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fell-contract · 4 months ago
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OnlyDads™️ outtake (from the vault) w/@orions-bolt
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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 2 months ago
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i have a fic need that needs to be fulfilled and it's just sirius post-azkaban in ootp locked up in number twelve and his memory is damaged and he only remembers the worst of the worst so he just . pensieve-s it and pulls his worst memories out because he doesnt want to be burdened by them . and then harry finds them and takes a dip. and it's just all very horrifying yk because its really the worst of the worst and it's all happened in number twelve . and sirius doesn't find out and the next time harry sees sirius sirius is just doing the crossword on the dining table and he just thinks to sirius' memories where he's being punished on the exact same spot where he's sitting and just bursting into tears but he cant tell sirius because sirius didnt need to be reminded of that
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yourgalgremlin · 11 days ago
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We don’t see Kingsley Shaklebolt in the Marauders fandom as much, but his ship names are so fire:
⚜️ Kingpin (Remus/Kingsley)
⚜️ Blackbolt (Sirius/Kingsley)
⚜️ Madkings (Madeye Moody/Kingsley)
Like, you can’t tell me that Kingpin doesn’t sound like a dark enemies-to-lovers/forbidden love story between: The scarred Mafia boss w/ a secret (Remus) -&- The Minister of Magic trying to put him in Azkaban (Kingsley).
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sketch-shepherd-art · 9 months ago
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A new and improved Ginga-style Bolt in 2024
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violasgamingpalace · 4 months ago
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Ugh 10B FE6 is such bullshit. Tate and Thany's conversation LEAVES TATE AS AN ENEMY???? AND KLEIN DOESNT MOVE ON HIS FIRST TURN but all his archers do!
So my entire plan to recruit the two of them totally failed, and now I have to decide if my I'll taint my iron man run bc I forgot how the B-Route totally dicks you over here.
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nemo-draco · 6 months ago
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Orion and the Dark Plot
Thinking some thoughts about the plot of the movie and wanted to put them down in writing. Can read or not. Admittedly, this is also meant to help me incorporate the characters and plot into a larger xover, though not immediately so some of the concepts here can be used for other stories, AUs, what have you.
A good amount of the movie, pretty much everything plotwise up until we have the conflict between Dark and the other entities, is good from the word go. Dark and Orion's relationship as it develops is solid, the dynamics between Dark and the other entities a little less so though we definitely get something of a feel for how he thinks about each of them. He very much looks up to Dreams, which makes me wonder if Dark and Dreams co-opt the leadership role given that Dark would probably have been around first, with Sweet Dreams showing up later on. Dark doesn't always seem to understand the idiosyncrasies of Insomnia, Unexplained Noises, and Sleep, and in some cases he quite literally doesn't understand what Quiet is saying, though he clearly likes and supports them all as best he can.
Though one thing I do wonder is the notion of Dark's insecurities and how those play off. It doesn't seem like the others are unaware of Dark's struggles, but they might not understand the depth of what Dark's going through. Maybe he's tried to bring it up, but not made it to the level that he gets to with Orion in the tea shop, or he did actually divulge his worries about being seen as 'the bad guy' and was brushed off or basically told not to worry about it, which unfortunately can be like telling a trainee pilot not to crash the plane. I.E., if you tell someone not to look for a red car, all they're gonna see are red cars.
He also does seem to be weirdly apart from the rest of the group, especially if you remember the tea shop scene. Everybody else goes inside without Dark, he's just kind of allowed to sit at his own table and presumably no one notices. It could've been because Orion was there and the others figured that it was a private moment so they let it play out, but he's almost left behind right then and there. There's also the fact that he comes in late to the break where we meet the others and no one really comments. They're happy to see him, but from the looks of things, this is not the first time Dark's gone off on his own or showed up late to a break time. They seem pretty tight-knit, but Dark's kind of not totally integrated with the rest of them, and looking back on it, especially when considering what happens later on, it's really noticeable.
Light's role and character feels like it should be expanded. I still like the idea of he and Dark being, or seeing themselves as, twin brothers, as it gives some interesting issues for them and would make sense given that they were both likely 'created' around the same time if you're going for the spontaneous generation route. However, even if you're not going for that route, I'd still go further rather than making him just the 'nicer one that everyone likes'. In a way, I like the notion of making Light a shadow archetype to Dark, mostly because it's funny to think of and it makes them play off each other so much better in my mind. Where Dark is more insecure, Light is settled into who he is, where Dark is more open to outside influences, Light is more centered and less likely to let things get to him.
Them being brothers also makes their conflict interesting, because if anyone's had siblings, Lord knows they're gonna conflict over something. It probably doesn't help that Light and Dark can only spend so much time around each other due to their situation. So you have Light seeing how his brother is drawing away and getting more combative and, well, alright then, Dark, if you wanna be a jerk, you can be a jerk. Though I don't think Light's oblivious to what's going on, or maybe why. He, just like everyone else, kind of underestimates the problem.
The big part of the plot, apart from the time travel, that I would change is the scene where Sweet Dreams and Orion go into his dream to find Dark. Firstly, especially when looking back on it, I feel like they kind of skated over the fact that Dark, y'know, tried to wipe himself off the face of the earth on purpose. I know that it's kept tame for the kiddos, but maybe have a moment where Dark has to be drawn out of his own emotional muck, maybe in a quite literal sense. The lack of time travel also means that Dreams gets a bigger role, and if Orion is directly addressing the things that Dark told him, then that might also open up Dreams to a lot of what's been bothering Dark, character interaction and her getting to reconnect with him. The Black Hole scene is fantastic, though maybe a bit more lead-in with the earlier bits, and keep in mind Dark's character arc.
Ultimately, given where the plot goes, I like the fact that there is conflict between Dark and the other night entities, especially since we've been building up to that with Orion's intro, but maybe change it a little. Like, you can't tell me these guys have never seen what things look like in the day before. Maybe instead of them being just you're holding us back from experiencing a good thing because of what you are, Dark it turns into we're sick and tired of watching you continually get yourself into trouble because of what other people say about you, especially now that you're jumping down Orion's throat just because he expressed a contrary opinion. Because if we're going to talk about Dark being 'irresponsible', then we should also bring up the fact that he kind of implodes on Orion, a kid, as a result of the conversation with the other entities where he discusses daytime and why he likes it. Now, we the audience and Orion, know why he's doing that, but the other night entities might not fully grasp the scope of why this is happening. In their minds Dark might've just gone from okay, this insecurity is kind of annoying and interfering with our jobs to alright, now you're lashing out at people simply for saying they happen to prefer daytime, you're kind of just being a bully. Really gives you the chance to see how disconnected everyone's become, and feels like a better use of the Miscommunication Kills trope.
I also had a somewhat fun thought where the 'screw you Dark we're gonna go experience day without you holding us back' bit was a somewhat slapdash way of teaching Dark a lesson of sorts. A sort of alright, he wants to be a jerk, well, how about we show him what happens sort of thing. But this, again, coming out of issues where No One Is Saying The Things They Need To Say, so Dark's left stumbling and trying to explain. For extra oomph, maybe someone says something to the effect of your problems are not an excuse for bad behavior, maybe you should consider your actions have consequences? Bit of a thing that's harsher in hindsight, given what Dark decides to do as a result.
It definitely leads to some fun moments in retrospect. Not that the whole bit of the entities telling Dark that they appreciate him wasn't good, but, all things considered, and especially when harsh words are exchanged, maybe an apology is also needed. Admittedly though, this could go both ways, with the others apologizing to Dark for writing off his feelings and making him think they were abandoning him, and Dark apologizing for letting his not-so-great feelings take the fore, and also maybe not telling them about the scope of his worries depending on how the others take it. If he wasn't being fully honest, I can see some of the other entities, maybe Sweet Dreams, Quiet, and perhaps to a degree Unexplained Noises, Sleep, and Insomnia being like well, why didn't you SAY ANYTHING?! But, yeah, let's sit down and talk this mess out. It does also potentially bring them closer as friends (or more, if you wanna go that route).
Another fun thought, as a result of Dark getting BTFO'd by Light, does Light stop? Does he initially think no no no, he's just being dramatic, he's not actually and then...yep, turns out Dark did.
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inkedmyths · 1 year ago
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I think we as a society should put greater consideration into Altina dressed as Miku
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who-is-page · 2 years ago
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One of these days I gotta come up with more polycule tags because rn I only have one for Chi and one for the nesting partner, but honestly I should probably have an overarching one and some other people-specific tags. [Minecraft villager thinking noise]
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campcrow2 · 1 year ago
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61, 101
61. What’s your favorite position?
I like missionary a lot. Like I wanna see my partners face and make out. Makes it a lot better. I also like cowgirl for that reason
101. Have you ever been pinned down?
I don’t think so. Not in a like “hold my arms down and grind harder and deeper” kinda way I’m tryna get it lol. I have pinned someone else down while riding them tho. 10/10 recommend!
Thanks for the asks bestie!
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apas-95 · 7 months ago
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Did you know that NASA engineers considered the failure rate of some critical shuttle parts to be about 1 in 100 (significantly greater than what NASA upper-management considered the failure rate to be, and what was considered at all acceptable by the certification process)?
Do you know that NASA engineers currently have no idea how many rocket launches the next mission in the Artemis program (in 2 years!) is meant to involve, because the mission plan relies on SpaceX being contracted to deliver a supply of cryogenic fuel to the crewed Orion (™ Lockheed-Martin) capsule in orbit - a procedure that 1: has never been attempted before on any spacecraft, let alone the Orion™ capsule, not even in uncrewed technology demonstration flights; and 2: would require an as-of-yet unknown number of SpaceX 'Starship' launches, because said vehicle does not actually exist at time of writing?
Did you know they're planning on using this 'starship' as the crewed lander? A design for a lunar ascent vehicle, that is, that does not use hypergolic fuel, that relies on a swing-out crane as the only entry and egress point? During the original moon landings, the LEM had so many redundant methods to make sure it got astronauts off the surface of the moon, that in the most absurd, extreme case, where every single mechanism fails, there's a procedure trained into the astronauts to climb around the outside of the capsule, take a pair of bolt-cutters from the equipment box, physically cut the couplings holding the capsule to the lander stage, and take off to get home. Artemis' proposed lander, on the other hand, is planned to be a vehicle whose design didn't even include heatshields until it was realised it would obviously need heatshields, which are ceramic tiles bolted after-the-fact directly through the steel hull, because SpaceX had decided to mass-produce the original-design hull sections all at once for all the 'starships' first, before doing any integrated testing.
We're seeing the exact attitude that led to the shuttle disasters not being prevented now expressing itself in (and even through) the Artemis program, a project pushed harder and faster through the gates than it should be, by a government (and NASA administration thereby) desperate to advance the eponymous Artemis Accords (that goes unsigned by China, Russia, and much of the world) and reneg on all previous space charters that onsidered ownership, commercial exploitation, and military usage of space forbidden. Something bad is going to happen, and it's going to happen for the sake of SpaceX and the military-industrial complex at large.
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headcannonsindisguise · 1 month ago
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Transformers One Headcannons
Admin Voli/Scone here! I'm making this post to have it be posted two weeks after the initial release date of Transformers One, to respect the general "2 week spoiler" rule.
This is also the announcement that requests are OPEN! Yes! After years they are open. A new post with rules will be posted shortly!
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Orion Pax/Optimus Prime
When Orion is outside of the mines and work, he always is trying to find somewhere he isn't supposed to go.
Used to carry a multi tool to be able to assist with hacking doors/locks, but it was removed by Darkwing
He is the one bot that doesn't get annoyed with Bees yapping sessions, and actually listens to him
Elita and him would wander the streets of Iacon when they were miners (much to Elitas annoyance at first) so when he becomes a prime, they continue that tradition.
Would have a picture album with snapshots from when and D16 raced in the Iacon 5000. Even though he didn't win, he still wanted to keep the memory of when they were brothers.
Made a new version of "Steve" for Bee's birthday cycle
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B-127/Bee
Has tried NUMEROUS times to have his name OFFICIALLY changed to "Badassatron" only to be turned away.
Constantly is yapping about SOMETHING, wether it be important or not, mainly about his ideas for nicknames for himself or new games he's found.
Has attempted to give himself new shades of paint (like HotRod in Armada)
Sometimes wakes up with a bolted gag on, but always gets it removed.
Has accidentally deployed his knife hands in conversations causing him to almost accidentally cut Optimus/Elita numerous times.
Stims with Knife hands when excited.
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D16/Megatron
D16 usually bailed Orion out of a lot of situations, but has also bailed a lot of OTHER bots out of situations later on, to not be seen as deceptive but only to his own advantage.
Megatron's eyes show his primary emotion, and will usually change between a Vermillion orange and red.
His eyes are almost NEVER yellow unless he's thinking about Orion/The past events
Has a picture of Sentinel at his new base that he used to have back at the mines from a previous Iacon race, now in his banishment area purely to punch at now.
Also had the same picture as Orion from the race, but ripped it up to shreds to attempt to forget everything.
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Elita-One
Someone please give Elita a break, she never stops working. Even after Optimus tells her to, she insists it's important to handle it now instead of later.
Stays up late all the time, but when she recharges it's deep.
Usually is the one who bolts Bees mouth shut, but never admits it outright. She ends up getting scolded by Optimus and stops after
She hangs out with Arcee during work, since they both seem to be similar in many ways.
One time woke up to "Steve" staring at her due to a prank by Bee.
Absolutely HATED Waste Management at first, but started to really enjoy it after her first shift.
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Airachnid
Like her Prime counterpart, she has quite the affinity for making webs and trapping bots in (although it's quite rare)
She is incredibly loyal to Sentinel, however after his demise she joins the Decepticon to get revenge against D16/Megatron.
Cannot stand Starscream, wishes she could bolt his mouth shut.
Sarcasm is her second language, and humor is foreign to her.
She absolutely cannot take a joke, nor find it funny.
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Sentinel Prime
What an asshole. That's it. That's the entire headcannon.
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fell-contract · 8 months ago
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Carve your name into my bedpost, ‘cause I don’t want you like a best friend 🤍
@orions-bolt
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witchofthesouls · 3 months ago
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The image if mostly asleep optimus biting scruff bar and puring ab squirmy Mi,o back to sleep is delightful
Feral sparkling of the Wastelands pre-Orion Pax strikes again!
Orion Pax/Optimus is very self-conscious about that. He really tries to minimize the overt behaviors, especially as someone who literally bypassed all the regulations to land in the Archives right under the prestigious posting of being under Alpha Trion. Because the Head Archivist had personally selected Orion Pax himself, the most people could do is hide their poisonous words under a thin veneer of barely held courtesy. Just waiting for Orion Pax to be stripped of his role and kicked out...
Orion became very self-aware of what is and isn't 'appropriate,' and models himself as a survival tactic. Unfortunately, it carried over to Megatronus and his crew. Orion once got severely chewed out by the mech for sneaking past the security systems to be around the far more dangerous beasts. Megatronus thought Orion was being stupid in the mid/high-caste 'let me poke at the very rare wild animal that constantly needs to be sedated when not in the ring.' Meanwhile, Orion had gone to pick the lock because he personally knows the creature. Far more intelligent than what the city-mechs believe. Orion knows exactly how to communicate to them to give one solid chance of escaping.
That's a long way of saying that Orion Pax was never allowed to be alone in the Pits again after that incident where a Maganese Mountain Umbra Puma ran rampant before bolting free.
But yes, Optimus does it to Miko and Jack.
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cursedmoon-doll13 · 1 year ago
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Blackhearted
(Sirius Black x Reader)
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Cw: Noncon, Angst, Smut, Afab Reader, Dark!Sirius, PnV Sex, Somnophilia, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Crying, Forced Orgasm, Tender But Nasty™️, References to Alcohol Abuse, Reader has head + pubic hair, this got kinda bleak and depressing
READ WITH CAUTION
Word Count: 3.5k
Summary: 12 Grimmauld Place is a miserable home.
But for now, it is yours. A lost and vulnerable soul, you find refuge in the owner of the house; a man as troubled as yourself. Unbeknownst to you, he’s sunken his teeth in far deeper; clutching onto you like a lifeline, and the dark, harrowing isolation of winter may drive him to commit acts unforgivable…
Ao3 || Masterlist || Dividers by @/saradika
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In mid-February, it’s so cold, so desolate, it reminds him of sharp, icy fingers, clamping down on— His childhood home, decrepit with neglect and age, is the last place Sirius ever hoped to return to. It’s lost, crumbling into undignified ruins, deteriorating into filth. With his pest of a house elf still clinging to the old family values, it’s properly gone to the dogs, and he’d gladly let them pick off the carcass. 
But now you’re hiding alongside him - not by choice - you’ve taken it upon yourself to try and ‘fix it up.’ Sirius almost scoffs at the mere thought of it— At you, whose nose wrinkles distastefully at the grime and mould that gracefully adorns his kitchen. You don’t understand that the disease has progressed far beyond the point of recovery. It’s everywhere; it’s in the air you breathe, in the walls, in the carpet. It’s lurking inside the very infrastructure, festering like cancerous growth. The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, haunted by its rotting opulence: the decaying decor, the cursed, priceless artefacts, the tattered, hateful portraits, courtesy of mum. 
Sirius, who has long since forgotten the luxury of owning his own clothes, wraps himself in the same mothball ridden finery his father died in. Sometimes he feels— He’s eaten alive by the fabric. By vestiges of the past. It still stinks of stale drink, and on nights like these, Orion’s son glares down at the bottom of an empty wine bottle, and thinks that he might be following in his footsteps after all.
On a night like this, the aged floorboards squeak under his heels as he prowls the dilapidated halls. Sirius’ stalking route leads to you, as it usually does, far past midnight. Your bedroom door is sealed tightly shut - probably to keep the heat in - but you never lock it. As if he isn’t dangerous. 
Gripping the weathered knob, he twists it, and lets himself in. The dim, yellowy glow of the gaslamp bolted to the corridor wall is his only light, flickering as it pours into the musty guest room he’s lent you. Sirius lingers on the precipice, his fingers still curled around the handle, sobering up rapidly. 
Blinking slowly, he looks down at you. 
You’re lying on your side, both arms grasping the pillow, dressed in that novelty pyjama set (‘to ward off the draught,’ was the unspoken function of it) Tonks had gifted you for Christmas; a sort of consolation prize. Greatest sympathies, to prepare you for the sordid husk you’ll now inhabit— With him, no less, a man you thought at first to be a killer.
And you, well… You’ve been left skittish from whatever you’re on the run from. He reckons that’s why you’ve latched onto him so powerfully, hoping this unredeemed convict will see fit to protect you from the isolation and the horrors. To help fill the long stretches of time when it’s just been the both of you to keep each other company. Sirius can’t deny his own strong attachment towards you. 
Your presence is comforting, and he’s fallen deeply. Too deeply. It’s why he so often finds himself standing here, watching over you. Sirius envies you, the peaceful sleeper. But he also covets you; if only you’d stay and lay beside him, to heal wounds never spoken of… But he doesn’t know how to ask. 
Silently, he crosses the boundary. 
Rising over your unconscious form, he lifts the quilt, a heavy, lumpy thing, and tentatively rests his knee on the mattress. You sleep peacefully on, even as the rusty old bed-springs squeak underneath him. Sirius slides his exhausted body in behind you, and the dark mass of his own scraggly black hair spills over the cushion. For a moment, he lies there, unmoving and quiet. Even at this safe, chaste distance, your body heat, radiating off you in gradual waves, is enough to soothe the permanent chill that’s seeped into his bones… Sirius can’t resist. He shifts, before placing his forefinger over your throat. 
Sirius can feel your pulse, throbbing with blood; you’re a real, flesh and blood human, warm and alive. Merlin, he’s been deprived for so long, a strong vein feels like it’s a lifeline. This is all he’s ached for, but— No... No. He’s already overstepped a line, one he shouldn’t have ever— He needs to stop, he needs to leave, now, before this all goes too far and he ruins it; ruins you, as he knows he inevitably will. 
But he doesn’t. Sirius’ breath catches in his throat as he tilts his chin ever-so-slightly, and he presses his cold mouth against your exposed nape. You twitch, but do not stir. Sirius licks his dry lips and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, as he nudges down the fleeced collar of your pyjama shirt with his thumb. The slope of your neck is covered in fine, delicate hairs, and he can’t help but smile affectionately down at you. Your defenceless state is sweetly endearing. To be so close to you like this, almost holding you, tender as lovers. 
Sirius hesitates, then, squeezing his eyes shut as he endures the lurch of churning revulsion in his gut (he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t—), he leans forward and plants a string of wet kisses over your bare flesh. So human, so vulnerable… You twitch again, shivering as the ticklish brush of his whiskers rubs lightly over your naked skin. Shame burns like acid in his stomach; but his need for you burns brighter, hotter than fire now, all-consuming… He heaves a jagged sigh, and, unable to stop himself, drags the starving flat of his tongue over your neck, lapping up hungry stripes of perspiration. Sirius tightens his grip on you and shudders with relief— He’s finally quenched his thirst, if only a little. Your intoxicating scent, your taste… 
He’s stolen things, too, before this; he’s not proud of it, but he’s done it. It’s convenient enough to blame it on Kreacher, who hoards all sorts of objects in the first place… What is the difference, really, between the Black family heirlooms and soiled knickers from the wicker basket? No, It hasn’t been so hard to convince you it was Kreacher; to lie and to fib— his old, senile house elf is simply a raging kleptomaniac… You trust him so much… And now Sirius has gone and betrayed that trust entirely. 
Merlin, he needs to stop, he needs to… This should be enough… No, it’s not enough… It’s never enough, he’s barely touched you… Sirius groans feebly into the nape of your neck, slipping the palm of his hand under your nightshirt, desperate for your sacred, lifesaving heat, just a little bit— And then he’ll stop, immediately— just a tiny bit more… You shiver once more, twitching repeatedly as the pads of his fingertips skim over your stomach, still asleep… Sirius brushes his lips over your throat again, as he locks you in wiry arms, inching up your shirt, exposing you to the dark and cold. He traces the slats of your ribs, searching further, until he comes to knead coyly at your breast, teasing your nipple. He dips, finding the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, thumping robustly… Proof of life. 
And you’re definitely real, aren’t you? Not a hallucination, not some illusion… He’s sleepless for the nightmares, but the dreams are always worse, because they remind Sirius of everything he can’t have, not ever again… But he can have you. This stray thought, forceful and insidious, leaks into the dark recesses of his brain. Yes, He can have you— It’s his house, his rules, isn’t it? 
Fuck, he’s disgusting. The realisation of what he’d just conceived of, even momentarily, assaults him with a new stab of remorse. Sirius flinches away, pulling his offending hand out of your pyjamas; but the damage has already been done. By now, he’s pressed flush against you, leeching off your comforting warmth, and his dick is straining tightly against his trousers. Merlin… He’s perverse. 
He throws his forearm over his eyes, blinding himself. Sirius intended for this to be a wholesome encounter, to be sweet and innocent. And now… Have all those years of degradation truly rotted him to the core? Is this what he’s become now? A lustful wretch? This has gone too far, too far— He should leave— 
But now, Sirius has known your touch, and it’s embedded itself parasitically into his mind. He’s swiftly hurtling into addiction; he can’t settle for mere table scraps— To retreat with his tail between his legs, only to find a cold and lonely bed, would be unbearable... Sirius rattles a breath, grasping onto that frayed rope of inherited entitlement he’d meant to cut off a decade ago— He deserves this one thing, surely, after a life of torment… Right? 
You twitch again, mumbling incoherently. Sirius grimaces. He needs to be careful… You might be a heavy sleeper, but he’s already disturbed you too much. If you wake up screaming… He wouldn’t like to think of what he might do. But he’ll stop— He’ll stop after this, he swears it to himself, licking his lips, feeling harder and hungrier than ever. 
Sirius’ forearm props up your leg for him to gain enough access, spreading your thighs open. It’s awkward, but he manages. He tugs down the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, just a bit, so he can touch you, feel you so close to him… Sirius’ hand brushes over a soft tuft of your pubic hair, and he twitches a faint smile… So endearingly vulnerable, before dipping his fingers into your pussy. 
You’re not aroused, but the heat of your core is enough to satisfy him, if only temporarily. Sirius hasn’t done anything like this for a long time; it feels unfamiliar, like all human contact does. He nudges away the curls, tracing your labia, before recalling the shape and form of it, and gently rubbing your clitoris. Fondness, mixed in with his sickening shame, rushes into him, and he presses his lips to your nape again, pleading and soothing like an apology. 
Then, Sirius bites his tongue, justifies himself with the excuse of repaying you with sweet dreams, and pushes his index finger deeper inside your pussy. He hums quietly, indulging in your little twitches, the way your walls flutter around him. It’s not particularly romantic to pleasure you without receiving consent, but lying back-to-chest in the darkness, planting scorching kisses down your neck, he can use his mind to fill in the gaps. Easing out his intruding hand, Sirius tastes the heady flavour of your slick— Merlin. He licks his fingers greedily, drenching them in spit, before plunging them back into your warm cunt, spreading wetness over your folds. 
You let out a sleepy whimper at his touch, and he pauses, going completely stiff with alarm. But— But you haven’t woken up… And now he’s uncontrollable, beyond all morality, relishing in your soft, breathless gasps as he toys with your clit, his damp fingers sliding easily in and out of your pussy. You moan faintly, and the noise vibrates straight to his cock. He’s throbbing, now... Groaning, he forces down his guilt and remorse, discarding them as trite, worthless things. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you? Though you’re still fast asleep— Yes, maybe you’ve hoped for this all along… Secretly. Secretly. Of course, you’ve just been too embarrassed to admit it, but that’s fine… Right now, you’re all his. 
But that’s still not enough. 
Sirius knows what he truly needs; to bury himself inside of you, to merge with you entirely, to steal your warmth for himself— This aching desire, it’s wrong, so revoltingly wrong, but so is he; the entire expanse of flesh covering his body feels like prison, mired in filth, and he’ll never be clean again… He only wishes you could alleviate his pain— Oh, but you can, Sirius will find solace in your heat even if he has to take it from you. He grinds his palm against his temple as he decides. He fights it, but his selfishness wins… Yes, he needs it, needs you— Fuck, he’s about to do something unforgivable, commit a genuine offence; but he’ll make it up to you, of course he will— 
Sirius carefully shuffles down your pyjama bottoms until they’re bunched up around your ankles, followed by your moist panties. He shifts, now painfully hard and weeping in his trousers, and allows your thigh to fall momentarily to unbutton them and release his erection. Rigid and leaking precum, his dick falls over your ass. He readjusts his position on the bed and strokes himself roughly, before hooking his forearm around your leg and lifting it. You jerk unceremoniously and mumble, stirring, but he ignores you— He’s too close, he’s gone too far now… Gritting his teeth, Sirius guides his cock into you, finding you elusive and slippery in the dark, but— The slick of your folds sliding along his length feels heavenly. Sirius licks his lips, smearing precum over your inner thighs, and finally enters you. 
He stifles a raspy moan into your neck. The hug of your tight, wet heat is almost overwhelming— Shuddering, he wholly eases himself inside you. Merlin, you feel so perfect around him… Sirius, gasping rapturously, begins to move, savouring every long, torturous drag against your gummy walls. You’re rousing, now, slurring confused murmurs— “What, what’s going on, hm…”
Sirius doesn’t miss the flutter of lashes, a sharp intake of breath— But he continues, regardless, thrusting in slow, tender arcs. Flinching, you let out a strangled, high-pitched noise, and that’s how Sirius knows you’re truly awake— But he’ll make it up to you, he will— he spreads your thighs wide, to penetrate further, sucking affectionate bites into your neck as he ravishes your quivering body. You tremble and shriek, and your panicked struggling fills him with guilty regret. But he needs this now, he needs you now, he’s been alone for too long— And he’s not going to stop until he’s finished taking you… Feverish, Sirius’ other forearm digs underneath the pillow you’re clutching onto, white-knuckled. He tightens his grip on you before he sinks in deeper, spearing into your intimate core
You whimper, spasming involuntarily. Sirius rumbles with approval, his lips still latched onto your throat. He grabs your thigh firmly, bracing himself against the old headboard. He growls and snaps his hips upward, hitting that delicious spot over and over, trying to elicit more of those sweet noises from you. Even if you’re being frustratingly reticent - too shy, he pretends - you’re still unable to muffle your cries, twitching and writhing in his relentless grasp.
The bed creaks noisily as he hastens his pace, showering wet kisses on your rapidly bruising flesh. His movements are heated and urgent now, growing increasingly desperate— Now he’s inside you, he must fill you utterly— He longs to feel alive with you, slipping a hand down towards where you join together and connect, feeling the way his cock effortlessly slides in and out of your pussy. He dips further to rub harshly at your clit, and you whine, arching. Sirius strokes you mercilessly, his wrist cramping from the awkward positioning— 
But it doesn’t matter, you’re spurring him on with your ecstatic moans, croaky with tears. He doesn’t let up, teasing in sloppy, frantic circles as he bucks into you, revelling in the stickiness of your skin against his; the lewd, wet sound of flesh-on-flesh is obscene. Sirius groans hoarsely, his hips jerking and stuttering as your cunt squeezes around his dick with his every forceful thrust— You are enjoying this…    
Fuck, he is too— Hot pleasure jolts up his spine like the tightening of a knot; and you, crying out with loud whimpers as your spongy insides clench and squeeze around him— Sirius can’t take it anymore. He forgoes gentleness, pounding into your cunt with beastly intensity. You choke out a sob, lurching away from him, but he overpowers and holds you down, still abusing your sensitive clit— He’s going to fuck you until you cum, whether you want it or not— And his hungry mouth returns to sink livid, red marks into your neck, teeth grazing your artery. Something in the wooden bed frame cracks ominously— 
But he ignores it, his breathing growing laboured and husky as he slams his hips into you, again and again, forcing you to whine until your voice breaks. You’re shaking violently in his grip— He can sense it, and you’re close, so close— He’s getting sloppier; rapidly approaching orgasm, and your reactions are boiling his blood, whipping up a primal frenzy in his brain— Sirius pinches your clit, and you climax. 
Your euphoric moan chokes into a loud sob. Sirius growls at the way you clench around him, and pins you down with his body weight. His hand slips and pushes your leg up high, fucking you harder still through your orgasmic tremors— He’s following right behind you, on the cusp— You’re impossibly tight—
Merlin, you’re so damn tight— Sirius barely remembers to— He pulls himself out with a heavy groan, and his seed spills messily over the inside of your thigh. Hazy static pours over him, smothering the guilt, the emptiness… As it gradually tapers out, he feels the absence of your heat, of your closeness, and it pangs like the pain of starvation. It takes a moment for him to recover, lying beside you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Then, he pushes himself up onto his elbow. 
Panting, Sirius’ damp hair clings to his forehead, stinging his eyes. He wipes it, and fog clears, revealing only desecration.
As if murdered, you lie very still— Or try to, but your breathing is ragged and uneven. You’re glistening with orgasmic sweat, chest heaving as he rests your trembling leg back onto the mattress. You jolt, as if hiccuping, still wracked with sobs. Sirius’ heart aches for you— Merlin, no, what has he done?— He wants to take this moment back, but it’s too late now. The only fix he can think of is practical, like ridding a crime scene of evidence… 
Sirius pulls out his wand, flicking shakily, evaporating his cum, but the scent of your lovemaking still lingers, thick in the air. With as much dignity as he’s able to grant you, he tugs your pyjamas and knickers up your hips. He tucks himself in and buttons his trousers, swimming in post-climax numbness. For a few minutes, he resumes his vigil behind you, as if he’d never done it at all. But you’re colder and distant; farther away than he’s ever felt you. Sighing, he gently strokes your hair. You don’t flinch or shiver away from his touch, but lie still, perfectly still… Your tear-stained cheek is still stuck to the damp patch on your pillow. Sirius passes over it deliberately. You’ve been asleep this entire time, blissfully unaware… That’s a lie he’ll peddle for both of your sakes, until this all melts safely into a nightmare.
It’s agony to tear himself away from your warmth, but Sirius knows he’s ruined everything by violating you, and lingering will only hurt you more. He presses one final, adoring kiss to your neck, yearning to embrace you, then slips wordlessly out of bed.
To forbid himself, he uses magic to bolt the lock.
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Morning brings clarity. 
He walks into the kitchen, and the stone tiles clack under his boots, echoing, echoing… You’re there, also, preparing a slow, tedious breakfast.
The silence is heavy. Sirius wants to break it, but the quiet feels impenetrable; a chasm of his own design. For a moment, he frowns, looming uneasily over the dining table, aggravated by the clinking of the jar as you spread jam on your toast, eyes downcast.
Then, he pulls out a rickety chair and sits down. 
You don’t smile at him today. You don’t return his probing gaze. You knife up more slimy jam— Too much, now, and the bread has gone soggy. 
If you’d only burst into tears, he’d gladly take you in his arms to hold you now. Sirius could be your solitary comfort, as you have been his… Only, your new, withdrawn, gloomy state unnerves him. His face darkens… Your bond has truly been broken.
But there’s something else, too. 
Remorse gnawed his flesh until daybreak, and was scarred over by something cruel and hard, burrowing gruesomely inside him like an infection.
He could think of it this way: returning to his old childhood home has done very, very strange things to him. Yes… That’s it. Sirius has never had anything so warm and lovely in this place... And indeed, he’s spent much of his life out of control and powerless… But he does have power over you. It occurs to him abruptly. He does have power over you.  
Sirius leans back in his chair with a squeak. His guilt, hot and shameful, broils fiercely in his gut, but it intertwines with a kind of grim satisfaction. 
It’s his house, his rules… 
So why shouldn’t he have you?
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pupsmailbox · 9 months ago
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DOG︰WOLF ID PACK
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kawaiigirly21 · 1 month ago
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Spark Chapter One
“I'm really looking forward to the race! I wonder who's gonna be competing this year!” Snowflare bounced a little while she walked beside her mate, the very strong and very protective D16. “Who knows! Maybe Mirage! I know you think he's cute.” The mech replied with a teasing smile. Snowflare only shook her helm and hooked her arm around D16's. “The only mechs I find cute are you and Orion… . Speaking of, where is he? I hadn't seen him this morning.”
Just as the femme inquired on the whereabouts of her other mate, two larger mechs landed in front of her and D16. Peaking her helm over, she could spot Orion trying to reason with the two. Suddenly, D16 crashed his cart into the two larger mechs. As they turned to berate him, Snowflare slyly assisted Orion in hiding from them. Once the mechs ran off in search of Orion, D16 and Snowflare boarded the train carrying the other miners.
“Alright, Coast is clear.” D said as Snowflare giggled watching Orion pop out the cart. “D16, Now I may be a little rusty but corroded, that's too far.” Orion joked. “Let me guess, you checked outta the archives?” D16 asked while looking at his friend. As the mechs talked, Snowflare was busy looking out the train window. Her optics though covered, still widened with wonder and excitement like usual whenever she caught the sight of the large Sentinel Prime monument.
From the day she came online, Snowflare had always looked up to Sentinel. He was her hero. If she could meet him, she would. “Hey, Sweetspark, come on!” Orion called out to the femme before taking her smaller servo into his and kissing it. “Ugh you show off. We’ll see you after our shift, ok?” Snowflare nodded as she received a sweet kiss from D16 then Orion before the three went their separate ways.
While the mechs mined the energon, Snowflare pushed the carts to the converter belt where she and other miners tilted the energon rich rocks onto the belt for them to be processed then made into the cubes the planet consumed. Her job, while not as dangerous as her mates, was still time consuming and hard on her joints. Later that day, Snowflare and another femme talked about their mates. “I suspect he's going to ask me to be his Sparkmate soon! Oh I’m so excited!!” The femme squealed before she asked Snowflare about Orion and D16.
“They’re a bit of a handful but I wouldn't have it any other way. I love them very much.” As Snowflare finished her statement, she noticed her two mates trudging over to their lockers. “Uh oh, something happened…I’ll uh…I’ll see you later Nightbird.” As Snowflare made her way over to her mates, they both tried to play off what had happened to them. Eventually, Orion spilled the bolts and revealed what actually happened on their shift.
“I’m sorry Snow, but your split spark is really mad. She might not be in the mood to even talk to you. And she loves to talk to you.” Orion said as he took her smaller servo into his. Snowflare simply smiled before kissing his face plate. “You two let me worry about her, I just want you two not to do something that dangerous again. I don’t want to have to bury you both because you decide to play the hero.” Orion nodded before he leaned in and kissed Snowflare gently and pulled away to let D16 do the same.
Suddenly an announcement came in. “Attention All Sectors. Please Stand By For A Live Transmission From Sentinel Prime.” As the leader of the Cybertron appeared in holo form, Snowflare smiled brightly while D16 cheered. Orion smiled as he placed a servo on Snowflare’s shoulder armor. The three along with their fellow miners listened intently to the message. Sentinel failed to find the matrix yet again but he assured the masses that he would indeed find it.
The second message was to inform that all shifts would be off for the Iacon5000. A high octane race around the city. An event that displayed the talents of many transformers. And the absolute favorite event of D16. it used to be because of all the racers and the high adrenaline it gave off. But now, it was because the race was where he and Orion met Snowflare. Many cycles ago. He remembered it as if it happened only a few moments ago.
He and Orion were never the type to really chase after femmes, mostly due to the fact that many of the femmes they found pretty were out of their class. Them being miners while the femmes were transformers. So what were the odds of the two mechs getting seats right next to mini con Snowflare and her older split spark Elita-One.
D16 knew the moment their eyes met, that she just had to be his. Things did get a bit rocky when Orion revealed he was also pining after Snowflare but after coming to the agreement they could just share, life became so much better. “Oh yea! I hope Mirage wins this year! Oooh or Behemoth!” Snowflare exclaimed as she joined in on the excitement of the mention of the race.
The very next day, Snowflare scored exceptionally good seats and waited for her mates to show up. While she waited, Orion and D16 climbed a ladder to the light looking over the starting line. “Don’t be a glitch, this’ll be totally worth it!” Orion said as he climbed the ladder. “Hey, you don’t be a glitch. Look, I know this is like fun for you to loom around but if I miss any part of the Iacon5000 I swear I will…smelt your…face …off…” D16’s sentence trailed off as his optics were met with the tremendously gorgeous view of the racers and the crowd.
His optics then zoomed in on Snowflare as she cheered with the crowd. “Ugh Primus, how can a femme be so damn pretty? Like he must have used some kind of special energon to make her.” Orion chuckled as his optics zoomed in on her as well. “Beautiful sight. Can you believe she’s all ours? Don’t you wanna impress her? Don’t you wanna make her proud to have us as her mates?” Orion asked as he slyly put the jetpack on D16’s back.
“Are you kidding? If I was able to do something like that, afterwards, I’d ask her to marry…..Why’d you bring jetpacks?” The mech turned to his friend and eyed him confused. “It’s time to show them we’re more than meets the eye.” D16 immediately knew what Orion meant. “Oh no…” As the race kicked off, Snowflare was one of the very first to notice two familiar mechs amongst the transformers. “Orion?! D?!”
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