#dead dove events

[macrocest]

Cestember 2024

Cestember is a month long multifandom shipcest event with daily prompts and weekly suggested pairings hosted by Macrocest.

Prompts and FAQ below and on AO3:

Week One Suggested Pairing: Siblings

01. Wet Dreams 02. Voyeurism 03. Intercrural Sex 04. Bunk Beds 05. Fucking Machine 06. Threesome 07. Spanking

Week Two Suggested Pairing: Parent/Child

08. Student/Professor 09. Lingerie 10. Fantasy 11. Prostitution 12. Sex Toys 13. Tickling 14. Orgasm Denial

Week Three Suggested Pairing: Extended Family (e.g. cousins, uncles, grandparents, etc.)

15. Loss of Virginity 16. Objectification OR Somnophilia 17. Corruption 18. Glory Hole 19. Cockwarming 20. School Uniform 21. Accidental Incest

Week Four Suggested Pairing: Pseudocest (e.g. adopted siblings/children, step-siblings, step-parents, god-parents, incest roleplay, etc.)

22. Sexting 23. Hate Sex 24. Dubcon 25. Playing House 26.Cum Dump 27. Exhibitionism 28. Breeding

Week Five Suggested Pairing: Selfcest (e.g. past/future self, clone, multiverse version of themself, etc.)

29. Objectification OR somnophilia 30. Grooming

FAQs:

Q: Can I use different pairings than the suggested pairings? Like, could I do the same sibling pair the whole month through? A: Absolutely! They are only suggestions, you can use whichever pairing you want.

Q: The day for the prompt has already passed. Can I still write a fic? A: YES! You can still submit a work for any prompt that has passed. The AO3 collection will not close.

Q: Could I combine prompts? A: Yes.

Q: Will you reblog my post? A: Yes, we will reblog every fic on that tags our Tumblr account. Give us 72 hours to have it reblogged before reaching out to us about it. If we still have not reposted it in that time, then please feel free to DM or send us an ask about it.

Q: How should I incorporate the prompt into my work? A: Feel free to use the exact word/phrase in your work, or just use the prompt as a general idea. (Example: if the prompt is ‘not in the swimming pool!’ then you can use that as a quote from one of the characters, or simply write about a scene where something ensues that maybe shouldn’t be done in a swimming pool.)

Q: What is the word count requirement? A: There are no word count requirements! You can go as short or as long as you would like.

Q: Can we combine a prompt here with another event? A: Yes! As long as it follows the rules of both/all of the events!

Q: I have another question that wasn’t answered here. Is there somewhere else I can ask? A: Any other questions can be asked by sending us an ask on Tumblr or emailing us at microcest@pm.me

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Stay Tuned!

We will have news to share for KakaSaku Dead Dove Week 2025 in a few days… 👀

[beast-feast-fest]

Here’s the prompt list for Beast Feast Fest 2024!

Nov 24: eating out

Nov 25: begging

Nov 26: stuffing

Nov 27: cream pie

Nov 28: giving

Nov 29: sitophilia (food play)

Nov 30: tradition

If any of these prompts aren’t speaking to you, we have a few wild card prompts. Feel free to substitute them for any of the other prompts.

- road trip

- family bonding

- in the kitchen

We can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

Remember to check out the rules and FAQ for everything regarding requirements and submissions.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 3

Three are now dead, but the killer seems to be caught ... but this night is not over until the room is found.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Silver, Cater Diamond

Content; Unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Death, murder, blood, anxiety, kidnapping, overall dead dove content warnings

Word Count; 1.1 K

Find this content triggering but still want to participate? Link to the Google Form to vote!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

The body count had risen to three; Dire Crowley, the Ramshackle Prefect (whose blood still stained the floor, the iron scent permeating the air), and now, Divus Crewel as well, the latest victim. One minute the professor was alive, shaking from anger that one of his students was killed on his watch and that he was the prime suspect of the killings. But now he was sprawled out on the ground, killed in an instant.

The remaining students — Vil, Rook, Azul, Jade, Silver, and Cater — were silent, processing what exactly had just happened. The lights had flickered only for a minute, and in that minute, the killer had struck. But the silence was broken by a deafening clap of thunder, lightning illuminating the windows, and bringing everyone back to the present, to their laughably horrible situation that they had found themselves in by sheer chance and bad luck and timing.

Silver sat down on the staircase, and put his head in between his legs, taking deep breaths. Despite his training, he did not consider that he would be witnessing death so soon. The small part of his brain that had a sliver of hope that his friend had survived their gruesome injury, but he was just lying to himself; no one could survive that.

Vil was pacing, hands clasped behind his back, and he was muttering to himself. He thought he could read people, what with being raised amongst the stars that hid behind too-sweet smiles that belied venomous words. What was there to gain from any of this?

Rook was cracking his knuckles, and then rubbing his eyes, trying to think of why this was happening. While he could appreciate the hunt, this was something entirely different. Yet, it also reminded him of several books; one being a murder mystery, and the other about the deadliest game, of hunting a fellow person.

Azul was shaking and biting his nails, his resolve long gone. Had he made himself the enemy of one of his peers? Was he going to be next? He was supposed to just be perfecting a potion recipe for the next test, yet he found himself way above his head.

Jade looked at Azul, taking in that his house warden and friend was shaking more than the leaves outside in the howling wind. He too was disturbed by the night's events, sick to his stomach even, but he couldn’t show weakness, especially if he wanted to see it through.

And Cater? He was paler than a ghost, a cold sweat glistening on his forehead, and he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his throat. His cheery smile had left long ago, and now panic was fully starting to take control. Why? Why? Whywhywhy? WHY?! Yet he stayed silent.

No one spoke, but they eyed each other with caution. Every time that they had went to the mirror and they voted through it, someone died. Was it the mirror? No… no, that didn’t make sense… None of this made any sense though. 

“No more votin-” Silver whispered.

Cater cracked his head around, green eyes judging every move the underclassman made. “And why’s that, Silver?” His voice was shaky, but Cater wasn’t trusting him or anyone for that matter. “Afraid that-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Vil barked, commanding everyone’s attention, eyes all on him. But he was used to eyes being on him, and he stayed cool, despite how this may damn him into being guilty in their eyes. He didn’t care at the moment though, all he cared about was no one else dying. “Look at what being suspicious of each other has brought us,” his eyes wandered to the dark clotted blood that had now gone cold. He swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat, keeping the calm mask up. “I agree with Silver though; voting through the mirror only ends up with someone… dead.”

“Then how do we proceed, Roi du Poison?” Rook asked, falling to his house warden’s side. His eyes looked over everyone, picking up their behaviours, emotions, and any tells.

Azul’s head snapped up. “The potion-” he started muttering to himself, before clearing his throat and gaining his composure again. “A truth potion, but one that shows the truth about the situation, we can use that to find the killer.”

Cater looked at Silver, and offered him his hand; a peace offering. Silver took it, and brought himself up on wobbly knees. A truce.

Jade placed his hand on Azul’s shoulder, offering him a bit of comfort that not everyone was out to get him. “Was that what you were working on?”

Azul nodded, and he started making his way towards the alchemy lab, where hopefully they could put an end to the killer’s little charade once and for all.

…

…

Vil helped Azul make the potion, and both students kept a keen eye on the other, but they made it without incident. And to show the others that they hadn’t tampered with it at all, they took it first, with the others shortly following suit.

“What about the room?” Silver asked.

“We can figure that out once we find the killer,” Jade countered.

Everyone looked at each other, taking in any minute details, but everyone was calm; the potion apparently did wonders to calm the nerves… but that in itself was a dangerous effect, since now everyone’s guards were down, making them easy targets.

Vil took in a breath and released it. “Who killed Dire Crowley? Why did you then kill the Prefect, and then Professor Crewel?” 

But no one spoke up.

“It isn’t me,” Vil said confidently, hoping that his speaking up prompted the others to follow suit.

Cater was to his left, and he spoke next. “I didn’t do it.”

Then Silver, “Or me… I couldn’t do something like this…”

“I did not do it either,” Jade offered.

Azul’s eyes went wide, and he eyed the next person in line. “The killer isn’t me.”

All eyes fell on the last person left in their little circle; Rook. With all of them but him left, that only left him.

He let out a throaty, quiet, chuckle. “I suppose this game has run its course,” he tipped his hat to them, green eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. “As for why? Hmmm,” he hummed, and the hairs on everyone’s necks stood on end. There was something off about Rook, this wasn’t Rook. 

“You’ll find that out when you guess the room.”

What?

Everyone took a step closer to each other, away from Rook, and they whispered amongst each other, voting on what room Crowley’s murder took place in.

“Alchemy lab,” Cater spoke for the group, trying to keep his resolve as Rook seemed to stare into the very contents of his soul, like he was searching for something.

Rook stepped forward, still smiling. “Ah, désolé Monsieur Magicam,” the whites of his eyes started turning black, “but you would be wrong.” The lights flickered again, and in the seconds of darkness, Rook was gone, and so was Cater.

GOOGLE FORM (voting will end Wednesday, October 18th at 9pm EST)

SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) MURDERER - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach) MISSING

ROOMS:

- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers�� lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab (eliminated in Chapter 3) - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)

…

To be continued

[darushi-chan]

𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 “𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯”, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘭𝘵𝘺. https://archiveofourown.org/works/59927332

I had so much fun on this event, If DD is not too much for you I highly recommend you read the fic first before you see the art so you dont get that spoiled , a hint: Aemond is a filthy liar, lol. @firebloodkink

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Daddy Dearest

Title: Daddy Dearest

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Prompts: Lloyd Hansen + Female Reader + Daddy kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic, requested by @hansensgirl

Summary: Your latest client takes everything from you.

Warnings: Creep!Lloyd, Daddy kink, Dark!Daddy!Lloyd, pet name (Princess), darkfic, sex work, forced ageplay, Lloyd has a corruption kink, dead dove: do not eat, dacryphilia, violence against Reader (choking, threatening, Lloyd tackles Reader) 

A/N: Hi, Sab!!! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Cover Art by me

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The dossier for your latest client reads like a warning label. It is full of kinks and fetishes you are familiar with but have never experienced yourself. And then there were a few that you had to do a little research on. 

There isn’t much to read about his personal life. You notice that he is single due to his line of work, which is only listed as ‘Contractor’. You decide to keep the conversation only about pleasing your client.

The car service drops you off at a gorgeous modern mansion in the hills. In the back of a gated community, it shines with floor-to-ceiling windows and marble stone walls. The fountain in the middle of the circular driveway spouts glistening water that shoots a bit higher out of the fish sculpture atop it to signal the top of the hour.

To say you feel out of place is an understatement. While you are used to meeting high-profile clients, you would rarely meet them at their homes. They tend to opt for penthouse suites in expensive hotels or apartments that their wives or girlfriends don’t know about. 

Your heels click and clack across the stone-paved driveway as you walk to the front door. You fix the short black dress that you picked to wear today. It wasn’t your usual style, a bit showy in places you would have seen on slinky lingerie, but you wore it so the client could get a better look at your assets. Noticing the doorbell camera to the right of the entrance, you press it and wait. 

You weren’t expecting to hear a woman’s voice.

“Mr. Hansen will be with you shortly. Please, do come in and make yourself comfortable in the lounge to the left,” she says in an eerily chipper voice.

Before you can respond, you hear the metallic click of the door unlocking. Swallowing your uncertainty, you turn the ornate handle and open the door. You peek around the door and then step through it, closing it behind you. Spotting the lounge area, you walk over and sit on the pristine white leather couch.

While looking around the room, you notice there are no photos or other personal touches that make a house into a home. You still haven’t seen what the guy looks like; he could be hideous. But he could also be just a normal dude. As if thinking about him could get his attention, you hear a cheerful whistling accompanied by quick footsteps skipping down the stairs.

Once he makes it to the entryway of the lounge, he leans against the door jamb and crosses his arm, studying you for a moment. You refuse to be the only one being scrutinized, so you cross your arms and tilt your head while staring at him.

Handsome face, even under that trashstache. Gorgeous blue eyes and soft pink lips. His yellow and beige striped polo fits him nicely, showing off his big biceps. His fitted khakis stretch across his thick thighs. You attempt to hide your excitement as you peek at the bulge in his pants, but he catches it and chuckles.

“Alright, Princess. As much as I love that dress you’re wearing, I’ve got something that is much, much cuter waiting upstairs for you.” He winks at you, stepping toward you and holding out his hand once he is towering over you.

You tentatively put your hand in his, and he helps you up off of the couch. “Thank you, Mr. Hansen.”

He tsks at your words. “Now, Princess, while I love how polite you’re being, you’re getting the name wrong,” he starts, smiling at your confused expression. “When you’re here with me, you are Princess, and I am Daddy. Go ahead, try it out.”

His thumb soothes the skin on the back of your hand while his eyes stay on your face, waiting for a response. His smile threatens to fade as the grip on your hand grows tighter.

“Daddy,” you murmur, your voice barely loud enough for him to hear.

His other hand comes to cradle your face, then boops your nose. “Good girl, Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll get you to say it louder in due time,” he promises. “Now, come on. Let’s go and get you changed into something a bit more comfortable, okay?”

You nod, and he puts a hand around the shell of his ear. You realize that he wants you to answer him. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. Let’s not forget that again. Daddy might not be as patient with you next time, Princess.” He boops your chin this time and turns, pulling you behind him as he exits the room and ascends the large staircase in the foyer to the second floor. You keep up with his quick steps somehow, ending up being tugged down a long hallway to a set of double doors. He lets your hand fall from him so he can be as dramatic as he needs to be.

Turning the knobs and pushing the doors open, he steps aside and lets you assess everything. A plush pastel pink carpet greets you as you move inside the room; its fluffiness compels you to remove your heels and feel it between your toes. Everywhere you looked, from the bedding on the four-poster canopy bed to the knickknacks on countless shelves to the stuffed animals piled high in one corner, various shades of pink and white assault your vision. 

Posters on the wall range from inspirational quotes to teddy bears dressed as ballerinas to anime girls with varying stages of undress. The pink and white marble wardrobe draws your attention, and you open it to reveal more outfits than you could wear in a lifetime. The clothing, all in pastel shades, is of great quality and, surprisingly, all in your size. You close the wardrobe and step back into the center of the room.

“You don’t like it,” he surmises, closing the doors of the room as he steps inside fully.

“I’m just confused. I don’t feel comfortable in here, Mr. Hansen,” you plead, facing away from him so you don’t see when his face changes.

“You’re about to feel a lot less comfortable, Princess,” he cautions.

You jump at the sound of the lock clicking into place in the room. Whipping around, you watch helplessly as he lunges at you. His hands wrap around your neck as he tackles you to the pink carpeting. You try in vain to peel his hands away, and as you struggle, he somehow manages to get his hips between your legs. He growls when he feels the heat from your barely covered pussy. He uses his grip around your neck as an anchor so he can grind into you.

“Can you feel how much I want you?” He loosens his hold on your neck when your eyes threaten to roll back in your head. He pushes your face into the carpet when you start to sputter and cough. 

After getting your breathing under control, you lay stock-still under him, afraid to make a move that may anger him and cause you more pain. As much as you want to push him off of you, he’s already proven what he’s capable of.

“You behave, and so will I, Princess,” he huffs, slowly rising to stand over you. “Now, you put on this cute little outfit and let Daddy take care of you.” 

You follow his line of sight to clothes laid out on the bed, pulling yourself up and fixing your dress. Once you are close enough, you take in the features of the clothing he picked out-a pink denim overall dress with a stitched bouquet on the large front pocket. To wear underneath the dress is a plain white T-shirt and white briefs decorated with flowers. White knee-high socks and pink jelly sandals complete the outfit.

If you weren’t so in shock, you would scream or try to fight him. But you are past the realm of where this wasn’t going to happen. Instead, you undress as he watches. Putting on the shirt, underwear, and socks was easy enough. However, he offers to help you with the dress and gropes you here and there. He sits you down on the bed and puts your shoes on for you in an act so sweet, you almost forget where you are and what you are doing.

After looking you over, he stands to his full height in front of you and cradles your face in his hands. “I am going to ruin you. Inside and out, Princess. You have no idea,” he chuckles, using his thumb to wipe away the tear that falls from your right eye. “And please, let those tears out. They only get me more excited.” The sniffle that escapes you had him biting his lip as if to prove his point.

The remaining shred of hope you had held onto floats away in the wind as you watch him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. By the time he is lying next to you and catching his breath, your grip on reality has been fucked out of you. You curl into his side and smile at him, “Thank you, Daddy.”

A/N: Possibly the darkest Lloyd I have ever written. This Lloyd is a creep, but damnit…I love him.

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Cestember: A Multifandom Shipcest Event by Microcest

[dvrkblooms]

In the Dark, I Like to Read His Mind (but I’m Frightened of the Things I Might Find)

Read on Ao3, Penana, and Squidge

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: E / NC-17

A/N: A dark medieval romance set in a fantastical realm!

Tags: Age Gap, Alternate Universe - Dark Fantasy, Creature Feature, Medieval Era, Non Con, Painful Sex, Underage

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Summary

James Buchanan is sixteen when his life falls apart. He is betrothed to Lord Broq Rumlow of Drakestone, a noble in King Alecsander’s court. After a barbaric rite is gifted to his new husband during their wedding reception, James' plight seemingly goes from bad to worse.

Chapter 1: A Duty to the Crown

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[kkskdeaddove]

KakaSaku Dead Dove Week Wrap-Up!

We had 16 stunning and deliciously dark written submissions for the inaugural KakaSaku Dead Dove week and 2 breathtaking, mind-altering art submissions.

Please read the tags before checking out the full works. If something is going to make you uncomfortable, don't read it. You are responsible for curating your own fanfiction experience!

Thank you to everyone who participated, encouraged, commented, read, kudosed, and cheered on our amazing creators! Looking forward to future kksk dd events 🖤

Without further ado, here is the wrap-up!

appreciation by Anonymous 

The one where the Land of Waves arc goes badly, but Momochi Zabuza's soft-spot for child-tools doesn't stop him from doing what has to be done.

The Hatake Heir by BelleDayNight

As the sole heir of the Hatake clan, Kakashi has known since he was five years old that he would marry the daughter of the Harunos. Sakura on the other hand is blissfully unaware that the man that will one day be her sensei is in fact her betrothed. There's a reason no man asks Sakura out on a date-- her husband has been quietly scaring them off for years...

Not a Love Like Mine, a Ruin by stargliders

Their captor hummed in contemplation. "This is my show, and whatever I say goes. I think I’ll start by shutting that smart mouth of yours for good." Kakashi closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. "Take me instead." "But you…you can’t," Sakura said. The words she desperately wanted to tell him refused to come out. (I love you. Please, don’t die.)

take me down (won't you take me down) by xylazine

In a moment of reckless bravery, Sakura volunteers to be taken by none other than the demon of Konoha. Little does she realize how much she's in for.

Please, Please, Please (Let Me Get What I Want) by twofortea

Kakashi-sensei looked so different when he was sleeping.

Consequences by gremlint

Kakashi fucked around, and now he's going to find out. Or: the consequences of neglecting a brat's aftercare.

Hold On Tight by Typhlobasia

Konoha’s Official Exam for Head Interrogators, part two: required practical section, Combined Test of Shinobi Mental Perseverance. This is something Sakura knows she wants to pass for her team; she can persevere, can earn her title, do her part protecting the village, make Lady Tsunade proud for all the efforts she invested into her student over the years… But, seeing her moon-lit reflection in the hitai-ate on Kakashi’s forehead, her friend and former sensei towering over her as she is strapped into the interrogation chair, Sakura’s old fears slither their way back in. “So, Sakura…” Her eyes snap to his, hopeful. Pleading. Kakashi takes a small step forward on the stone floor, the sound of it sharp and echoing in the dim room, “shall we begin?”

Wolf in Scarecrow's Clothing by Fusionblitz28

In which Yamanaka Ino doesn't protect Sakura from bullies and becomes her first friend. Nor does Sakura obsessively crush over Uchiha Sasuke. Rather, her ANBU in shining armor and crush are one in the same person. Eventually the polish fades to reveal something rather unlike its original condition. Maybe it's always been that way and Sakura was too naive to see it sooner. OR; Sakura falls in love at five years old. With none other than one Hatake Kakashi. Kakashi exploits that.

La Petite Mort by rosebrided

“I love you, Sakura,” he whispers like she can hear him even now, the words coming out in a wisp of a breath. And then he adds, “Forgive me.” - In which Sakura is gone from this life, and Kakashi struggles to cope after discovering her body.

That Shattered Soul by twofortea

The bright green of her eyes had dulled, her expression made vacant. She was like a broken doll, a preview of what Sasori planned to turn her into.

cat nap by xylazine 

Curled around his pink kitten, Kakashi the cat slips into a rather person like dream.

breathe me by twofortea 

Every time the nightmares started up again, he found someone new to bury himself in. He lost himself in another person, another nameless face, another warm body—buried the nightmares in warmth, life, lust.

On The Brink by gremlint

Kakashi and Sakura have the unfortunate luck to be captured by some rather imaginative enemies. What they experience will change their relationship forever.

Dancing With a Ghost by stargliders

There was nothing else they could do. The talk therapy had failed. So had both rounds of electroshock. (The lightning Kakashi wielded all these years—had it made him immune? Even as Sakura watched his toes and fingers rattle against the table?) But a doctor in Kirigakure, Shizune explained, had recently invented a procedure that settled the overactive zones in the frontal lobes of the brain. Maybe, just maybe, he could be happy again.

Living-Dead by Komorebi_3

Obito Uchiha decides to send a clone to the 5 Kage summit and observe Naruto and Kakashi in the shadows after revealing information about Itachi and Sasuke. He finds himself a bit bored with the turn of events until a certain pink-haired Kunoichi strolls in confessing her love to Naruto. Everything about her reminds him of Rin and his already fragile state of mind just spirals out of control from there. Or, Obito becomes partially delusional and kidnaps Sakura for his own sick pleasure, but of course Kakashi Hatake can't let that happen so he volunteers to be taken instead.

No Good Deed by Heartensoul

Kakashi had given Sasuke so many chances to make it right—to do right by Sakura. Now, he was going to take matters into his own hands.

compulsion by xylazine

Kakashi has driven her mad with need for years until Sakura finally snaps and takes matters into her own hands.

Clone bang art by @spnfox

Captured by enemies art by @spnfox

Thank you all again! See you next time 😈😈😈

[beast-feast-fest]

That’s a wrap on the daily prompts, but we’re going to keep the collection open through November! If you have any WIPs, you have a few weeks left to polish them up and add them in.

Thank you to everyone who has already written for Beast Feast 2024, and we look forward to any other entries that come in🍴

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: afab (they/them) Character: Blackbeard & Marco Vibe: NSFW noncon AU: Mythical Creatures Prompt: Bad End / Size Difference Gift Giver: @tenzeniths

Summary: A bad storm takes you outside the safety of your Phoenix's territory. He does not find you quickly.

Content Notes: non con, assault, oral received, forced orgasms, over stimulation, cream-pied, begging, painful sex, piss, mdni, 18+ , DEAD FUCKING DOVE - I think this is literally the darkest thing I've ever written.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

THIS IS EXPLICITLY STATED OTHERWISE

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You’d been attending to the Phoenix for a few years. You knew of the other mythical beasts that existed, even if only by name, as Marco had done his best to keep you informed.

A bad storm had ripped you from the mountainside, however, and while you had survived with minimal injuries, you didn’t know where you ended up. The problem with this area was that there were enough mythical beasts that it often messed with the physics of the mountain.

You could be at the foot of the phoenix’s mountain, or you could be at the foot of a completely different mountain. It could be hours before he realized you were missing, and depending on how far out you were it could be days before he finds you.

Fortunately, in the time you’d spent attending to the Phoenix, you’d developed skills to help in times like these. You had your own flames. Nothing like his, but enough to keep you warm, and enough to ease the ache of your fall.

You were also a little stronger than most humans. Hunting, foraging and fishing were easier when you were faster and stronger than most other predators.

Despite that, or maybe because of it, hubris was still a flaw you possessed.

You knew to give water you couldn’t see into a wide berth, but you were too focused on trying to find food. Specifically fish. The rocky barren vibes of the surrounding area didn’t bode well for forest game, so the lake seemed a good idea.

Until it wasn’t.

The tentacle that snapped out from the water was far too fast for you. It was around your ankle and pulling you off your feet before you even fully registered it. Flames danced around you in response to the harsh impact against the stony beach as you dragged toward the water.

Pulling the survival knife you had out you drove it deep into the rocky beach as deep as you could. There was no way you’d reach your ankle, but even as the blade tossed rock and sand aside it wasn’t slowing you down much at all. A sharp tug nearly dislocates your leg from your hip as you’re lifted fully off the beach.

You manage to keep a hold of your knife, but as a mythical beast rises up from the water you’re pretty sure you might as well be wielding a toothpick.

“Zhe-ha-ha-ha…” Deep black eyes, a lush ornate black beard with a toothy grin behind it greets you as you’re brought to eye-level with the beast. “The bird’s got an attendant, huh?”

“Teach.” You growl.

“Oh, seems my brother has educated you.” His grin turns dark as a flurry of whip-like tentacles assail you in sharp snappy succession. You put up your guard as best you can, but the water-slicked appendages bludgeon and tear at you and your clothes.

You lash out at the attacks when you can, but your skills aren’t on par with the older and stronger beast. Teach nearly breaks your hand knocking the knife out of it and it’s everything you have to defend your chest and head after that. Marco can heal more on you than others, but he cannot bring you back from the dead.

You aren’t sure how bad your injuries are as small flames flicker over your skin, but you willfully suppress the reaction after a time. Just like with the original phoenix flames, yours consume your stamina in order to heal you, and you can’t risk blacking out because your body was healing surface wounds and bruises.

The assault continues until teach breaks your guard and you don’t have the strength to bring your arms back up. The attacks aside, the blood has been rushing to your head and you’re dizzy from being dangled upside down for so long.

That’s when the bastard drops you.

The water is freezing cold, and it’s not deep enough to stop you from slamming into the stony sand hard enough to knock the wind from you. It’s a struggle to break above the water line, but you gulp in a desperate and painful breath before tentacles overwhelm you again.

The strong, flexible appendages push you back underwater and rip away what remains of your tattered clothing. Revoltingly smooth and slicked tentacles pin your arms to your side and lift you up out of the water. Sputtering and coughing you try to ignore the suckers twitching against your bare skin.

“You survived.” He muses. “Attendants really are more resilient than humans.”

He brings you close to his face. He’s massive compared to you, and your legs are spread wide as he makes you straddle his stomach. His tentacles move and trap your arms behind your back as he presses your bare chest into his long and thick beard. Pearls and small gold bands decorate the mass of black wavy facial hair.

It probably looks very regal below water, but it’s cold and soggy against your skin.

“The really important question is, are attendants smarter than humans?”

Your stomach twists at the implication, but with your current state it wouldn’t take a smart person to realize what was going on.

“Zhe-ha-ha-ha-hahahahahaha!” He throws his head back and laughs loud enough his belly shakes. “You are, you are!”

You can feel the cold, slimy tip of one of his tentacles push at each of your entrances. You shudder, but you don’t struggle or try to fight back. You can’t escape his grip in the first place, and in the second you need what strength you have left if you’re going to survive.

“Entertain me, little attendant.” He commands.

“… How?” You look up into endlessly black eyes as you ask your question and feel your stomach nearly upend over the curl in his grin.

“Beg for it.”

“Drown me, you - ah!” He pulls you back and up to his mouth, flicking a thick wet forked tongue over your breasts. The action surprised you, but the continued motion was sending thrills through your chest. You hated that it felt good, hated the sweet pleasure as he teased his way into your cunt and ass at the same time.

“F… fuck.” You husk. There had to be something in what he excreted. Your body was sensitive, but not to this point. Damnable mythical beasts.

“Beg me to stop then,” he muses, the slicked tentacles pushing in deep and filling you up sweetly and perfectly in one smooth motion.

He moves you away from his mouth, using the tentacles to hold you out in the cold air. He places one massive hand on your hip, his thumb following the line of your thigh toward your clit. You shake your head.

“No,” you manage. “T-take what you want… I can’t stop you, but don’t.”

“Use you as I please, but don’t make it feel good?” Amusement in his voice turns into another laugh as his thumb rolls over your clit. You can’t suppress the sound of pleasure as your body comes undone. It feels good, it almost feels as good as Marco makes you feel.

If it wasn’t for the sickening twist in your guts from the situation it would be perfect.

“B-bastard!” You growl as he continues to tease and please you. You can feel it building up inside you. He’s being careful, and he’s certainly had enough practice to know what he’s doing. Its’ not just how he’s touching you, it’s the way he’s looking at you.

Those dark eyes are taking in every intimate detail of your body.

Teach reaches out to fondle your chest and you twist your body violently, trying to keep him away. There’s a pause and a wicked grin on his face before he retracts his hand. Instead, two tentacle snake up your sides.

Slowly.

Inevitable in their destination.

It doesn’t matter how you move, it didn’t matter in the first place, but these are already against your body. There is simply no escape.

You bite your lip, closing your eyes and shaking your head as they curve along under the swell of your breasts. Tapping and twitching, they curl against your stiff nipples, squeezing and massaging the tender flesh as Teach presses his thumb into your clit with a little more pressure. The tentacles inside you shift at the same time, massaging every sweet spot you have.

The orgasm is a surprise, the small muffled huff of pleasure turns into a raw scream as your entire body lights up in unexpected pleasure and euphoria. Teach and his tentacles move ruthlessly, sending endless pleasure through your body, inside and out, until one orgasm turns into two.

The overstimulation is almost painful, but not enough to stop the continued shocks of pleasure. When the third swell begins to consume you, you’re babbling for him to stop. Begging him to quit. No matter how you begged, swore, thrashed or  roared he didn’t relent.

You cum so hard you can’t breathe for a minute, your body goes rock hard it’s so taut. It’s an animalistic sound that finally breaks free from your throat, and spots erupt in your vision as your head swims.

You don’t realize that Teach has moved you to his mouth until he sucks harshly on your clit. The pleasure and pain are like a javelin through your body. It shatters you.

All you can do is pant and sob as he pulls his tentacles out of you. Slick and piss drip from between your legs, but you’re not sure when your bladder failed you. Your senses are hazy. You can barely register that he’s talking to you, barely register the shift and change in your body.

He gives you time. Watches as the flames you can’t suppress anymore flicker over your body. You’re tired when you come to your senses, but he knows the moment there’s light in your eyes.

You get a second to understand where you are, and what happened before he thrusts up into you.

He’s massive, and it doesn’t matter how much he “prepped” you with his tentacles, doesn’t matter how you came until your muscles couldn’t even contract anymore. His thick, ridged cock bullies its way into your dripping cunt and it burns.

Grimacing, you growl against the pain, and swallow down the cry of agony as he moves without giving you even a moment to try and adjust. Every time he bottoms out inside you, you almost choke on the foreign pain. It’s deep and intense, hammering into your body with every ruthless thrust.

He takes no care with you, goading you about how you asked him to treat you this way. He’s giving you what you wanted, so you had no right to complain.

The slimy bastard uses you for hours. Filling your insides with thick, acrid cum that stings like salt in your wounds as his own heavy cock forces the cold spend out with his continued assaults.

At some point you dissociate.

It’s not until the warmth of teal and gold flames sinks into your skin that you come back to your senses. Anguish is written on the face of your Phoenix. You think you hear the revolting laughter of cold water and oily rocks, but your consciousness goes dark before you can be sure.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

One of Us is Guilty; Epilogue (Final)

Azul is now gone, but the actual room is known. Perhaps they will live to tell this tale.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Jade Leech, Silver, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond, Rook Hunt

Content; Murder mystery, the ending of this tale

Content Warnings; Blood, injury, death, murder, kidnapping (aka dead dove content)

Word Count; 1.3 K

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

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Azul was gone, in much a similar manner as Cater — the only evidence serving that he was there being the shattered glasses that now lay on the ground.

“AZUL!” Jade was too late though, and this was the most emotion that he had really shown that night; the bottled emotions finally coming to the surface. 

He knelt down and carefully picked up the glasses, paying no mind to the tiny shards that pricked at his skin through his gloves. Paying no mind to the pinpricks of scarlet that had begun to stain the white fabric. And he stared at the broken glass; in a way, it represented their night. Normal enough at first, but once you got too close, it cuts at you and makes you bleed… it hurts you. And Jade was hurting, he had been since he had found the Prefect’s body earlier that night. 

There was no time though; to mourn, to panic, to freeze. Time would come later, now was the time for action; to stop this here and now.

“Sorry,” Jade breathed, dusting himself off, and pocketing Azul’s glasses. “Are you both alright?”

Silver and Vil both looked at Jade, taking in the slight tremble of his hands as well as the pinpricks of blood that stained his gloves. The calm mask had slipped for a mere second, but they both knew that this affected Jade just as much as it affected them.

“None of us are alright,” Vil sighed, massaging his temples. “And you don’t need to apologize; it’s okay to not be alright… especially in this situation.”

Silver nodded his head in agreement. “If it were Malleus… I would have the same reaction,” he whispered. “You’re strong, Jade.”

Jade pursed his lips but said nothing, instead just offering them both a silent nod; he got the message, but he also knew this was neither the time nor place to lose control of himself. 

“But if the teacher’s lounge wasn’t the room–” Silver mused.

“The library,” Vil exclaimed, eyes widening at the realization. “Think about it; where was Rook at the beginning of all this? The library!” Vil calmed himself down though, since that outburst was quite unlike him. “And if Cater and Azul are being held there, that’s where they will likely be.”

Silver and Jade looked at each other before looking back at Vil, and they followed after him, hands on their pens; ready for the worst, but hoping for the best. Because hope was the only thing that they had now.

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The library was brightly lit up, almost harshly so. And although it was bright, the brightness cast equally as dark shadows.

Rook was nowhere to be seen, and that was both reassuring and a cause for dread. If he wasn’t here, he could be anywhere — hiding.

“Stay together,” Vil murmured, taking the lead again.

Silver and Jade looked at each other, each of them taking to a side of Vil; Silver to his left, and Jade to his right. 

“MhmMMMMM!” 

Muffled yelling; at least one of them was alive.

Following the muffled sounds, Vil, Silver and Jade found themselves in a sheltered alcove of the library. And amongst the dusty books that rarely got any use was Cater, who was looking at the trio with tears in his eyes, and Azul, who was currently unconscious.

They were both alive. And while the trio felt tremendous relief that they were both alive, they couldn’t help but question why. 

Why did Rook spare them? Why did he kill Crowley? Why did he kill Crowley and Professor Crewel with magic, yet he slit the Ramshackle Prefect’s throat? Expired love potions caused some nasty side effects, but nothing to this level of violence and bloodlust.

Jade acted first though, cutting Cater free of his bounds first; using the broken glass from Azul’s glasses to cut through the ropes. 

Once Cater was free of the ropes, he ripped the gag off, taking it heaving breaths. “Get out,” he hissed, gripping Jade’s shoulders. “He’s planning something and you need to get out!”

Jade stared into Cater’s eyes and nodded, and took his hands off his shoulders before moving over to Azul. “We will, but not without both of you,” he said just loud enough that Cater could barely make it out.

Vil and Silver covered Jade as he cut through Azul’s ropes, and then carried his house warden like a bag of potatoes over his shoulder. Yes, he would be livid once he woke up, but this allowed Jade to carry Azul while wielding his pen, should he need to protect himself, Azul, or the group.

And right as they were about to cross the threshold of the library’s doors, they slammed shut, and all the lights died out.

It was a trap, but I already knew that. It was too easy. Vil thought to himself, and brought out his pen, illuminating their immediate area in a purple glow.

“Ah, leaving so soon?” Rook’s voice called out from the darkness, a breathy chuckle echoing off the walls.

Vil grabbed a book, and while the others were looking at him with shock — since now is not the time to read — he paid them no mind. “It seems that you caught us,” he answered, hoping that some banter would allow him to do what he needed to do. 

Give me a few minutes of time, please. Vil looked into the darkness, searching for that familiar face. “It is awfully rude of you though, to leave your guests in the dark. After all, you can only see the fairest of them all with proper lighting.”

Leave, get out now. Vil’s message got across though, and using the third-year’s distraction, Jade (still with Azul over his shoulder), Silver and Cater managed to slip through the door.

“Roi du Poison, what are you planning? Do you think I would be so foolish to accept anything from you knowing how your unique magic works?” Rook finally stepped out from the darkness, just enough to where he was faintly visible.

Vil quirked his brow at Rook and shook his head, “No, I know you well enough.” But do you know me when I’ve been backed into a corner? “And I know that the real Rook wouldn’t do any of this. It’s the duty of the beautiful to take responsibility for all of their choices. So — Take. Responsibility.” Vil hissed, his grip tightening on the book. 

Rook cocked his head, staring at Vil with empty eyes, the sclera still stained black. “Why does the cat chase the mouse, even though its food dish is full? Why does someone hunt, but not for food?” Rook mused, taking a few steps closer, not breaking eye contact with Vil.

Just a bit closer.

“For sport. For the thrill,” Vil tutted. “Was that what all of this was for then? For you to just have fun hunting down your professors and peers just because you were bored?!”

Rook stopped walking, just an arm's distance away from Vil. “No, it wasn’t fun; they didn’t know…”

Now.

Vil took a breath, stealing his nerves. “You trapped yourself, and you shall remain trapped until we find a way to fix this,” he placed a hand on Rook’s shoulder, and once Rook looked at Vil’s hand in curiosity, Vil pushed the book he was holding to Rook’s chest.

Remain trapped until we find a way to fix this.

And the book sucked Rook into its pages; a prison of paper. And Vil slumped to the floor. Out of relief — that for now, it was over — but also exhaustion. He was so tired.

And while, yes, Rook was now caught, he and the others still had far to go. With reporting everything that had happened. To figuring out how to free Rook and reverse the effects of the potion. To working through the trauma they all had lived through, since this whole ordeal definitely had taken its toll on all of them.

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Fin!

Author's Note; Thank you to everyone who voted throughout the duration of this event. Without you, none of this would be possible. I hope that you enjoyed this event as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

CAUTION!: Slippery When Wet

Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

A/N: Mini event as a thank you for 30 followers. You guys are so sweet to me. So as a thank you, I will make you miserable.

tags: gn!reader, bullying, mentions of sui, poll at the end

“Jesus can you just chill out?” You fidgeted with the hem of your top between your tight fists. “You said it woul-” “Plans change.” Your ‘friend’ crossed her arms over her chest. Clearly annoyed with you. It was the last beach trip of the summer before returning to college. She excitedly made plans for the two of you to visit the ocean. You didn’t get out much. You hardly saw the sun unless necessary, or your ‘friend’ gave you delicate promises of a good time. Sometimes it went well, sometimes you felt like they just wanted brownie points for getting a hermit out into the sunlight. 

The issue now was the ocean trip was not just the two of you as promised. It was a group of five extra people who were running around the beach. Your bullies from the moment you started college and until the bitter end. They had made it their goal all of those years, to either push you to suicide. Or to at the bare minimum get you to stop going to the same school as them. Whatever came first. “They’re just really mean to me-”

“Grow the fuck up they are not mean to you.” Your ‘friend’ scoffed as she locked the car with her jingling keys and walked off of the hot tarmac and onto the path of sand. “They don’t like you because you act weird. Now come on.” She waved for you to walk behind her with wide eyes and a jerk of her head. You followed silently, suppressing the urge to sob. They are mean to you. Extremely mean to you. You dragged your brown sandals against the soft, warm sand. For a full seven days in the fall they would shoot fireworks at your dorm window all night until they were chased off by security. They poured spoiled milk down the back of your shirt one spring and would block your chances to leave school to change until the end of the day. Before the summer started one year, they had thrown all of your clothes out of your dorm room and into the hall. Taking your underwear and nailing it to different doors for everyone to see. One winter they collectively pinned you down in an empty classroom to take turns slapping you on the stomach until the skin was red and bruised. When you reported them, you were just waved off by the headmaster. You couldn’t recall ever doing anything to them to make them hate you. Maybe it really was just that you were weird. To them you were weird. 

The group had set up towels and colorful folding chairs in a small circle. A cooler was nearby filled with an arrangement of condensating pop cans, brown beer bottles, and a few water bottles that began to concave from the ice surrounding them. There were a total of seven chairs. Meaning they knew you were coming.

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“See that?” Your friend drunkenly slurred beside you as you turned the shimmering can of unopened pop in your fingers. The beer present in her breath made you cringe as you looked to where she had pointed. A large rock formation was on the far end of the beach. It looked like a beached whale with a wide gaping mouth. The tides were low, so the waves only gently brushed against the opening. “It’s hic Mostro Cave!” She laughed as one of your bullies chimed in, just as they tossed a match into the makeshift bonfire. “Oh yeah, a sea monster lives there.” They laughed as the others started to chime in. “They say if you go inside as the sun starts to set, the sea monster will grant you a wish. But only if you give it something.” One of the girls cooed. “Like what? Some hole?” One of the boys laughed and the group started to laugh. Your friend shook your shoulder, her beer almost spilling out onto your clothes. “Go get the sea monster!” She commanded with a laugh, and your stomach started to churn. The sun was starting to set. According to the little rumor the sea monster would show up about then. “Yeah, bring us back the sea monster so we can make a wish.” One of the girls commanded as they started to shoo at you. All six eyes locked on you now.

You were outmanned. Of course. “A-Actually I think me and-” One of the boys snatched your friend's keys from their spot in the sand and jingled them before your eyes with a wicked smile. “No sea monster? No ride home. Not that your loser ass has a license.” He laughed as they all waited and watched. You had two choices; sit and wait to get beat up. Or go wander into a cave for a while and hope they got bored and forgot. You rose to your feet with a frown. “... It’s probably just an octopus or something…” You muttered awkwardly as one of the girls cackled. “Then fuck it until it grants you a wish! Now go!” She threw her water bottle at you. It splashed against the sand and against the bare parts of your legs. You walked faster towards the cave.

Hopefully the beast that lurked among the lonely rocks and algae would be much kinder to you than the people that sent you there. It’s unfortunate how wrong you would be.

[hawkewild]

Freakout under the readmore because I've only seen this info posted in ONE place so far so it's like... extra spoilery? I guess? It certainly shocked me when I read it

He STAB Varric??? Stab in chest????? With KNIFE??? A knife or THE dagger??? Varric?? noooooo?? He makes it out right? What about his icon on the map at the lighthouse??? Was it all lies??? Was I somehow terribly right and it's just his grave????? nnooooooooo

-Me, spiraling for the past few hours

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[alectoperdita]

maybe I'll do the Lure bitching AU for Iddy Iddy Bang Bang