. almost as if she was just as desperate for this as you were.

you rolled your hips against her torso and sevika lets out a chuckle at your urgency, taking your legs as she wrapped them around her waist.

she took the ends of your dress and pulled them up, tearing your tights down and you let out a whine “s-sev… we’re outside-“

“then let them hear,” her breathing was staggered from all the movement “I’ve waited for this for so long.“

you bit your lip “yeah?”

she nodded, slipping your tights off your legs and discarding them to the side “if you think whatever feelings you’ve had for me was one-sided, you thought wrong.” she kissed your lips with bruising force and you could only moan against her mouth “ever since I laid eyes on silco’s pretty little informant, you’ve always been on my mind.”

her fingers felt down your covered cunt, and you writhed against her palm as she pushed past the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them off, teasing you as your slick met her calloused fingers, making her head spin “you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you, princess?” she asked softly.

you nodded as you begun soaking her palm with your juices, riding her fingers and she parted your folds, thumbing at your clit before she slid one finger in, feeling at your gummy walls before adding a second finger and soon, she was scissoring them in you as your forehead dropped to her shoulder.

jostling in her hold as your body shook, she curled her fingers and started a slow pace that got you moaning her name, and she nodded at your desperate sounds “yeah, that’s it, baby. let everybody know how much you needed this.”

she bent her head down and nipped at your jaw while you humped her scarred hand in earnest “you should’ve fucking told me sooner. do you know how much torture it was to see you walk around the office, all pretty and shy, and not wanting to make a move because I thought you didn’t like me? when all this time your tight little pussy has been weeping for me to fill it.”

you cried out, getting closer to that awaited peak especially when she starts to piston her thick fingers inside you at a maddening speed “I needed this so much, sev. fuck.” you admitted, completely lack of shame.

“I know, baby. now that I know how much you’ve needed this I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” she said and you opened your tear stained eyes to look at her.

“do I feel better than the girls you’ve had before?” you whispered and she nodded, an urgency to it as if she wanted to drill it inside your head that she means every word.

“fuck yeah, baby. I can’t wait to have you in every way that I like. on my tongue, around my fingers…” you let out the most obscene moan at her words “and my cock.”

your orgasm tore through you like a punch to the gut, your mouth falling open into a guttural cry as you creamed against her fingers while she kept curling them inside you, already feeling overstimulated while she talked you through it.

“that’s it…” she said in awe “you feel so good, baby.”

she slowly pulled her fingers out of you and you whined at the loss. but your eyes widened when suddenly sevika planted your wobbly legs down onto the ground and knelt down in front of you and started lapping away at your soaked pussy, her pupils blown wide as she began cleaning you up.

once she was done, she stood up and helped you into your underwear, breathing heavily before connecting her lips with yours. you melted as you tasted yourself on her tongue and the kiss was warmer, gentler this time.

she pulled away, leaning her forehead against yours “let me take you out?”

it took a while for your mind to process her words, still fuzzy from the aftermath of your orgasm but once it sunk in, you could only chuckle as you smiled up at her.

“usually you’d ask that first then try to have sex with me in an alley…”

there was a playful glint in her eyes “what can I say, I couldn’t wait any longer.”

you hummed, cupping her face as you drew her in for another kiss.

“yeah, me neither.”

[swan2swan]

So Steel City Con is just a Death Note, then.

[lacilou]

One of these days, my ovaries will actually explode. Mr. Ackles, I'm sending the bill to you.

📸: WinchesterMelody

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The majority of censorship is self-censorship

I'm on tour with my new novel The Bezzle! Catch me TONIGHT in SAN DIEGO (Feb 22, Mysterious Galaxy). After that, it's LA (Saturday night, with Adam Conover), Seattle (Monday, with Neal Stephenson), then Portland, Phoenix and more!

I know a lot of polymaths, but Ada Palmer takes the cake: brilliant science fiction writer, brilliant historian, brilliant librettist, brilliant singer, and then some:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/10/monopoly-begets-monopoly/#terra-ignota

Palmer is a friend and a colleague. In 2018, she, Adrian Johns and I collaborated on "Censorship, Information Control, & Information Revolutions from Printing Press to Internet," a series of grad seminars at the U Chicago History department (where Ada is a tenured prof, specializing in the Inquisition and Renaissance forbidden knowledge):

https://ifk.uchicago.edu/research/faculty-fellow-projects/censorship-information-control-information-revolutions-from-printing-press/

The project had its origins in a party game that Ada and I used to play at SF conventions: Ada would describe a way that the Inquisitions' censors attacked the printing press, and I'd find an extremely parallel maneuver from governments, the entertainment industry or other entities from the much more recent history of internet censorship battles.

With the seminars, we took it to the next level. Each 3h long session featured a roster of speakers from many disciplines, explaining everything from how encryption works to how white nationalists who were radicalized in Vietnam formed an armored-car robbery gang to finance modems and Apple ][+s to link up neo-Nazis across the USA.

We borrowed the structure of these sessions from science fiction conventions, home to a very specific kind of panel that doesn't always work, but when it does, it's fantastic. It was a natural choice: after all, Ada and I know each other through science fiction.

Even if you're not an sf person, you've probably heard of the Hugo Awards, the most prestigious awards in the field, voted on each year by attendees of the annual World Science Fiction Convention (Worldcon). And even if you're not an sf fan, you might have heard about a scandal involving the Hugo Awards, which were held last year in China, a first:

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/science-fiction-authors-excluded-hugo-awards-china-rcna139134

A little background: each year's Worldcon is run by a committee of volunteers. These volunteers put together bids to host the Worldcon, and canvass Worldcon attendees to vote in favor of their bid. For many years, a group of Chinese fans attempted to field a successful bid to host a Worldcon, and, eventually, they won.

At the time, there were many concerns: about traveling to a country with a poor human rights record and a reputation for censorship, and about the logistics of customary Worldcon attendees getting visas. During this debate, many international fans pointed to the poor human rights record in the USA (which has hosted the vast majority of Worldcons since their inception), and the absolute ghastly rigmarole the US government subjects many foreign visitors to when they seek visas to come to the US for conventions.

Whatever side of this debate you came down on, it couldn't be denied that the Chinese Worldcon rang a lot of alarm-bells. Communications were spotty, and then the con was unceremoniously rescheduled for months after the original scheduled date, without any good explanation. Rumors swirled of Chinese petty officials muscling their way into the con's administration.

But the real alarm bells started clanging after the Hugo Award ceremony. Normally, after the Hugos are given out, attendees are given paper handouts tallying the nominations and votes, and those numbers are also simultaneously published online. Technically, the Hugo committee has a grace period of some weeks before this data must be published, but at every Worldcon I've attended over the past 30+ years, I left the Hugos with a data-sheet in my hand.

Then, in early December, at the very last moment, the Hugo committee released its data – and all hell broke loose. Numerous, acclaimed works had been unilaterally "disqualified" from the ballot. Many of these were written by writers from the Chinese diaspora, but some works – like an episode of Neil Gaiman's Sandman – were seemingly unconnected to any national considerations.

Readers and writers erupted in outrage, demanding to know what had happened. The Hugo administrators – Americans and Canadians who'd volunteered in those roles for many years and were widely viewed as being members in good standing of the community – were either silent or responded with rude and insulting remarks. One thing they didn't do was explain themselves.

The absence of facts left a void that rumors and speculation rushed in to fill. Stories of Chinese official censorship swirled online, and along with them, a kind of I-told-you-so: China should never have been home to a Worldcon, the country's authoritarian national politics are fundamentally incompatible with a literary festival.

As the outrage mounted and the scandal breached from the confines of science fiction fans and writers to the wider world, more details kept emerging. A damning set of internal leaks revealed that it was those long-serving American and Canadian volunteers who decided to censor the ballot. They did so out of a vague sense that the Chinese state would visit some unspecified sanction on the con if politically unpalatable works appeared on the Hugo ballot. Incredibly, they even compiled clumsy dossiers on nominees, disqualifying one nominee out of a mistaken belief that he had once visited Tibet (it was actually Nepal).

There's no evidence that the Chinese state asked these people to do this. Likewise, it wasn't pressure from the Chinese state that caused them to throw out hundreds of ballots cast by Chinese fans, whom they believed were voting for a "slate" of works (it's not clear if this is the case, but slate voting is permitted under Hugo rules).

All this has raised many questions about the future of the Hugo Awards, and the status of the awards that were given in China. There's widespread concern that Chinese fans involved with the con may face state retaliation due to the negative press that these shenanigans stirred up.

But there's also a lot of questions about censorship, and the nature of both state and private censorship, and the relationship between the two. These are questions that Ada is extremely well-poised to answer; indeed, they're the subject of her book-in-progress, entitled Why We Censor: from the Inquisition to the Internet.

In a magisterial essay for Reactor, Palmer stakes out her central thesis: "The majority of censorship is self-censorship, but the majority of self-censorship is intentionally cultivated by an outside power":

https://reactormag.com/tools-for-thinking-about-censorship/

States – even very powerful states – that wish to censor lack the resources to accomplish totalizing censorship of the sort depicted in Nineteen Eighty-Four. They can't go from house to house, searching every nook and cranny for copies of forbidden literature. The only way to kill an idea is to stop people from expressing it in the first place. Convincing people to censor themselves is, "dollar for dollar and man-hour for man-hour, much cheaper and more impactful than anything else a censorious regime can do."

Ada invokes examples modern and ancient, including from her own area of specialty, the Inquisition and its treatment of Gailileo. The Inquistions didn't set out to silence Galileo. If that had been its objective, it could have just assassinated him. This was cheap, easy and reliable! Instead, the Inquisition persecuted Galileo, in a very high-profile manner, making him and his ideas far more famous.

But this isn't some early example of Inquisitorial Streisand Effect. The point of persecuting Galileo was to convince Descartes to self-censor, which he did. He took his manuscript back from the publisher and cut the sections the Inquisition was likely to find offensive. It wasn't just Descartes: "thousands of other major thinkers of the time wrote differently, spoke differently, chose different projects, and passed different ideas on to the next century because they self-censored after the Galileo trial."

This is direct self-censorship, where people are frightened into silencing themselves. But there's another form of censorship, which Ada calls "middlemen censorship." That's when someone other than the government censors a work because they fear what the government would do if they didn't. Think of Scholastic's cowardly decision to pull inclusive, LGBTQ books out of its book fair selections even though no one had ordered them to do so:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/06/books/scholastic-book-racism-maggie-tokuda-hall.html

This is a form of censorship outsourcing, and it "multiplies the manpower of a censorship system by the number of individuals within its power." The censoring body doesn't need to hire people to search everyone's houses for offensive books – it can frighten editors, publishers, distributors, booksellers and librarians into suppressing the books in the first place.

This outsourcing blurs the line between state and private surveillance. Think about comics. After a series of high-profile Congressional hearings about the supposed danger of comics to impressionable young minds, the comics industry undertook a regime of self-censorship, through which the private Comics Code Authority would vet comings for "dangerous" content before allowing its seal of approval to appear on the comics' covers. Distributors and retailers refused to carry books without a CCA stamp, so publishers refused to publish books unless they could get a CCA stamp.

The CCA was unaccountable, capricious – and racist. By the 60s and 70s, it became clear that comic about Black characters were subjected to much tighter scrutiny than comics featuring white heroes. The CCA would reject "a drop of sweat on the forehead of a Black astronaut as 'too graphic' since it 'could be mistaken for blood.'" Every comic that got sent back by the CCA meant long, brutal reworkings by writers and illustrators to get them past the censors.

The US government never censored heroes like Black Panther, but the chain of events that created the CCA "middleman censors" made sure that Black Panther appeared in far fewer comics starring Marvel's most prominent Black character. An analysis of censorship that tries to draw a line between private and public censorship would say that the government played no role in Black Panther's banishment to obscurity – but without Congressional action, Black Panther would never have faced censorship.

This is why attempts to cleanly divide public and private censorship always break down. Many people will tell you that when Twitter or Facebook blocks content they disagree with, that's not censorship, since censorship is government action, and these are private actors. What they mean is that Twitter and Facebook censorship doesn't violate the First Amendment, but it's perfectly possible to infringe on free speech without violating the US Constitution. What's more, if the government fails to prevent monopolization of our speech forums – like social media – and also declines to offer its own public speech forums that are bound to respect the First Amendment, we can end up with government choices that produce an environment in which some ideas are suppressed wherever they might find an audience – all without violating the Constitution:

https://locusmag.com/2020/01/cory-doctorow-inaction-is-a-form-of-action/

The great censorious regimes of the past – the USSR, the Inquisition – left behind vast troves of bureaucratic records, and these records are full of complaints about the censors' lack of resources. They didn't have the manpower, the office space, the money or the power to erase the ideas they were ordered to suppress. As Ada notes, "In the period that Spain’s Inquisition was wildly out of Rome’s control, the Roman Inquisition even printed manuals to guide its Inquisitors on how to bluff their way through pretending they were on top of what Spain was doing!"

Censors have always done – and still do – their work not by wielding power, but by projecting it. Even the most powerful state actors are not powerful enough to truly censor, in the sense of confiscating every work expressing an idea and punishing everyone who creates such a work. Instead, when they rely on self-censorship, both by individuals and by intermediaries. When censors act to block one work and not another, or when they punish one transgressor while another is free to speak, it's tempting to think that they are following some arcane ruleset that defines when enforcement is strict and when it's weak. But the truth is, they censor erratically because they are too weak to censor comprehensively.

Spectacular acts of censorship and punishment are a performance, "to change the way people act and think." Censors "seek out actions that can cause the maximum number of people to notice and feel their presence, with a minimum of expense and manpower."

The censor can only succeed by convincing us to do their work for them. That's why drawing a line between state censorship and private censorship is such a misleading exercise. Censorship is, and always has been, a public-private partnership.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/22/self-censorship/#hugos

[zeropro]

How long have they been away from Cybertron, and is the planet alright or a hustle world?

I think at some point I'm gonna make a post with all my AU content in chronological order, but for now you can just have my notes on the timeline.

(check tags for the tldr on the ask)

Here’s the current timeline so far…

Long ass time ago BCE

The first Cybertronian Golden Age

Luna 1 disappears

Paradise era, Knights of Cybertron leave

Cybertronian Dark Age (The Age of Barbarism)

Rise of the thirteen

Cyberutopia is created somewhere

Onyx Prime (who is NOT Shockwave in this AU) attempts a colonialism

The Dead Universe and Unicron are created

Caminus, Velocitron, and other planets are colonized by Titans

Megatrous kills Solus Prime with the Star Saber

First civil war

During experimentation into gestalt technology, five beastformers are made into the first successful Combiner team: the Predacons

After the war, Nova Prime ushers in the Second Golden Age and resets the calendar

5.7 million BCE

“Functionist sentiment becomes an institution of society overseen by the Functionist Council, with robots expected to stick to a single job determined by their alt modes.” -tfwiki

Nova Prime enacts “The Expansion,” for which the first wave of cold constructed Cybertronians are brought online

Megatron (1st cycle 012) and Orion Pax are born under Functionalism. Megatron is one of the first cold constructed mechs.

The Constructicons are created

Nova Prime disappears into the dead universe and Nominus Prime takes leadership under a new corrupt senate. Expansion is put on hold

Megatron works as a miner in Tarn (demolition=menial labor class) Megs wanted to be a medic but quickly gives up on that dream

Orion Pax works as a dock worker in Iacon (truck=transport class) OP wanted to be an archivist and is able to work his way up to it due to having access to greater social mobility

Cybertron experiences no shortage of violence: civil wars, riots, off-world campaigns, and alien invasions continue to happen sporadically throughout its history. Wanting to bolster Cybertron’s airforce, a new style of war-frame is designed and mass produced. These cold constructed jets received the classification: Seekers (after their intended function: seek and destroy)

Skywarp is born (6th cycle 023) as a first generation Seeker and was immediately sent to the military. He is then at some point reassigned to spec ops due to his powerful outlier ability.

Seekers offline too easily so the next few waves of Seekers are sent to the Cybertronian War Academy for training before joining the military

Skywarp is sent to Praxus and subjected to intensive study. Space bridge and quantum based hyper-drive technology will later see great advancements thanks to his contributions to science

Thundercracker is brought online as one of the last batch of Seekers (24th cycle 124). By then the Cybertronian War Academy roster was too full so he was given the (limited) option to pick his vocation. He chose to work as a courier in Vos.

“Those who were constructed cold face institutionalized apartheid; although this eventually ends due to mounting public pressure, including mass protests and marches. However, intrinsic prejudice against constructed cold Transformers persists in among a sizable percentage of the population.” -tfwiki

Megatron and pax become friends while advocating against cold construct apartheid and functionalism. Pax considered Megatron like a brother to him but Megatron always felt distanced by their class divide

Scientists have been pulling sparks out of the Matrix faster than frames can be constructed for them. Sparks without ready frames will be “frozen” for future use

The Matrix "runs dry" (is replaced by a fake) and cold construction as a common method of creation stops entirely

The Senate’s evil science division, the Institute, establishes Shadowplay and Empurata as common practices

The energy crisis forces a planet-wide rationing of resources

Cryak commissions a Seeker frame to be constructed and has a thawed spark placed in it. Starscream is born (22nd cycle 415).

5 million BCE

Starscream escapes

Thundercracker finds Starscream

4.5 million BCE

Due to the energy crisis, tension is high between city-states. The Senate establish the sport of Gladiatorial games to try and mitigate the animosity. These games are held in Kaon and become very popular

Starscream defies Functionalism by pursuing many different jobs. Whenever he would get in trouble or fall on hard times he’d turn to Thundercracker for help

Orion Pax encourages Megatron to publish his political writings

Orion Pax joins the police force

The first appearance of the pacifist grassroots movement calling themselves Decepticons. Their ideology is based on Megatron’s first published treatise

Megatron is caught in a bar fight and is wrongfully arrested. Whirl beats him up in jail, changing Megatron’s perspective on violence

Megatron loses his job due to automation and signs up to be a gladiator

Starscream goes to college (not really, I just like to call the period of time where he went to work as a Scientist in Iacon "college" cuz it's funny XD) and meets Skyfire. The two become close

Senator Protius promises to make the Decepticons a real political party by way of census. In truth he just wanted a list of names so they can shadowplay all the Decepticons. Skyfire almost signs on but Starscream convinces him not to

Megatron continues to publish his writings while gaining fame as a gladiator. The Decepticon movement takes a shift from pacifism towards terrorism

Skywarp likes watching the gladiator fights whenever they are assigned to patrol the events  

The gladiator Ravage finds a discarded Soundwave struggling to deal with his telepathic powers and takes him under his wing

Skywarp plays a prank on the government

Starscream and Skyfire go off-world on an expedition, intending to travel to the Sol system and back (they're gone for about 40 turns on the Cybertronian calendar, or approximately 50,000 Earth years)

The Senate discover Nominus’ matrix is a fake and have him secretly killed

The Senate enacts the Clampdown

Thundercracker loses his job and is forced to join the military

4.3 million BCE

Senator Shockwave gets shadowplayed

Sentinel Prime takes leadership

The Decepticons begin secretly forming an army under Megatron

Orion Pax and Megatron break up

Starscream returns to Cybertron without Skyfire and is subsequently tried for Skyfire’s murder, for which he was found innocent. He is still expelled from the Academy

Starscream goes back to Vos, and crashes on Thundercracker's couch for a while

Thundercracker takes Starscream to watch a gladiator fight, which is where Starscream takes note of Megatron

Despite his reservations, Starscream joins the military in order to learn how to fight as well as gain rapport with the military Seekers

While stealing a military airship, Megatron finds Skywarp locked up in the ship's engine room and rescues him. Skywarp joins the Decepticons

Tension between Vos and Tarn is at an all time high, leading to outright civil war between the two city-states

4 million BCE

The Bombing of Vos ends the civil war

Megatron shows up to recruit Decepticons in the aftermath of the Vos-Tarn civil war. Starscream stands up and gives a speech that convinces the majority of Vos' Seeker population to join the Decepticons

Starscream joins the Decepticons

Starscream uses Skywarp to get close to Megatron

The Decepticons threaten war by launching an attack on Iacon. Starscream leads the group that levels the Academy to the ground. He doesn't feel better.

Thundercracker is deployed to help quell the Decepticon activity in Iacon. Thundercracker confronts Starscream and Starscream begs him for help. Thundercracker joins the Decepticons

Megatron is captured and almost gets shadowplayed, but escapes thanks to Starscream, Skywarp, and Soundwave

Megatron no longer thinks the current system can be changed, even with violence. Now his aim is to burn it all down and rebuild from scratch.

Starscream and Soundwave massacre the entire Senate 

Shockwave joins the Decepticons

Megatron officially declares war

Megatron defeats Sentinel Prime and Zeta Prime takes leadership

The Fall of the First Five Cities

Zeta Prime attempts a war crime, Orion Pax and Megatron team up to stop him, and then Megatron betrays Orion and leaves him to die

Orion Pax becomes Optimus Prime

The Battle of Sherma Bridge, where Optimus Prime and Megatron first clash (allegedly)

Praxus falls

Starscream becomes Air Commander. He appoints Thundercracker and Skywarp as his Wing Second and Third. The Trine is complete

Decepticons pull ahead and as a last ditch effort the Autobots thaw previously frozen sparks to construct a new army of MTOs

War happens

The Trine grow close

Megatron gets worse

3 million BCE

War continues to happen

Megatron at this point has tunnel visioned into wanting only one thing: defeating Optimus Prime

Megatron and Prime get into giant hamster balls and play WOW for several vorn. Starscream is mad about it

Starscream starts trying to take over the Decepticons and Megatron physically punishes him for it.

While on a mission, Thundercracker meets Bumblebee briefly

Skywarp accidentally sacrifices himself to protect Starscream, almost dying. Starscream is devastated to find he actually cares about this idiot

1 million BCE

The Autobots (aboard the Ark) and the Decepticons (aboard the Nemesis) leave Cybertron in search of resources

They crash on prehistoric Earth and remain in stasis for one million years

The war continues on Cybertron, lead by Shockwave and Elita1

0.9 million BCE

The Decepticons overthrow Shockwave and he flees to Luna 2

Hot Rod gathers a rag tag crew and leaves Cybertron on the Lost Light in search of Optimus Prime

The Lost Light discovers the Dead Universe and Nova Prime

Cyclonus joins the Lost Light crew

0.7 million BCE

Shockwave clones Sunstorm

The Great Shutdown: Cybertron completely runs out of energy and everyone falls into stasis

The Lost Light return to Cybertron. Upon finding everyone in stasis, they venture back into space to find a solution

1984

Reawakened on Earth, the Autobots continue to wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of the Decepticons

The Decepticons rebuild the Nemisis into the Victory and try to head back to Cybertron, but they crash into the ocean after Autobot interference

Megatron orders Shockwave to build him a space bridge while he collects energy on Earth to revive Cybertron

Megatron begins abusing Starscream

Typical G1 Cartoon shenanigans occur

Wheeljack builds the Dinobots

The Decepticons find Skyfire in the ice. Starscream tries to get Skyfire to join the Decepticons, but Skyfire refuses when Starscream proves willing to harm humans

Starscream starts to have nightmares. He stops sleeping well

1991

Shockwave completes his space bridge and visits Earth, only to find Megatron has completely lost the plot. After serving on Earth for a few years he goes back to Luna 2 with the intent on finishing his doomsday device, only to find Sunstorm has escaped. He begins migrating his lab to the Decepticon's ocean base on Earth in order to finish his work there.

Megatron obtains frozen sparks from Cybertron and builds the Stunticons. The Autobots rescue half the sparks he had brought over and create the Aerialbots

Starscream's plots to overthrow Megatron are becoming more and more unhinged. At some point he goes to Cybertron and steals some incarcerated memory components and builds the Combaticons, effectively freeing these criminals (including Swindle) from jail

Hot Rod and the Lost Light crew arrive on Earth

2008

Megatron goes too far

Thundercracker defects

2009

After the Decepticons destroyed several human cities, the Autobots finally defeat Megatron with the help of their human allies at the Battle of New York

Seeing that Megatron has fallen, Starscream declares himself the new leader, but Soundwave rescues Megatron's mostly dead body and convinces Shockwave to try and fix him

Optimus Prime dies of his injuries and Bumblebee becomes leader

Hot Rod, now going by Rodimus, leaves Earth on the Lost Light

2010

The humans are justifiably angry with the Cybertronians for destroying their world. Unable to leave the planet, the remaining Decepticons either get captured or go into hiding. 

Thundercracker watches a lot of TV and is now friends with Bumblebee

The Autobots are helping capture Decepticons on Earth

Starscream struggles to lead the Decepticons

2011

Sunstorm arrives on Earth

Starscream frees the Decepticons from human containment, but they still wont follow him

2012

The humans have rebuilt the cities that were destroyed by the Decepticons three years ago

Everyone basically living as tho the war is over

Megatron is brought back by Shockwave and immediately goes to punish Starscream for doing a poor job leading the Decepticons, even tho Starscream did his best.

Skywarp's loyalty to Megatron finally breaks apart, and he gets them out of there before Megatron turns violent, effectively defecting from the Decepticons

Starscream tries to apologize to Thundercracker in order to get his help with fighting Megatron, but Thundercracker turns him down. Starscream shoots Thundercracker in the back, much to Skywarp’s dismay

Starscream and Skywarp hide out on Earth for a bit

Megatron is trying to gather his scattered forces, specifically the combiners

Starscream and Skywarp have an argument and part ways for a bit

Starscream comes across some Decepticon activity and attacks them

Megatron shows up and begins beating Starscream to a pulp

Skywarp jumps in to save Starscream but is shot mid-warp and his warp drive destabilizes

With no other option, Starscream turns to the Autobots for help, with Skywarp in tow

Thundercracker gets a dog

And that's where we are now! Thanks so much for reading!

The current plan going forward is as follows:

1 year later (2013): Combiner Wars, which leads directly into Dark Cybertron [feat. Sunstorm] followed by the Presidential Arc, which lasts about 3-5 years ending in the Apology Comic

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Il Gattopardo (Rob Lucci X Reader, OS, dubcon, Mafia AU)

18+ MDNI | on Ao3

I got a few asks about the pussycat himself, Rob Lucci. I myself have seen the light and have added him to my roster. Here, for you Lucci-nonnies, is a Mafia AU for Lucci. It's dub con but he's not really all that bad (for Rob Lucci)

I’m trying out a new style - this is basically the outline for the series I cooked up for him. I’m feeling a little burnt out tbh and don't want yet another WIP on my list. I didn't edit this too heavily, so don't yell at me.

Dub con, forced/ arranged marriage, Lucci typical violence (though not described in detail)

You were a waitress at a fancy club that catered to the highest ranks of the social elite. The clientele weren’t to your taste - always leering, often grabbing your ass as you passed by - but the pay wasn’t something you were in a position to turn down. The owner had ties to some…interesting people but you did your job and earned your pay.

Most of the guests who booked the back room were mafia guys, bringing with them their cigars, their ladies, bottleservice, and their overflowing wallets. All you had to do was plaster on your best smile, grin and bear their terrible attitudes for a few hours and you’d be at least a thousand dollars richer.

Tonight was a big party in celebration of someone or other. You’d worn your highest heels and shortest skirt in honor of the event, navigating the stairs to the VIP section from the bar with ease. The club was bumping, the music loud as you faked laughter at yet another shitty innuendo from a mid ranking Capo. Some of the other girls would take it to the next level, sitting on their laps and letting them get a taste, but that wasn’t really your style. You were there for the job, not anything more.

You were the only one in the secluded section for the moment, the other ladies had been sent for dinner service. It would be a short interlude when you were on your own, only 15 minutes or so - and it was already wearing on you as the Capo leaned in to put his hand on your hip.

Your smile twisted into horror as claws reached through the throat of the capo, slicing it open before your eyes. The Capo was thrown back, blood gurgling from his throat as you stood transfixed. There was only one person it could be - Rob Lucci AKA Il Gattopardo, the Leopard.

He was someone who’s name was never mentioned at full volume, as if saying it would summon him. Il Gattopardo was the top hitman to the Don of Red Line City, the Family that defacto ran the whole country. No one went against the Don, and no one survived a meeting with Il Gattopardo. Urban legend said that he’d eaten a Devil Fruit that gave him the ability to turn into his namesake animal, but you’d never believed it. As he towered over you, his claws and teeth dripping with blood, you found the urban legends were correct.

Lucci made eye contact with you as he threw the Capo like a rag doll, his smile widening into a sickening grin. Several men launched themselves at Lucci, but he disposed of them as quickly and silently as his namesake, killing them with precision and speed. You’d never seen anything like it, the men dying before they even had a chance to draw their weapons.

In what felt like hours but was likely seconds, everyone in the back room was dead, your uniform now spattered with blood. The entire time, you hadn’t moved, had barely breathed, as your survival instincts had you rooted to the spot. Finally, Lucci stood to his full height and ambled towards you, flexing his hands as he readied to end your life.

A white pigeon fluttered from his shoulder to your own, its claws gripping into your shoulders. Lucci’s look changed to a more contemplative one as he looked over your now blood spattered uniform. Looming over you, he grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up. Even though you were about to die, you kept your eyes open as tears ran down your face, locking eyes with the killer once more.

To your shock, Lucci’s grip on your chin tightened as he leaned down and licked the tears off your face in one long stripe of his rough tongue. You shivered, both from the contact and the intensity of the stare he was giving you. Lucci removed his tie, his muscles rippling under his bloodstained clothes, and covered your eyes in a makeshift blindfold.

You were taken to a holding facility of some kind. You were expecting to be killed or tortured, though neither happened. You were allowed to shower, given some food and water, and a cot to sleep on. A few days later you were given a white dress, shoes, and makeup and told to get ready. After you donned the outfit, you were again blindfolded and taken by car somewhere nearby.  

As the blindfold was removed, you saw you were at a church, with Il Gattopardo holding your car door open. He offered his hand and you accepted as he helped you from the car. Lucci was in an all white suit, the pigeon from the night before in a matching ensemble. His hand was warm and calloused and held your own sweaty palm firmly. You couldn’t have run even if you wanted to - and the number of armed, dangerous Mafia men didn’t bode well for your escape anyway.

Entering the Church, you saw the Don of the Celestial Dragon Family waiting inside the building. He briefly kissed Lucci on the cheek before turning his attention to you. Lucci’s hand tightened on your own in warning, though he still hadn’t said a word.

“Well, well. My dear Robert has finally chosen a bride for himself. I have to say, I was a little surprised at his method of selection, but who can argue with a flower as beautiful as this one? Go along Robert, I’ll walk her down the aisle to you,” the Don said while spreading his hands in a gesture of goodwill. Lucci nodded and let go of your hand as the Don offered you his arm. He walked down the aisle towards the priest and you felt like you’d been traded from one predator for an even nastier one.

The Don was smiling as he spoke quietly to you but there was nothing but ice in his tone. “You know why we didn’t kill you yesterday?” he said as you linked your arm on his own. “The only thing standing between you and death? That man right there, il gattopardo. He asked for you as compensation for last night, and I, the generous Don that I am, agreed,” he continued in the same soft voice as music started playing. The Don pulled you along in step with him as he slowly walked you down the aisle, Lucci watching your every move.

“He asked to marry you, not keep you on the side like some of the men do. What do I care? If he wants to marry the first bar whore he takes a fancy to, that’s his business. And would you like to know your business?” he asked as you passed armed guards watching you from behind mirrored sunglasses.

“Your business is to keep him happy. If he comes home at 3 AM wants head, you give him head. If he wants your ass morning noon and night, that’s what you give him. You’ll marry him, keep him happy, and drain his balls for as long as he sees fit. And if he comes to work upset, well, you’ll get a visit from me. And neither of us want that, now do we? You know what happens to witnesses,” he said serenely as he gently pat your arm. By that time you’d made it to the end of the short walkway, Lucci waiting for you with his hands in his pockets.

“Now give me a kiss on the cheek, marry Robert, and see to it that we don’t meet under poor circumstances. Do we understand one another, bellezza?” You nodded, and kissed the Don like he commanded. The Don flashed another smile at the impassive Lucci and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Just a little marriage advice, she’s a smart young woman. You’ve chosen well, my son.” The pigeon once again moved to your shoulder, the nails on its feet nicking the delicate skin of your collarbones.

The rest of the short marriage ceremony was a blur. The only part you remembered was finally hearing Lucci’s voice for the first time as he said “I do.” You didn’t remember saying the same but you must have because soon Lucci slid a golden wedding band on your finger - it was a perfect fit. He then handed you a matching ring for you to put on his own finger. You replicated his movements with shaky fingers, the ring sliding on easily.

His hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you for the first time. His lips were soft and gentle, almost chaste, but his fingers dug into your skin so harshly tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Lucci scanned your face after pulling away, the calm smile of before flashing to the crazed one you’d seen in the bar.

It quickly faded as the Mafia men cheered for your union as Lucci led you away from the church into a waiting car. At first you didn’t speak during the ride to the compound, just looked out the window at the passing scenery.

“On my lap,” il Gattopardo said as a way of greeting. Remembering the Don’s words, you hastily climbed onto Lucci’s lap, his broad, muscled thighs providing you ample seating. He didn’t speak again and you didn’t either as the car made its way to the Don’s massive compound. You weren’t naive, from your work in the bar you knew Mafia men fucked in their cars all the time. Still, you had hoped your wedding night (if you could call it that) would be on an actual bed, not in the back of a moving vehicle.

But Lucci just wrapped his arm around your middle and pulled you closer, his fingers trailing up and down your arm. His other hand crept up your thigh, drawing closer and closer to the lacy lingerie you’d been given along with the dress. He wasn’t looking at you, but as his fingers grazed the edge of your panties, he bit your earlobe. You stifled a squeak as his fingers ran up and down the crease separating your leg from your groin.

As the fortified 15 foot gates began to open to let the car in, Lucci’s goatee tickled your neck as he leaned in, his arm tightening around you once again.

“Did you think I was going to fuck you in front of the driver, sweet little wife? No, no. You’re only for me, no one else,” he said as you leaned your head back onto his shoulder.

As a husband, Lucci was… not what you were expecting. He was cold and distant, but nearly always polite to you. He always greeted you and kissed you before he left, no matter the time of day or night. You weren’t sure if he liked you, but he tolerated your presence well.

Lucci’s house was the farthest away from the Don’s mansion, located deep within the forest at the back of the hundred acre property. Sometimes you thought you saw him running through the woods, but he was too fast to track with your bare eyes. You often felt like he was watching you from deep in the forest, though you weren’t able to catch him in the act. Still, the back of your neck would prickle and you knew he was out there somewhere, making sure you were safe at home.

Lucci was surprisingly agreeable to any changes you wanted to make in the household - he told you that the house was yours to do with as you pleased. He told you to redecorate if you wished and bought any furniture or appliances you asked for. He supplied you with money for your wardrobe - he said nothing you had before was suitable - and complimented you on the new decor of the house. A few days after you’d moved in Lucci asked you if you wanted an engagement ring, but you ultimately declined, stating that you liked the ring he’d given you and didn’t need anything more. He’d nuzzled you that night for the first time, pleased with the answer you’d given.

Despite his aloof but composed nature, you never forgot the sight of his fur dripping with blood in the nightclub or any time you’d seen it thereafter. He’d come home at times with his spots barely distinguishable from the rest of his coat, licking his chops after a successful slaughter. He’d shower outside before he came in but the sight was unnerving enough that you avoided him until he came into the house, the water running off his fur now clear rather than dirty red.  

To ensure it wasn’t your blood he was wearing, you quickly learned what his likes and dislikes were, and tailored your entire life to meet them. It wasn’t the Don’s threats that kept you up at night, it was the deadly leopard whose arm draped over your body that you needed to appease.

Like - Rob Lucci liked to see you waiting for him when he got home from work. He also liked when you ate dinner with him, or at least sat with him when he ate dinner. You learned to cook his favorite meals, which you made for his daily dinner. Most nights at dinnertime he was out working but you thought he did try to return on time. Stripping himself of his work clothes, he’d take a shower and you’d heat his food, sitting down with him after setting the table. He’d come into the kitchen in clean sweatpants, his well muscled body flexing with every move. His routine was to kiss you on the head, sit down across from you, and eat in silence. Afterwards, he took his plate to the sink, rinsed it, and thanked you for the meal, occasionally complimenting your cooking. Every single night.

Dislike - Rob Lucci was intensely jealous. “Kaku says you spoke to another man at the grocery store today,” he’d stated one afternoon as you cooked in the kitchen. He’d come in silently, stalking behind you as you hummed and prepared one of his favorite dishes, ossobuco, for later that evening. You’d squeaked and dropped the wooden spoon into the pot, as Lucci’s leopard form pressed further into you. “Did you want him to die? Is that what you wanted? To see his life blood run down my chin?” he seethed, his razor sharp teeth close to your ear. You didn’t even think he was in the city, he’d told you he’d be gone for several days for this latest mission.

“I..I…” you faltered under his intensity, folding yourself smaller and smaller. He was good to you, nice to you sometimes, but you’d never forgotten who he really was. A cold blooded killer who happened to want you warming his bed. Your eyes filled with tears as he grabbed your throat, his claw tipped hand serving as warning enough. You’d spoken to a man during your check out encounter, but how did Kaku know? You’d only met the enforcer a few times when Lucci had brought him home and you hadn’t seen him around town. “I’m s-sorry, I was j-just talking about the price of the food, he was just a kid,” you whispered. You didn’t know what else to do as the hand around your throat tightened. The worker had been maybe 16, and he proudly told you how the grocery store was his first job.

Lucci tutted at you, releasing you from his grasp. “You are mine,” he’d husked, nipping the tender skin of your shoulder, small droplets of blood seeping out. He licked the wound clean with his Zoan tongue, making you wince with its harsh texture.

You’d met Kaku a few times, and his other coworkers only once before, when there’d been a mandatory Family dinner at the main house. Lucci had instructed you not to cook dinner that night and brought you to the mansion, his and Hattori’s suits matching your dress.  

You felt uncomfortable and out of place as you scanned the room and saw some of the Family’s most infamous members, some with significant others. Lucci barely interacted with the others during the cocktail hour, keeping his hand on the back of your neck the entire time.

You’d sat silently to his right and watched as the various Mafia members chatted and spoke together, laughing and cavorting together. Lucci spoke a few times to Kaku, the giraffe amusing in his own way. You smiled once at something Kaku said and Lucci gripped your upper thigh under the table.

Another Zoan called for your attention, a man with a strange mustache and a long ponytail. “So your wife does exist, Lucci. Thought you were makin’ her up this whole time. Has he spoken to you yet? Or just grunts when he wants somethin’?” he asked derisively, finally looking at you.

Even though Jabra was talking to you, he was still looking at Lucci while he spoke, a wild glint in his eye. You didn’t answer, afraid of the outcome. Lucci transformed his hand and stabbed his claws into the thick mahogany table, the table cracking between his fingertips. Conversation momentarily stopped as others watched the exchange, with Jabra’s laugh ringing out in the background. Meanwhile he patted your thigh under the table, and you entwined your fingers with his own. His thumb stroking over your hand showed his anger was not directed towards you.

As soon as the wives were dismissed by the Don so the Family could discuss business, Lucci immediately sent you back to the house under armed guard, staying for the business meeting at the end of the meal. He returned a few hours later, his suit and skin torn by jagged claws, some of the blood his own but most not. He kissed you then went to change, not mentioning what had happened. You didn’t ask.

Like - Lucci liked that you took excellent care of Hattori. You prepared high quality, fresh bird food for the pigeon daily and catered to his every desire. The Don had said that Lucci was the one who saved your life, but you knew Hattori’s approval was the reason Lucci had spared you. The bird was your lifeline, and you treated him like a king. It was a little disconcerting watching him drink scotch out of a cup, but if that’s what Hattori wanted, that’s what Hattori got. 

Dislike - Lucci didn’t like when you left the compound, much less the house. Like his animal, Lucci preferred a solitary life. For you that meant that he always wanted you home or under his surveillance. He’d had outdoor furniture delivered to the house so you could sit under the shade of an umbrella outside, and would walk the nature trails with you on sunny days, but he wanted you waiting for him whenever he made it back to the house. He was gone for days and sometimes weeks at a time but you dutifully made dinner every night just in the event that he came home.

At first he just had everything you needed delivered to his house - groceries, clothes, furniture, books - but eventually you begged him with enough fervor that he allowed you to leave to go shopping. He’d take you into town himself, patiently watching as you selected your wares. He didn’t complain as he smelled candles that you were thinking of purchasing, giving his input if they were too pungent for his taste.  He looked collected, even casual, but you knew that lurking just under the surface of his calm demeanor was an animal who relished in the spilling of blood. 

~NSFW~

You were fairly certain Lucci didn’t mean to hurt you. He was careful to dull or bite off the tips of his claws before he touched your nude form, and didn’t batter you with his incredible strength. Heeding the warning from the Don, you never denied him no matter what time of day or night he wanted you. That being said, nearly every time you had sex with him you ended up crying, tears streaming down your face as you inevitably begged him for mercy.

Whether it was from overstimulation, edging, tickling, being stuffed full too many times, being fucked for hours on end, being bitten somewhere sensitive, you always ended up crying. Which in turn drove Lucci absolutely wild, filling you to the brim with his come over and over until you thought you’d burst.

Lucci carried you over the threshold of your house after coming home from the Church. You didn’t even have time to look around the house before he sliced through your bra strap as his fingers toyed with your dress. “Run,” was all the warning you got as he set you down on the hardwood floors. You looked up at him with wide eyes and tried to bolt as fast as you could out of the house. You didn’t make it past the living room before Lucci caught you, your body on the floor as he kept you in place easily. He kissed you deeply while rucking up your dress, catching both of your wrists in one large hand and pinning them over your head.

“I can smell your desire, little wife. You’ve been ready for me,” was all he said before he plunged into you. You later learned that he’d been going easy on you, not using the Zoan form of his cock and allowing you to adjust to his length.

Lucci took you on the floor where he’d caught you, later flipping you over for doggy style as you panted beneath him. You’d never taken anyone near as large as Lucci, and definitely not with the intensity he had. He plunged into you over and over, the tip of his cock brushing your gspot, giving you a sensation you’d never had before. One hand was under your belly, pushing against his own cock within you while the other rubbed your clit more tenderly than you were expecting.

Lucci had you coming on his cock as he buried himself in you. The first time you came, he bit your shoulder blade with his Zoan teeth, making you scream even louder as you hit your peak. It wasn’t like in the romance novels you used to read, it hurt as his teeth rent your flesh. He was proud of himself afterwards, licking the spot repeatedly even as you whined.

Later, after he’d come in you twice, he’d carried you to his bed. You were nodding off to sleep, thinking that he might have worn himself out, only to feel his rough tongue on the insides of your thighs. It was a harsher texture than a human tongue, making you try to close your thighs from surprise. Lucci held your legs open easily, taking what he wanted from you.

After he’d licked his fill, he transformed into his Zoan form. You scooted back on the bed, frightened. “I can’t - that’s not going to fit,” you whispered, gesturing to his weeping cock. He fisted it as he looked at you, stroking it in a loose fist. His human cock had been large, but his Zoan one was enormous, matching his gigantic leopard form.

“It will. You were made for this,” he purred, grabbing an ankle to pull you back towards him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and braced for intense pain, but it didn’t come. Not exactly. Lucci fed you his cock slowly, pushing forward every time you exhaled.

Even with his patience, he was dripping sweat by the time he was finally sheathed within you. You felt his possession of you everywhere - his cock stretching you full, his fur on your legs, his teeth on your face - it was all too much. As he began moving, you began crying from overstimulation. Like the night you met, he leaned down and licked the tears off your face but this time kissed you deeply thereafter.

Within minutes, Lucci was bouncing you on his lap, thrusting up into you as you came yet another time. You lost count of how many orgasms he wrung from you on your wedding night, but he allowed you to sleep in the following day. You woke around noon and stumbled into the kitchen to make him food, only to find him drinking tea on the couch.

After that point, for as domestic as Lucci was when he was relaxing in your presence, he was feral when he came back from a mission. He always wanted you in lacy underwear, which he would immediately shred. He then would lap at your folds until you were wet enough to take him, splitting you on his throbbing member. He’d thrust into you without abandon until he came deep within you.

After the first time he came, the sex would be a little less intense, but always under Lucci’s control. Sex was on his terms, on his schedule, and at his convenience. He always made sure you came multiple times, but you weren’t allowed to do anything to chase it yourself - he had to be the one to make you come undone.

You also weren’t allowed to masturbate when he was gone. No matter how long he would be gone for, you weren’t allowed to touch yourself without him. “That’s my pretty pussy,” he’d growled in your ear the day after your wedding as he prepared to leave the house. “Don’t you dare touch it while I’m away.” You were too scared to defy him; sure he’d be able to tell if you disobeyed his orders.

Lucci always felt for himself while he was inside you, his hands pressing against your abdomen to feel his own cock as he fucked you. When he was in his Zoan form, the bulge was particularly pronounced and Lucci reveled in seeing your distended walls taking him. “My wife, taking me so well, being so good for me,” he’d purr into your ear as his hand pressed down on you, intensifying the feelings of being completely full. The rare praise coupled with the overwhelming sensations often had you coming as soon as the words left his mouth - not that he let you stop there.

When the weather permitted, Lucci would have you flee down the nature trails near the house to chase you down. You never made it far, he was faster and stronger than you could ever dream of being. He took you wherever he caught you - against a tree, bent over a rock, or even on the forest floor.

One time you managed to fool him for a few seconds using a piece of your clothing heavily doused in your scent. Lucci had delighted in your deception, forcing you to sit on his face once he caught you, his long Zoan tongue thrust deep within you as you ground yourself on his face. By the time he was done with you, he had to carry your limp body back to the house as you dozed off in his arms.

If he felt you weren’t obedient or strong enough, he wouldn’t allow you to come until you’d “proven” yourself. Sometimes that involved sucking him off until your jaw ached, sometimes that meant riding him to his satisfaction, and sometimes that meant you were thrown over his knee and spanked, your ass sore and red for days to come.

His sensitive sense of smell made him able to detect when you were wet and waiting for him. He would rub his nose up and down your slit and inhale deeply, licking his lips to begin tasting you.

Lucci was obsessed with your breasts. Even when you weren’t having sex, he was always pawing at them or slipping his hand under your shirt and bra to touch them. When your shirt was off, it seemed like one of your nipples was always in his mouth and the other rolled between his calloused fingertips. Many times he bruised your nipples and breasts from his attention, but that only increased his attention. He loved when you were impaled on his cock, writhing as he sucked on your nipples but not allowing you to thrust yourself up and down.

Lucci loved when you cockwarmed him. He said it was a type of training for him, to want something intensely and deny himself the pleasure. There were many nights where you found yourself impaled on his cock in his armchair, facing away from him as one hand gripped your hips and the other read missives or non fiction books. One night you weren’t as focused as Lucci and were squirming but he kept you in place easily as your juices coated his thighs over the course of an hour.

“You are not this weak, bellezza. Show me your strength,” he said quietly as he continued reading. You inhaled a breath and tried to focus on anything but the massive cock buried within you, its tip kissing your gspot as Lucci shifted his body in the chair.

It worked until Lucci transformed just his cock, the change in size making you moan from pleasure. Lucci gave you a smirk and kissed your forehead. “Opponents don’t play fair.”

He spanked you for not withstanding the training as you should have, his leg holding down your own as he put you over his knee. You took what he gave you, trying to show him that you could be strong in your own way. He spanked you until you cried then took your ass for good measure. That night he let you pet his fuzzy Zoan ears as a reward before you drifted off to sleep.

“You’ll become stronger, bellezza. But you’ll always be my soft underbelly,” Lucci said as his own eyes slid closed. From him, it might as well have been a declaration of love.