#thanks for the asks! i had fun answering them :)

[revelboo]

Hello! Just wanted to thank you again for all your stories. Like many other people have already said, please take care of yourself. But also, I hope you're still enjoying writing these! Like it hasn't become an obligation or a source of pressure. Take all the breaks you need.

(You likely already know to do that, apologies. Just saying it because many many years ago I *didn't* know that ^^; )

No worries. That’s actually why I’d stopped writing on FFN years ago- felt obligated to answer every single request. At this point, I’m just doing this for fun. I’d missed writing silly TF stuff and you guys are challenging me to write characters I’ve never even considered

Drive Pt 5

Constructicons x Reader

• Tangled in your blankets, you curl onto your side with one of the three books that been in the things Bonecrusher and Long Haul had brought you and try to keep awake as Scavenger’s scoop sways with his steps. You’re not sure what they’re working on, only that you’d been picked up blankets, book, and all by Bonecrusher and plunked into Scavenger’s scoop. Along with three more blankets, a pillow, a bottle of water, and a box of granola bars. Can hear them softly arguing as they work, occasionally getting jostled when someone bumps your current ride and you tip your head up to stare at the stars overhead. Freedom all around you and you can’t get down without breaking your neck.

• Heading over to Hook to check the blueprints Scrapper had made for them, Scavenger can feel the warmth of you, feel every time you shift around inside his scoop and it’s a strange, but not unsettling sensation having you there even though he’d protested when Bonecrusher had just dumped you inside without asking. And it wasn’t like he could deny that you’re safer with them than alone in their habsuite. “You still good back there?” He asks walking back to gather more materials and shivering when you lay a little hand against him.

• Grabbing Scavenger’s scoop when he tries to walk past and tugging to make his brother nearly bend backwards with a strained ‘frag off, you glitch,’ Bonecrusher checks on you. Ignoring Scavenger, he rumbles when you look up at him and smile. Holding his brother still with one big hand as he struggles and swears, Bonecrusher reaches to rub a servo against your jaw and warms when you reach to touch his servo. Chasing you down had been fun, but now he just feels guilty about it. But he still gets a thrill remembering the hunt. Maybe when your ankle is healed you’d let him catch you again?

• Sitting up when Bonecrusher finally stops petting you and lets Scavenger go, you really can’t figure out their deal. The six big mechs so rough with each other, jostling and arguing. And then treating you like you’re made of glass. They’d chased you down like predators going after prey, scaring you half to death and now they’re keeping you like a favored pet. They must want something from you, right? Or maybe they just like having something to care for. Standing, you try to see out over the top edge of the scoop.

• “Don’t fall and break something else,” Hook growls when he spots your little head peeking out and he reaches up to tap you gently on the nose with a servo until you duck back down out of reach. He can still see the top of your head, though as you move around. “Stay down,” he adds tiredly. Because the rest of the Decepticons seem to have lost their minds and he’d rather you stay out of sight. Megatron’s little message to the ranks and then that stupid brawl between the commanders in the hall has him on edge. Just keeps circling in his processor. Cybertronians and humans fragging. Primus. You should be safe out here in the woods, but he’s not sure what to make of any of it.

• Sitting back down, you listen to them working. Hear them pushing trees down. Mixmaster laughing raucously at something Scrapper said that you didn’t quite catch. The sounds of metal on metal, thumps and rumbles. Hooking an arm around your pillow, you stretch out on your belly with the book. There’s not really enough moonlight to read by, so you just listen to them work. Trying to figure out why you feel so safe with them when you should be scared, trying to escape.

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[ghostieeez]

So Wrong, So Right ౨ৎ˚₊

✧.* Content: Ghostface x fem!reader, 18+ minors DNI, smut, stalking, obsessive behavior, cheating, knifeplay, blood kink, praise kink, degradation kink, dry humping, teasing, thigh fucking, hair pulling, finger sucking, choking, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie

✧.*‎ Summary: “Sooooo….” he trailed off. You laughed. “Sooo, what?” It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?” (majorly inspired by this post!)

✧.*‎ Word Count: 5.8k | AO3 LINK | Divider Cred

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ-ʟᴇᴛ-ᴍ��-ʙᴇ-ʜᴏʀɴʏ: ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛ�� "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ" ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ. 💀

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀ + ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ qᴜᴏᴛᴇ = ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ! ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʏᴘᴏꜱ

You had been home alone, lounging on the couch watching a movie, and were bored out of your mind–at least you were, until you got the phone call.

“Hello?” You answered, pressing the phone against your ear.

“Hi,” a man's voice crackled through the speaker. You didn’t recognize who it belonged to. It was deep, a little hoarse (and kind of sexy).

“Who’s this?” You asked. A few seconds passed, yet no response came. You tried again, “Hello? Anyone there? I think you might have the wrong number.”

Finally, he spoke, “No, I don’t think so.” The more you heard of his voice, the more you liked it. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” Your heart skipped a beat. Obviously you knew you shouldn’t give out your name to some random person calling you, but... you couldn’t lie, your interest was piqued. You decided to play along. “How about this, I’ll tell you my name if you tell me who you’re trying to get a hold of.”

“What’s that noise?” He asked, completely ignoring your proposal.

You were confused at first. “What noise? Oh-” then you laughed, realizing what he meant as the sound of horrified screams came from your television. “Just a scary movie I was watching.”

“You like scary movies?” He asked.

“I do!” Anyone who knew you, also knew that you absolutely loved the horror genre. “But I do have to say, this movie has been a dud so far. Pretty boring.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Not enough blood for my tastes,” you replied.

“Ah, so you like them bloody. Noted.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but you had to admit, you were kind of having fun chatting with him and you didn’t want it to stop so soon. “Well, what about you? Do you like scary movies?”

Apparently, he was a fanatic just like you.

The two of you went on and on, spewing adoration for your favorites. He kept asking you questions too, quizzing to see if you were a “true” horror fan.

“That’s supposed to be a hard one?” You’d scoff, then answer his question with ease.

It only felt like you were talking to him for a short amount of time, but a glance at the clock showed it had been over thirty minutes since he called you. You shifted your attention back to the TV for a second and saw that the credits were rolling. You grabbed the remote and turned it off. How did you not even notice that the movie ended already?

Apparently you had gotten pretty distracted, but to be fair, it was hard to focus on anything else when you were talking to him.

“So, you ever gonna tell me your name?” He asked, his voice sounding almost sultry.

What the hell, after talking to him for this long, why not? So you told him. He repeated it, and god, you loved the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly. You imagined what it would sound like if was moaning it while he-

He said your name again, which brought your mind out of the gutter and back to reality. “Hm?”

“You got a real cute voice,” he said. “And I bet you have a pretty face to match.”

“Thanks,” your voice was shy and your cheeks felt like they were on fire now that he was downright flirting with you.

“Sooooo...” he trailed off.

You laughed. “Sooo, what?”

It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?”

Your stomach sank after hearing his words.

“Yes,” you answered guiltily honestly. It was true; you did have a boyfriend. How was it he hadn’t crossed your mind once since you had answered the phone? Was this stranger really that enticing to you that your brain completely blanked out on the fact that you were in a committed relationship?

“He must not be a very good boyfriend, then,” he sighed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because he's an idiot for leaving a cutie like you home alone, so needy and desperate for attention,” he said. Needy and desperate? Ouch.

“I am not!” You began to defend yourself, then you registered what else he had said. “...And I never told you I was home alone.”

“Poor thing, all by yourself,” he continued, ignoring you. “If your boyfriend isn’t home, then who’s supposed to protect you from the big, scary men who might want to hurt you?”

His words had you on edge, but you tried so hard to rationalize what he was saying. He must have been pulling some kind of joke on you.

“Ha ha, real funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. Obviously, he was trying to mess with you. “Maybe this works on other girls you like to prank, but it won’t work on me. You’re gonna have to be scarier than that.”

“Scarier?” He asked, chuckling. “What could be scarier than being home alone and leaving your door unlocked this late at night?”

In a split second, you got up from the couch and ran over to your front door. You breathed a sigh of relief. “You dick! That almost scared me, but it’s locked. Nice try though.”

“Who said I was talking about the front door?”

A chill ran down your spine. Okay, you were starting to get pretty creeped out. You didn’t want him to know that, though. “The back door is locked too,” you bluffed.

“You sure about that?” His tone was cocky. “You don’t want to check that one too?” You really tried to rationalize it now. You tried. But how the hell did he know that you hadn’t checked it yet? “What’s wrong? Starting to get scared now, sweetheart?”

“As if,” you lied, but you were anxious as you made your way through the house towards the back door. “Besides, why are you doing this? Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?”

“What’s better than watching a cutie like you get all worked up?”

What did he just say? Watching? “I’m done playing your games asshole, I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t-” he started to say, but you were already ending the call.

You turned the corner and froze at the sight–your back door was wide open. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Cautiously, you moved closer. You reached a hand out, heart beating, fingers trembling, and shut the door. You made sure to lock it as you went to dial 911.

You couldn’t help but flinch when your phone started to ring. You pressed decline. Then, it rang a second time, and a third. On the fourth ring, you finally answered.

His voice came through, “We’re done playing when I say we’re done, got it doll? Our night is only just beginning.”

Part of you was in shock. Was this really happening to you?

It couldn’t be real. It had to be a joke or prank or something, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t. Fear and adrenaline pumped through your veins and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, but no, you had to stay strong–or at least, try to. This was life or death.

“And if I call the cops? Then what?”

He laughed at you. “You really think they’ll get here in time? Who knows what might happen to you by the time they arrive...”

Well, he had a point. This guy was probably inside your house, watching you as he tormented you, and loving every second of it. Honestly, you were surprised you weren’t already dead.

“W-what do you want from me, then?”

“It’s simple, just do as I say and play nice. If you do, I might go easy on you.” Play nice? What did that even mean?

“And if I don’t? Then what?”

“Then I’ll take my knife and spill your fucking guts onto the floor, you dumb bitch,” anger dripped from his voice. “Got it?!”

For some reason, a blush spread across your cheeks. Was... was his aggressiveness actually turning you on? You had liked his voice from the start but you never expected to be getting all hot and bothered from hearing him yell at you and call you names.

“I got it,” you replied.

“Atta girl,” he said and your blush only worsened. “It’s simple, really. I’ll give you 3 chances to find me.”

“We’re playing hide and seek?” You asked.

He chuckled darkly. “Mhm. Think you can win?”

You took a deep breath and thought, hopefully.

You walked through the house with caution, trying to look for the spot you’d be hiding in if you were a crazy murderer on the prowl for blood. You went past the living room and decided to check the coat closet first. Maybe he was hiding behind the rack of jackets you had in there?

You tensed your body and prepared for the worst as you extended your hand, twisted the knob, and yanked the door open.

“Wrong,” he said, sounding elated at the fact. “Two more chances.”

Where next? You shut the door and looked down the hall. Maybe the bathroom? You walked over and poked your head into the door frame. You approached the shower. With a quick motion you pulled the curtains to the side, only to reveal… it was empty. Ugh.

“Awwww, wrong again. Only one more chance. This is getting so exciting!” Just then, you heard a thump from the other room–your bedroom. “Come onnn,” he whined and said your name. “I’m getting bored waiting for you to find me.”

“I know where you are,” you said breathlessly as you crept to your bedroom. Again, you stuck your head in first to observe, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You went in.

The bed, you thought. He’s got to be under it. It’d be a big enough spot for a big scary man to hide, wouldn’t it?

You walked in front of the bed, hoping and praying that you would find him and win and he would let you escape, but deep down, you doubted he’d let you go so easily. Like he said, the night was just getting started.

Your heart raced like crazy as you dropped to your hands and knees and peered under the bed.

Nothing. He wasn’t there.

Before you could even start to form a plan of action, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist and yank you up off the ground. He lifted you with ease and threw you onto the bed.

Your back slammed against the mattress and all the wind was knocked from you. You gasped for air and it felt like time was moving way too damn fast. You wondered, are these going to be the last few seconds of my life?

“Looks like I won,” he said, happy as can be, and before you knew it he was climbing onto the bed and forcing his hand over your mouth. Your vision blurred as tears filled your waterline, but still, you could make out his form. He was huge; broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a height that towered over you.

Then, you felt it. A hot, painful sensation prickled across your neck and you realized why. He had pulled his knife out and currently had the blade pressed into your skin.

Whimpers came from your mouth, only to be muffled by the palm of his hand, which was clad in a leather glove. The pain finally helped the tears fall past your waterline and down your cheeks. Now your vision was a lot more clear and you could finally see what your attacker looked like.

You stared up at him through your tearful lashes and were startled to see what stared back–a creepy black and white mask, with some creepy black flowing robes to match. You didn’t even know what you were imagining he’d look like, but it definitely wasn’t that.

Although... you weren’t complaining. You’re not even sure why, but the sight of his mask had even more heat pooling between your legs. Something about it was so attractive to you. It made sense; you did have a thing for some of the masked killers from horror movies you loved so dearly... Well now, it seemed that you were getting to experience the real deal.

His body was between your legs and he pressed his whole weight down against you, effectively holding you in place beneath him. You writhed, trying to break free, not that it was making much of a difference. He added more pressure to the knife that was against your neck and a particularly loud whimper came from you. His hand squeezed over your mouth harder.

“Ssshhh, sshh baby,” he cooed at you and you nearly swooned. “Aw I know it hurts, but doll, you’re taking it so good. Don’t start acting like such a sore loser now. I won fair and square.”

“Mmphh!” Was about all that could come from your mouth.

He shifted his body to lean closer to you, bringing his mask right in front of your face. As he moved you also felt something rub so deliciously against your throbbing core and your eyes widened in surprise. It was his dick, thick and hard in his pants, that was making such wonderful friction against you.

“And you really gotta stop looking up at me with those pretty little doe eyes,” he said. Surprisingly, his hand uncovered your mouth. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears on your cheek with a tender motion. “God, so damn beautiful. Especially when you cry. It’s getting me so hard.”

To emphasize his statement, his hips rocked forward and rutted into you, slowly. You could feel just how hard he said he was. Now that your mouth was no longer covered, you had the chance to scream or yell or beg for his mercy, but what did you do instead?

“Aah,” you moaned, quiet and breathy, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What did I just hear?” He asked in awe. Shit, of course he heard it. “Did you just fucking moan?! Oh my god, what a filthy fucking girl you are.” God, so embarrassing! You could just die right then. 

He sank his knife deeper into you and at the same time, kept moving his hips against you, still slow and teasingly. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way you never expected.

“I bet you wish that boyfriend of yours was here to protect you,” he sneered.

Your mind was clouded and so hazy with lust, you didn’t even have it in you to lie. “Who said I was even thinking about him right now?”

His breath caught in his throat. “Wow, you’re even filthier than I thought. So you're just gonna let me do this, then?” He jutted forward with more force and you let out a yelp in response. “Dirty slut, of course you like it. And what would he think about that? Hmm?”

“I would never cheat on him,” you said, yet at the same time, wiggled your hips to try to get more friction between the two of you. “Ah, feels good. H-he doesn’t have to know.”

He brought his masked face next to your ear. “Which is it? You won’t cheat, or he doesn’t have to know? Those are two very different things,” he whispered.

He was right... but damn, you felt so conflicted, so guilty, yet so turned on.

He sat upright and set the blade next to his knee on the bed. You blinked up at him, wondering what he was doing, and your eyes widened once you saw his hands reach for his pants. With bated breath you watched him free his erection.

It was long, girthy, and the head glistened with precum as he gave himself a few pumps with his hand. You were mesmerized at the sight, mouth practically watering.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “Look what you do to me.” He tugged at the waist of your pajama pants and slid them off your legs. He used a hand to guide his member to your aching center. All you could do was look down and watch, completely enamored, while he rubbed himself on you through your panties. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“N-no! You can’t, please.” As much as you wanted it too, you couldn’t. He tapped his tip against your cloth-covered clit and you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan. Damn, you really did want to fuck him.

The tip was replaced with his thumb instead. Gently, he swiped it along your underwear and brushed your clit, sending shivers through your body. He loved how you squirmed at his touch. Your lips fell open and the room was filled with the sound of soft moans while his finger prodded and poked at your hole through the fabric, which was already soaking with your arousal.

“Wow, what a little mess you are. So wet and needy for me, huh? I bet you don’t get this wet for your boyfriend,” he teased and you smiled, shyly. You didn’t want to admit it, but you loved the way he was talking to you. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to resist him.

“I have an idea,” you suggested and lifted your legs straight up in the air. You made sure to squeeze your thighs together as you spoke, “I mean... it’s not cheating if you just put it between my legs, right?”

“Right,” he was quick to agree and line his dick up with your thighs, in all their plump and juicy glory. He fingers gripped your flesh as he started to slide himself between them. “Fuck, princess, you feel amazing. So smooth and warm.”

The pet name and the praise had heat rushing to both your cheeks and your core. “Yeah? You like it?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned and finally started to move, using short, shallow thrusts. He let out a choked sound as his head tilted back and his fingers dug even deeper into the sides of your legs. It felt great as he began moving with more speed and each thrust grew stronger. “You like being used like this? Like my little fuck toy?”

Honestly, you did. The feeling of his hips pounding against you, hearing his desperate gasps for air as he used you for his own pleasure, his possessive hold on your body... yeah, you loved it.

He reached over and grabbed his knife off the bed. You flinched when you felt the cold steel press against the back of your thigh and slowly slice into it.

“Agh!” You yelped, eyes closed and wincing at the pain. You felt blood dripping down your leg, courtesy of the fresh cut he had made. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, at his mask, while your lip quivered. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you were reminded just how badly you wanted to feel him inside you.

He tossed the knife back down and brought his hand to the wound. His palm ghosted over it, lightly. His fingers trailed through your blood before he kneaded your flesh and streaked the ruby liquid all across your skin.

His thrusts had become fast and sloppy as one hand continued to knead, and the other wrapped around your legs to keep your thighs squeezed tightly together. You looked away from his mask and instead glanced down at his cock. You licked your lips at the sight of the head emerging from between your legs. It twitched and leaked precum in the most enthralling way.

“I’m close, oh fuck,” he nearly whined. “Yeah–mmm, fuckkk,” he said, his words punctuated with the final few thrusts, and then he was cumming. “Open your legs.”

You did as he said and you watched thick, hot globs of cum spew from the head and dribble down onto your underwear. His hand was on his member, stroking lazily as the last few spurts landed on the fabric right over your clit. You gasped at the sensation.

“O-oh wow,” you said, feeling needier than ever now that your legs were spread and your lower half was on display for him. Thankfully, he took his finger and pressed it right where you wanted it most.

“Such cute panties,” he said. You had already been wet before but now your undergarment was downright drenched by the combination of bodily liquids, and it felt so amazing as he moved his finger in slow motions to smear his cum all over your clit. “But I like them even better after seeing what a mess we made together.”

You nodded, bashfully. “I like them better like this too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, voice smug. “I never expected this. You’re so bad.”

He was right, but still... Despite how bad you were already being, you wanted even more. Sure, his finger felt good touching you, but you wanted–no, needed more than just a finger.

It was like he read your mind because before you knew it, his cock, still hard as ever, replaced the digit and made contact with your clit next. Your legs twitched in response and you cried out, feeling nothing but pure delight.

He kept rubbing, moving the head of his cock in circles around your throbbing bud, then smacking it against you teasingly.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asked. He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, revealing your naked pussy to him. Fuck, your brain was so muddled with desire that you really didn’t even mind him doing it. He continued, “Damn, look at that. So soaked and so fucking pretty.”

You giggled, enjoying his words but at the same time feeling abashed by them, “Stoppp.”

“I mean it, princess. Any guy would be lucky to be inside this pussy,” he said, then touched his dick to your bare clit, causing your whole body to jolt. “Aw, so sensitive. How cute.”

“What are you doing?”

“What? I won’t put it in.” He feigned innocence as he dragged himself through your folds, gathering your juices. “Like you said, it's not cheating. Just wanna feel you against my cock, babydoll.”

God, it was so hard to resist him. It was like he knew exactly what to say to make your kitty go wild. Apprehensively you nodded your head to give him permission to continue, and he was eager to.

Your body felt like it was on fire; red hot ecstasy burned through your veins and you mewled wantonly as his dick caressed your clit in the most divine ways. It was warm and wet and you felt entranced as you watched it slip back and forth against your pussy. He went harder and the increased pressure only added more pleasure for the both of you.

“Ah, just like that,” the sentence bubbled past your lips without you meaning it to. Fuck, you were probably liking this way more than you should be. His cock just felt so hypnotic against you.

This was never how you expected your night to go; trapped under a masked man who had broken into your house, while he teased his cock on your pussy, and your boyfriend was completely out of mind. And the worst part of all? The fact that you were enjoying every damn second of it.

Your words seemed to spur him on. He reached up and lifted the bottom of his mask momentarily and you felt a wet smack against your clit. You realized he had spit on it.

His saliva trickled through your folds and he brought the tip down to your neglected entrance. He pressed it in, just so slightly.

“Fuck,” you wheezed, surprised by the action but not completely mad at it. The stretch of your pussy around him burned in an addicting way, feeling like both heaven and hell at the same time. “No, no, you can’t. We can’t.”

“C’monnn, it’s just the tip. It’s not even a big deal,” he said, as if it really was so nonchalant. With no warning, he moved his hips and pressed himself into you a little deeper before pulling back out.

“Ah!” You cried and tears pricked the edges of your eyes as your body tried to accommodate his size. His dick was huge, after all, even if it was just the tip. He kept going, moving slow and tender and staying true to his words–using only the tip and not pressing any deeper.

Minutes passed, and of course it felt good, but your hips were wriggling like crazy, seeking more friction, and your mouth gaped open as loud whimpers came from it.

“Look at that pretty pussy taking my cock so nicely,” he said and placed his thumb over your clit.

“Yes, yesss,” you moaned when his thumb started moving. You swore you were seeing stars.

With each swirl around your clit, he simultaneously sank his cock deeper and deeper into you until your back was arched off the bed and your pussy was clamped hard around him. You were so blissed out you couldn’t even object.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His praise added to your pleasure, and finally, his hips met yours as he bottomed out. His thumb left your clit and he combed his fingers through your hair, his touch surprisingly soft. “I can’t believe I’m actually inside you, all the way. You feel amazing.”

“W-we shouldn’t,” you protested weakly. “This is so wrong.”

“Is that why I feel you clenching around me?” He pulled his dick out and shoved it right back into you with a swift thrust. He chuckled at your reaction, “See? You did it again. You can try to deny it all you want but I can feel how turned on you are by this.”

“I’m... not...” you whined, but it was getting hard to lie. He had stopped moving and you were getting impatient. He didn’t care, though, just stayed still with his cock buried in you.

“Admit it,” he teased. “Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Well, you had already made it this far and had already crossed so many boundaries... so fuck it. You might as well enjoy the night to the fullest.

You pouted at him and begged with a sensual voice, “Please, pleaseeee, need you to fuck me, okay? I want it so bad...” You batted your eyes, your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

He wasted no time. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, which he used to hold you in place as he started to pound into you with no restraint or relent.

“That’s my girl,” he said, reminding you of the fact that you were not his, but you liked hearing it anyway. “So glad you’re finally being honest with yourself. You know I can fuck you better than he ever could, anyway.”

It seemed his words were turning out to be true, because hot damn, he felt amazing. He was going so hard and so fast, everything about it felt perfect and you were absolutely gushing around his thick cock.

So many lewd noises filled the air. You closed your eyes for a second and listened. The loudest was his flesh slapping against yours, which sounded like applause as he rutted into you like an animal. Next, you focused on the squelching sounds of his cock going in and out of your slick hole. It was hot as fuck. Last but not least, were the noises you were making; high-pitched mews and needy cries.

His free hand snaked up your body, making sure to stop and play with your tits and rub your nipples through your shirt. His grip on your hair tightened as he tilted your face towards him.

“Look at me,” his tone was demanding. You opened your eyes and did as he said. “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you?”

His hand left your chest and he brought it to your lips next. His thumb rubbed along them and your tongue lolled out of your mouth, eager to please. He pressed the digit against the tip of it. You swirled and lapped, getting even more turned on from the taste of his leather gloves. He hummed contently and you closed your lips around his thumb and sucked.

His hips started to stutter, clearly loving the sight, and the two of you moaned in sync. He popped his thumb out of your mouth and also removed his hand from your hair, so he could put both hands around your neck. He squeezed the sides roughly and your eyes rolled back. You felt dizzy, like your head was spinning with lust.

“Yesss, fuck,” you barely wheezed out. You sounded (and felt) totally destroyed as you praised him.

He leaned forward and pressed all his weight onto your throat. His hips snapped back and forth and his cock drilled into you. It was hitting deeper inside you than anyone had ever reached and truthfully, you never wanted it to end.

“I’m close,” he murmured, just as much of a breathless mess as you were.

You were close too. “Oh god, please don’t stop!” To make sure he wouldn’t, you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles together, caught up in the moment.

“What a naughty girl. You want my cum in you that bad, huh?” He spoke between thrusts. His movements were sloppy, his breath was uneven. “I’ll give you what you want then.”

His forceful slams got even rougher and you felt his cock pulsing inside you. Any second now, you thought. Finally, with a loud groan, he was releasing hot strings of semen deep in your cunt.

“Yesss,” you hissed through clenched teeth, so fucked-out and desperate for your release. Luckily, he didn’t pull out after he came. He kept slamming into you. He did stop choking you, though. As you gasped for air, a small part of you was happy to be able to breathe again, but mainly you just really missed the feeling of his strong hands around your neck. You never knew you would enjoy him squeezing the life out of you as he fucked you quite that much.

“C’mon baby, I wanna hear how pretty you sound when you cum. Can you do that for me? Just let go,” then his thumb was back on your clit, rubbing in circles. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Lemme hear you.”

You let out wild moans, not a care in the world, as he pumped his cock and pushed his seed further into you. The speed, the force, the way he was talking you through it, the way his thumb worked magic on your clit... my god, you felt so wonderful. Your whole body convulsed beneath him as the craziest orgasm of your life wracked through you.

“There we go,” he cooed, softly. “Let it all out for me, baby.” Your legs twitched and your walls quivered as you rode the wave of your orgasm.

Eventually, his movements slowed until he was fully still. The two of you said nothing and instead opted to try to catch your breath. You were both winded.

You whined as he started to pull his cock out, it just felt so empty without him.

Your body already craved more of him. You were even tempted to ask for more but then you both heard it–a car had pulled up in the driveway.

“Is that...?”

“My boyfriend,” you gulped. Oh god.

Post-orgasm clarity began to kick in and your mind was running wild. How were you supposed to explain this? You had cheated, and you had enjoyed it more than anything you’d ever done with your boyfriend.

Oh god oh god oh god-

“I better get out of here then,” your thoughts were interrupted and your attention was back on him. The intruder. The masked man who had just given you the best dick of your life. He’d already tucked himself back in his pants and was moving off the bed. “Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, while his cum leaked out of your pussy and slid down your thighs and onto the bed. Your sheets were a mess, stained with blood and soaking wet from both your orgasm and his. There was no way you weren’t getting caught.

You heard the car door shut, which kicked you into fight or flight mode. You shot up from where you were laying and ripped all the bedding off as fast as possible. You could throw everything in the washer then hop in the shower and hopefully your boyfriend would never find out. Right?

You turned to say a quick goodbye, but when you looked back, your room was empty. The only trace left of him was your bedroom window hanging wide open. He must’ve slipped out of it. You were disappointed you didn’t get to say anything to him before he disappeared, but honestly it was for the better. You didn’t have time to stand around, you had to get moving.

You ran to the laundry room and tossed the crumpled, messy bundle of sheets and blankets into the washing machine and started it. In the other room, you heard your boyfriend fumbling with his keys in the lock. You barely had enough time to grab your phone, run into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you.

“I’m home!” He called out to you. “Babe?”

“In the bathroom! I’m about to shower,” you yelled back.

You opened your phone and went to delete your call history. Your heart started racing like crazy when a text came in from a number that you didn’t have saved in your phone, it was-

It was from him.

Leave your back door unlocked tomorrow night. I’m not done with you just yet.

You read the text over and over. You hated to admit it but a wide smile had formed on your face. He wanted to see you again?

Of course your heart was heavy with guilt, yet at the same time, the excitement you felt far outweighed any negative feelings you had. Plus, you knew your boyfriend was scheduled for a night shift tomorrow night, so... you’d be free.

In fact, you had already made up your mind.

It was definitely wrong, but you knew it would feel oh so right.

[justanothermemestrider]

Nothing Ever Stays Dead - Part 1

Gadriel x Childhood Friend OC

Inspired by @beckyninja ' Titus x Reader fics and @hatsubara-8chan' s Titus x Theia art. Thank you guys for giving me the confidence and inspiration to finally do something with my own oc :)

I know x reader stuff is my forte, but it would mean so much if you guys checked this series out too. It was super fun to write and I think you all will really enjoy it.

As always, apologies for grammar and spelling mistakes. While this part is sfw, some future parts will be nsfw but I'll note that up the top. Typical 40kness and violence, also I've just gone and made up an entire og backstory for Gadriel lol.

Hope you guys enjoy! And thank you so much for reading xoxox

Love, Memestrider :)

Ellicent sobbed into his shoulder, soaking his collar and staining it dark. She'd been like this for ages; she didn't know how many, but it was enough that the grimy windows in front of them had darkened to black slabs with the disappearance of the sun and rolling in of night. She felt embarrassed by it. Ashamed. Kids down here lost their parents all the time, and her Dad had been sick for a long time. Knowing that should've made it easier, but it didn't. Her heart was still shattered. Her soul split in half by a stake of grief and anguish. She sobbed like a baby. Like a weak thing that the Underhive should and would eat alive.

But he didn't seem to mind.

His grip was as gentle as it was tight, as if he were trying to wring the sadness from her very being. He stroked her hair, rubbed her back, let her hide her face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, Ellie," he said. He'd said it many times before, but this one was no less genuine or earnest. Ellicent's throat ached too much to reply, so she only shook her head.Tentatively, he drew away from her. Not enough to break their embrace all together: just enough so he could look her in the eye.

"You know we have to leave him here, right?"

Swallowing another sob, Ellicent nodded. Down here, there were no medical services or law enforcement to collect the dead: there were only scavengers and cannibals. They'd find her Dad eventually, but if they kept her Dad in here, he might stay safe for a little longer.

"I know," she said. "But... but what about me? I can't- I can't stay here."He answered without hesitation or thought. "You can come stay with me."

"Wha- what?"

"I know Mum will let you. And if she says no, I'll make her. But she won't say no. I know she won't."

A dozen questions sat on Ellicent's tongue, but she was either too tired or too sad to ask. Sinking into his arms again, she wiped her eyes on his shoulder. "Okay."

"It'll be okay, Ellie. I promise, it'll be okay." Ellicent closed her eyes.

"Thank you, Gadriel," she whispered.

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"Remind me," Chairon says, using the box so he could be heard over the rumble of the Thunderhawk. "Which xenos is our target supposedly allied with?"

Gadriel checks the slide of his bolter for the umpteenth time.

"The dark eldar," he replies. "Specifically, the pack that has made this planet their favoured hunting ground."

"What about the necrons?"

"What about them?"

"Did the briefing not state that Severus' gang often makes use of necron technology?"

"It did," Gadriel says. "But that technology is stolen. Pillaged from only the Emperor knows where."

Through the static of the vox, Chairon's scowl sounds particularly vicious. "Damned heretics. Have they no pride or dignity to speak of at all?"

"Of course they don't."

Gadriel looks to his left where Titus sits beside him. Like his and Chairon's, the face of the lieutenant's helm is cast as a mouthless, red eyed glare. Somehow, though, Titus' glare appears even more intimidating.

"Creatures like Severus are among the worst kind of heretic," he says. "Chaos can corrupt the unwilling. Mutancy can affect the innocent. But to work with the alien? To turn one's back on their own species? That is a choice. One that is made willingly, without coercion or subterfuge.

"An uneasy silence settles across the vox. For a long while, the only sound comes from the roar of the Thunderhawk's engine and the collective of the three Astartes' power armour. Eventually, Gadriel is the one to break it by clearing his throat.

"Forgive me for saying so, sir. But, it sounds as if you speak from experience."

Titus turns his head towards Gadriel. The dim bar lights lining the Thunderhawk's interior reflect sharply off the golden laurels welded around his helmet's crown.

"You remain as sharp as ever, brother," the lieutenant remarks. "And you would be right. Severus' gang is not the first group of xenos collaborators I've encountered."

He pauses for a second. "As I said, they are the worst kind of heretic. Worse than political dissenters or atheist zealots. By a long, long way."

Silence falls once more. This time, however, it is morose. Sober. Behind his helmet, Gadriel chews the inside of his cheek in thought. It's a habit he's had ever since he was a boy- one so innate, not even Astartes re-education could snuff it out. He's reviewing the mission briefing in his head. Specifically, the intelligence regarding their target. Archibald Severus- a rogue trader turned planetary crime lord. Typically, such a man would not be a concern for the Astartes- such things were usually handled by the Inquisition alone. But Severus has been particularly problematic; almost all of his people wield necron weaponry and his Drukhari allies have all but brought the planet to its knees. Also, the Ultramarines just so happened to be in the area. Fortunate for the people who live here, though not so much for Severus. The last thought amuses Gadriel enough to make him smile. Yes. Very unfortunate for him indeed.

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The Thunderhawk drops the fireteam amidst the exterior district of a hive city. The street upon which it lands is wide, dusty and long abandoned. Blade and plasma scars line the walls of every surrounding building, reminders of the countless dark eldar attacks the city has endured over Severus' tenure here. The Astartes quite literally hit the ground running. Bolters in hand, their objective's location marker pulsing in the top centre of their heads up displays. The objective in question is a warehouse- once a hangar for Imperial Guard aircraft, now just as abandoned as the rest of the district. Severus will supposedly be there, though the exact reasons why are unknown. But that doesn't matter to Gadriel. If the man is there, he will die. As surely as the blood of the Primarch flows through Gadriel's veins, that traitorous xenos-sellout will die.

The warehouse in question emerges from around the next street corner. It looks like a giant concrete brick dropped in the middle of the district block. Gadriel falls in behind his brothers, covering the rear while Titus leads the way and Chairon covers their flanks from the centre. But the area is empty. As if the entire district had been evacuated or disappeared. Considering what this place has endured over the last several years, that is probably not far from the truth.

"Gadriel," Titus says over the vox, breaking Gadriel's reverie. "Auspex."

The team halts against a nearby wall. The warehouse is now directly in front of them. Moving in perfect unison, Gadriel switches position with Chairon. He sidles up beside Titus, takes one hand off his bolter to extract the Auspex scanner clasped to his belt. He holds the device up and studies the screen for several seconds.

"Motion detected," he reports. "Ten hostiles, one hundred and fifty metres ahead. Baseline, by the sizes of the pulse."

"One must be Severus," Chairon says.

"Hopefully," Gadriel replies.

"But not certainly," Titus says. The lieutenant says nothing more, but Gadriel hears his unspoken order nonetheless: maintain your guard.

Despite their size and weight, the Astartes move like panthers on the prowl. As it is still light outside, they stick to the shadows where they can. Reaching one of the warehouse's walls, the fireteam lines up, Gadriel in front with time with Titus and Chairon covering him.

"We will breach the wall here," Titus says. "Overwhelm them with speed and surprise."

Chairon and Gadriel both acknowledge the order with a curt "yes sir". Internally, however, Gadriel is somewhat amused by Titus' choice in tactics. *One would be forgiven for thinking we were White Scars. All we're missing are the jet bikes.*

Chairon moves in between his brothers. He holster his bolter to his hip before reaching for his belt and extracting a fist-sized breaching charge. He plants the explosive on the wall, primes it with a button press, then motions for Titus and Gadriel to stand clear. Gadriel crouches down on one knee. His secondary heart joins his primary in beating, flooding his body with adrenaline. He looks between his brothers. Both give him nods of acknowledgement. Chairon touches his forearm, ready to activate the charge. As his fingertip brushes the button, however, Gadriel's Auspex let's out a chime.

"Hold," Gadriel says before pulling up the scanner. He furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

"What is it?" Titus asks.

"The Auspex has changed. All but one of the pulses have vanished."

"Vanished?" Chairon asks.

"That's what I said."

"But how?"

"I do not know."

"It matters not," Titus growls. "Chairon, blow the charge n-"

Before he can finish giving the order, the wall explodes on its own.

The shockwave slams into Gadriel with the force of a meteorite. It throws him backward, knocking him off his feet, sending him rolling over his side before landing on flat on his front. All three of his lungs are emptied of air and his ears ring as if glass were being shattered inside his skull. Gadriel ignores it all. Recovering his footing with staggering ease before raising his bolter in the direction of the enemy.

Only he can see nothing. Just the charred concrete debris at his feet and a wall of thick black smoke. Even through his helmet's filters, the smell of it is choking. Like the polluted air of an Underhive amplified and condensed. Gadriel clenches his jaw.

A gas grenade. Only it exploded with the force of a breaching charge.

It has to be Severus. He must have known they were coming, that they were there. Gadriel curses to himself.

We were too loud. Too forward. Not cautious enough...

"Brothers! Status!" Titus' voice crackles over the vox. Gadriel whips around to try and find the lieutenant, but the damned smoke is too opaque. "Alive and unharmed," Gadriel hisses. "But can't see a damn thing."

"Acknowledged." By contrast, Titus' voice is calm and level. "Chairon? What's your status?"

No reply. A fury like fire ignites in Gadriel's chest. "Brother!" he shouts. "Are you there? Tell us where you are!"

A flash of light catches his peripheral vision. Gadriel spins to face it, snapping his bolter sights up as he does. It's small, but sustained, growing in luminosity with every second. But that isn't what makes Gadriel's breath hitch. It's the colour. A shocking, neon green. Too vivid to be natural, too bright to be electronic.

Gadriel's eyes widen. His thoughts scream a single, terrible name.

Necrons.

With an plasmic screech, the particle beam blazes towards him. It aims for his chest, right over his primary heart. Gadriel manages to twist out of the way in time, but not before the beams edge grazes the top of the aquillia on his breastplate. Gadriel aims his bolter in the direction the green light, only for it to vanish as he opens fire.

"Contact!" he shouts down the vox to Titus. "Necron weaponry confirmed!"

The light reappears on his left. Much closer than before. Gadriel fires upon it and he hears his bolter round sing as they slam into alien metal. He dive-rolls to the side, anticipating another particle beam. But no such shot comes. Instead, the light swells. Growing from a dot to a long, curved streak.

"Throne!" Gadriel hisses. Throwing his bolter into the holster on his thigh, he draws his power sword. Just in time to parry the crackling, green energy blade that comes careening towards his head. Both weapons spark and hiss when they make contact. Faster than a blinking eye, Gadriel surges forwards to slash at the arm holding the necron blade. But his opponent is quicker. Smoke swirling about them, they duck his attack before launching a kick at his knee. Pain spikes through Gadriel's leg and he feels his balance slip. It surprises him. There aren't many things that can kick out an armoured Astartes' knee.

A necron warrior, though, is definately one of them.

The energy blade comes for his head again. Gadriel throws his chin up to avoid it, but in the process looses what little balance he has left. He lands on his back hard, grunting as the last of the air in his lungs is forced out by the impact. In the same instant, his opponent is on top of him. Erupting from the smoke like a daemon from the Warp pinning him down by crouching on his breastplate.

Now close enough to see them through the smoke, Gadriel lays eyes on his attacker for the first time. What he sees, he can only describe as abominable. At first glance, they are human- female, from her shape and build- clad in tattered, studded leather characteristic of those from an Underhive. Her hair is a stunning shade of scarlet and she has it up in a pony tail so long it flows behind her like a cape of ribbons. But that is where all semblance of her humanity ends. Instead of a left arm, she has a robotic appendage, the clawed, green-veined forelimb of a necron warrior, with a green plasma blade bursting from its knuckles. The same is true of her right leg, the foot of which is pressed savagely into Gadriel's chest, strong enough to keep the Astartes pinned. A necron rifle- the source of the particle beams, surely- hangs from a strap looped across her back.

Hatred contorts Gadriel's face into a snarl. Abandoning his power sword he reaches for his bolter, which is still holstered to his thigh. Wrenching the weapon free, he throws it up just as the cyborg-abomination above him raises her energy blade. Her face, too, is twisted into a snarl.

Time suddenly slows. Gadriel's finger stops shy of the trigger.

Her face...

Hatred turns to confusion turn to shock. His thoughts are a racing, jumbled mess. His mouth opens without him realising and he hears his own voice. It speaks a name he hasn't heard in over fifty years.

"... Ellie?"

The cyborg freezes. The snarl on her lips dies.

"G- Gadriel?"

Both of Gadriel's hearts stop. His mind is simultaneously paralysed and raging like a warpstorm. His bolter falls from his hand, clattering off his breastplate to land beside him. Gadriel doesn't even notice.

"Sergeant!" a voice bellows over the vox.

Sparks suddenly burst from the woman's back. As quickly as it had vanished her snarl returns. Leaping off Gadriel, she whips around. Her energy blade retracts into her arm and she reaches for her rifle. Gadriel turns his head to see Titus charging for them with his bolter raised.

The woman hesitates. Glances at Gadriel. Behind his visor, Gadriel meets her gaze. His eyes become wide and watery.

It can't be.

More of Titus' rounds slam into her, this time pinging off her necronian arm. She staggers backward, dropping her rifle so it's swinging limp against her hip. Another moment of hesitation. Gadriel opens his mouth to call her name again. But before the word can leave his lips, she's moving again. Turning her back and vanishing into the smoke screen. When it finally fades, there is no sign of her. Not even a drop of blood.

Gadriel swallow thickly. A lump has formed in his throat, large enough to make it difficult for him to breathe.

"Brother!" Titus clasps his arm, hauling Gadriel up into a sitting position. "Are you alright? Are you wounded?"

Gadriel says nothing. He doesn't remember how to speak. Nor can he even see his brother kneeling beside him. The only thing his mind can see is her. The day her father died. The day on the rooftop. The night they had spent together in her bed.

"Promise me you'll come back."

"I promise."

"I love you."

"I-"

"Brother?" The concern in Titus' voice is palpable now. "Gadriel. Can you hear me?"

Gadriel finally looks at the lieutenant. He nods, but still refuses to speak. He doesn't trust himself to. He's afraid that if he did, he might start to weep.

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That's it! I hope you liked it! The first part of any story is always kinda slow, since you gotta set everything up, but I tried my best to keep things moving fast-like.

Thank you again for reading xoxoxoxo

Part 2 will be up in a few days probably. Hopefully I'll see you all then :)

Update: pssst, you can read part 2 here!

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[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 20 Finale

Masterlist

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I was vibrating with excitement and nerves. I wasn't going on stage, but I would be in backstage videos and photos, so I did get mild hair and makeup. The outfit they put me in matched my boys perfectly.

I was sitting in a green room with my Omegas going to and fro around me. Doing their own things to get ready both mentally and physically. Stretching, warming up, snacking, resting, chatting, and joking around. I was flushed with joy and having a blast.

I snapped photos and little videos on my phone and tablet cameras. They weren't nearly as good as my usual, but I still wanted to document and remember this day. This first concert with my Omegas. How much fun we were having even while everyone worked so hard. It was worth documenting, even at lower quality than usual.

We all quieted down when there was a knock on the door. Like we wanted to keep our joy and chaos for ourselves. Even if there was a backstage talker camera going around.

"Oh great! Thank you so much!" I heard Chris exclaim happily to the person at the door. It's his Australian accent that catches my attention since most the crew were still Korean speaking.

HE clicked the door shut again, a plain brown handled shopping bag in his hand. His eyes searched for and found me and he baby step beelined for me. I was sitting on a chair, Ayen sitting between my legs. The odd walk caught several others attention.

Lino straightened. "Did it arrive?" Chan nodded. "Just in time!" Lino sounded as excited as Chan looked. I was even more confused.

"What came?" I asked. I didn't know anyone ordered anything. Was it a food delivery?

Chan handed me the bag. "We got you something. I wasn't sure if it would be done before the concert started." He looked a little nervous now as all eight of them stopped what they were doing to watch me open my surprise.

Giving them one last suspicious look, I peeked into the bag, only to gasp in absolute shock. Slowly, reverently, I reached inside and pulled out my previously broken camera.

She looked better than she had in years, and I took great pride in taking care of her. Brand new shiny casing, broken lens and buttons replaced and policed enough to sparkle. Even the strap, which had been wearing down in some spots was reweaved and stitched. I was in awe.

"This is far too much! How did you even find someone to fix this in just a day?" My hands shook as I smoothed my fingers over the camera in worship. This was beyond anything I ever dared to even think about hoping for.

"We all pitched in. And manager found the camera shop." Lino said.

"It was worth every penny just to see this look on your face." Minnie teased with a small, sweet smile on his lips.

"We know how much the camera means to you. How much photography means." Ayen started, patting my thigh. He was twisted oddly in order to watch me. And you are so good at it. Honestly, your work is better than some of the big-name photographers to have worked with.

I half smiled at him. "Hardly but thank you. Thank you all so much." I bit my lip to keep from tearing up. "I am so glad I became your Alpha. Even if I was terrified through most of our journey so far."

"There is a catch to this gift, though." Felix announced.

"What's that?"

"You have to take our social media photos for the tour. We have a higher standard now that we have posted your photos." Hyunjin answered.

I huffed out a laugh, eyes tearing up, and nodded with a wobbly smile. "Of course. I'll be glad to." I whispered wetly.

"And y/n?" Han prompted.

I hummed in question, waiting for his answer expectantly.

"We are really glad you're our Alpha too. Our Unwilling Alpha. Perfect in every way." Bin answered.

~Fin~

A/N: Originally, I had the intention of writing the entire concert of their first stop on the mini tour. However, this organically came out, and it just felt like the ending as I was writing it. And I'm all for listening to my writing. It sometimes knows more than I do. So, it's short, but it feels like a natural ending to me, and hopefully to you too.

Thank you for riding this roller coaster with me, and I really hope you enjoyed this short little goofy take on A/B/O dynamics.

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[dominiquelucalover]

"Friendly" Competition

Blurb for @nervousmagazinefestival

Summary: Luca and his gf have a competition over who can cook the best pancakes so they have a blind taste test at HQ 😂 (<- actual req)

A/N: I hope this okay. It was super cute and I enjoyed writing it.

It started with a harmless comment about who was the better cook, yourself or Luca, and from there it snowballed. Beginning in your kitchen quickly spread to HQ as you and Luca wanted to see how the team would respond to such a question. The catch being that they wouldn't know who made which stack of pancakes. So, both woke up earlier than usual, hit the store on the way to work, and went straight to the kitchen to get started.

By the time the team arrived, they smelled the sweetness of freshly made pancakes with a few extra sides to satisfy everyone there. They'd gotten a text in the group chat to not eat breakfast because they'd be treated to something special when they got to HQ. No one was disappointed to hear that, except to Rocker who when asked if he could have some, that it was 20 David only,

Everything was almost ready when everyone rolled in, so Luca ushered them out while trying not to burn a pan of soft, fluffy pancakes. Street whined about how hungry he was before the door shut and leaned against the wall with a pout. It wasn't long before they were let back inside and saw the table filled with a fruit bowl, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, orange juice, and of course two domes covering the ready to eat pancakes. You and Luca had gone a little overboard with the whole thing, but you figured it you'd asked them to wait, you had to make up for it.

"All we ask is that you try both types of pancakes and tell us which one you like best," you explain.

Deacon raised an eyebrow as he filled his plate. "This is about pancakes?"

"Yeah, man," Luca said, grinning softly. "She said she made a better pancake than me, so I had to show her how it's done. All in good fun, of course."

You laughed beside him and patted his arm. "We'll see about that, love."

Street was shoving food in his mouth like a monster and Chris was looking at him disgusted as she tried to enjoy her meal. Then she looked at you and said, "I don't know how reliable Street's answer is going to be. I'm not sure he can distinguish anything flavor from the way he's about to choke on his food."

He gave her a sharp look but immediately dropped it when you slapped him on the back. "Calm down there, Streeter, we've got more than enough for you."

"Hey," he said with his mouthful, swallowing before speaking again. "You're the one that asked us to not eat this morning."

"They also got here early to make us this meal, so why don't you say thank you and eat," Hondo said, making everyone laugh.

By the end, everyone had their answer to the question you'd posed. All the pancakes were gone, leaving behind the empty plates they'd once been stacked upon. To cast their vote, everyone put their fork on the plate of the pancake they'd enjoyed the best.

"I gotta give it to the cinnamon," Tan commented as he dropped his fork with a loud clang.

Chris followed after him. "Me too, the vanilla was a nice touch."

"Did we eat the same pancakes? Because the chocolate chip was amazing," Deacon said, satisfied. He looked to you and Luca. "I'll need that recipe for the kids, they'll love it for sure."

Hondo grinned and put his fork on the chocolate chip plate.

Then all eyes turned to Street, who was wiping his mouth of syrup. He looked up and shook his head. He looked at the couple standing at the end of the table, waiting for his verdict. "It has to be up to me? Really?"

"That's usually how ties work," you told him, smiling. "Don't choose wrongly."

He sighed and thought for a moment, then held up his fork to drop. "The best pancake was-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the door opened and Hicks was calling them to duty. An active shooter was terrorizing a neighborhood and he needed his best team out there yesterday. Everybody got up, throwing down napkins and quickly heading to the locker room to gear up, the little competition forgotten about for the time being.

Maybe they'd come back to it later...

[weneeya]

don't like you m.list | rules

pairing. dr ratio x reader

note. i'm finally falling in honkai star rail so be prepared to see characters from there quite a lot from now on (and i'm not even sorry about it)

Working with no one else than Dr Veritas Ratio was really a pain in the ass. It might have been a lot of people’s dream to be able to work with someone as intelligent as him, but it was surely not yours. In fact, you would have preferred doing this with absolutely anyone else other than him. The explanation was easy : you could not stand that man. He was arrogant and always called other people stupid. He had no respect for them, so you did not have any for him or his work. 

You had no choice though, working with him was not your own decision and you could not discuss it no matter how much you wanted to. This is how you ended up sitting in a library with Veritas in front of you, speaking over and over, again and again, without ever closing his mouth. A sigh left your lips, and you met his eyes. 

“Do you shut your damn mouth sometimes?” You asked him bluntly, and he looked at you in disbelief for a second ; before his expression was quickly replaced with a frown. “And do you have some respect for people sometimes?” You suddenly straighten your back at his words. 

You thought about a million things to answer his stupid remark, but you decided to be more mature than him this time and not to reply to him. You shook your hand slowly, monitoring him to keep going in his never ending monologue. After some time, you began to listen again to what he was talking about. 

No matter how hard you despised him, you could never deny the genius he was. His brain was working a thousand times faster than anyone else, and you could only agree to what he was saying. Except right now, because you had something else to propose as an idea. 

You raised your finger, and it made him stop speaking for a moment. Aeons, it really was great when he stopped. You cleared your throat, looking at him with a light grin on your lips. Oh, he did not like that. 

“That’s a good point, I admit it ; but I don’t like you. So fuck you, and here’s my idea.” And with that, you stole the pencil in his fingers and began to explain your own point of view and your ideas on the subject, not giving him the opportunity to stop you. It was your turn now. 

He could not believe it. Not only the fact that you were a brat clearly making fun of him right now, but also that your ideas were… great. It was hard for him to admit it, but you really had some good points that he did not mention even once. Maybe you did not like him, and maybe he did not care much (or that was what he said) but you were not as much of an idiot as he thought you were. 

When you were done, you expected him to dismiss everything you said and called you the stupidest person on this planet. But he did not. Actually, he almost did the opposite. Well, you would never say out loud that you were pretty smart, but he did not throw your ideas away. 

At your biggest surprise, you both began to work together on the subject to find a good idea and solution that would use both of your brains and not only his. It was a first. You almost thought he was making fun of you in the beginning ; but you had to admit that he clearly was taking you seriously. 

It was refreshing, and as the days got on while working on this, you realized that perhaps he was not as much of an asshole you thought he was. He was just a genius surrounded by slower brains and he had some trouble accepting it. But he was almost treating you as an equal now that you had tell him to fuck off and put some respect on your name. 

Perhaps you should have done this sooner.

thank you for reading!

[fairytwles]

hi babyyyy

sending asks bc you’re about to answer a bunch! i was wondering if u have any lottienat or jackienat (or jackielottienat :o) headcanons or anything i love them so bad

love u!

hi baby gorgeous!!!!

i love love love answering asks feel free to send more if u want <3 (if that's what u meant by the first sentence lol) and yes ofc <3 i have a bunch of jackienat headcanons BUT give me a day or two and I will come back with LottieNat headcanons i PROMISE

jackienat

nat 100% made jackie mixtapes before they were dating in order to "get jackie listening to some real music" but really made them so she could put her feelings out there without actually saying anything.... she would put so much thought, love and effort into them but would never admit it

she never necessarily wanted jackie to figure it out since she never thought jackie would feel the same way, it was just something she did so she could get some of the weight off her chest

jackie's oblivious so she never got the hint lol

jackie learned how to make a mixtape (with the help of shauna) and put some of her favorite music on it to give to nat (mostly top fourties pop)

she decorated it with glitter stickers and wrote nats name in a pink paint marker

nat adored it

pop music isn't really her thing.... like at all

but she found herself playing it over and over and over again

she got one of the songs stuck in her head one day and was unconsciously humming it during class

van made fun of her for it when she realized what song it was and nat has never been more embarrassed in her life.

jackie realized she liked natalie (and therefore liked girls) late in her junior year of highschool, nat was giving her these mixtapes and she adored every last bit of them

she always wanted to talk to natalie, but never had the guts to truly try to be friends with her... of course they talked because of soccer, but not really outside of that...

(i headcanon jackie as a lesbian for context) She slowly realized she never truly liked jeff that way but was too scared to break up with him because she didn't think anyone would love her the way he did, she thought she could push through and everything would work out and it made her feel so guilty

she thought about nat often but didn't do anything about it,, the thought of dating her was nothing more than a dream to jackie.

jackie made the first move (completely accidentally) by asking nat after soccer one day if she wanted to go look at CD's and records and casettes with her, that she wanted to look at some more of the music nat put on the mixtapes for her (is this a readable sentence??? idk its 3am)

nat completely freaked out internally but obv said yes

jackie had no idea where to go so nat figured it all out

they spent an hour in the store just talking and laughing as if they were already best friends for years

and then they both went to a cafe afterwards (which was not in the original plan) because neither of them wanted to leave each other yet

I HAVE SO MANY MORE THOUGHTS BUT ITS 3AM AND I GOTTA GO TO BED

so this has to be cut short :((

I love you more!!! the lottie to my jackie <33 thank u for the ask this was so fun

[iiluvtaylorrussell]

𝒜𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎

𝓇𝒶𝒻ℯ 𝓍 𝓀ℴℴ𝓀 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

The night had started like any other—loud music, bright lights, and an energy that you could feel . You could hear the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional shout mixed with flirtatious teasing. She stood in the center of it all radiant and magnetic in a little black lace dress that hugged her curves perfectly . Rafe couldn’t help but watch her from the sidelines, his gaze intense, an a look of admiration on his face and something deeper swirling in his chest.

She was with her friends, chatting and giggling , but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d get her away from them and to turn her attention to him. The pull between them was undeniable she was beautiful and he was drawn to her in a way that left him a little breathless.

Rafe ( text 12:30 AM )

You look fucking incredible tonight.

She glanced at her phone, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she read his message. She quickly typed back

( 12:30 AM)

Thank you. I know

Rafe couldn’t help but grin at her confidence. She always had that effect on him, made him feel possessive. He hadn’t been around much that night, but he was beginning to feel the familiar feeling of jealousy. Not that he didn’t trust her—far from it. It was just that feeling of wanting to keep her all to himself. The night was hers to enjoy, but he knew the after-party was where the real fun would begin.

The music changed, the crowd shifting and starting to thin out as the night wore on. She excused herself from her group of girls her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Rafe, standing by the bar.

She walked toward him slowly, a playful smirk curling her lips. “So, are you gonna stare at me all night?”

Rafe’s smile was teasing, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were dark with a hint of desire. “Just making sure nobody else is getting any ideas.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips parting in a little laugh. “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?” She stopped in front of him, leaning in just enough that the heat between them apparent.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached out, grabbing her by the wrist and placing his hand on her waist pulling her closer. His lips found hers in a kiss that was needy . An unspoken agreement to leave the noise and the crowd behind. He needed her. Now.

“ Were leaving your mine for the rest of the night “

She looked up at him through her lashes her heart racing. His words possessive, confident, and dripping with need.

“Oh, so now you’re giving me orders ? What if I don’t feel like leaving, Rafe?”

Rafe grins leaning down to kiss her neck then whisper in her ear “ baby that wasn’t a question“

He didn’t waste anymore time . Rafe took her hand and led her through the crowd, his grip firm . As they stepped outside, the cool night air hit their faces, but it only fueling the need that had been building between them all night.

They didn’t even make it into the car before Rafe had her pressed against the door kissing her again, this time with more need the heat between them rising.

With that, they were in the car, heading to his place—no more words, just the feeling of anticipation between them.

As soon as they walked through the door, rafe helped her remove her heels than he placed his hands on her hands on her hips. “You know, you could’ve at least let me finish my drink before dragging me out” she said.

Rafe smirked, getting up to close the door behind him and leaning against it, his eyes slowly trailing down her frame. “Trust me, you look way too good to be in a room full of people who don’t deserve to see you.”

She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed at his words. “Still, you could’ve asked me instead of bossing me around.”

Rafe stepped closer, his voice dropping as his fingers brushed her waist. “Ask you? Princess , you’re mine. And if you think I’m letting anyone else have even a second of your attention tonight, you’re out of your mind.”

Her breath caught, but she didn’t wanna let him win so easily. “ still haven’t heard an apology ”

Rafe grinned, grabbing the back of her thighs picking her up pulling her closer and flush against him. “You’ll forgive me in about five seconds. Trust me.”

[deadhands69]

Okay who in mha do you think gives the best head? I love Bakugo and while I do think he’d be great I just know it’s Kirishima. But I’d love to hear your thoughts 🫶

Of the guys? (okay, this got a bit out of hand - great question!)

MDNI, obviously

I'm assuming most of them would have next to no experience into their twenties because hero work is demanding and they're pretty distracted. That said, in no particular order:

You're definitely onto something with Kirishima. He would care so much to get it right the first time. Like he’s probably googled it, watches instructional videos, and asks sooo many questions to make sure he does well. Specifically watches your response and asks you what you're into, even if he's had a little experience before you. His teeth scare me a bit, but he'd probably be careful.

Winner for great from the start.

Bakugo would probably be sloppy at first (and maybe use a lot of teeth? Canonically, he's very toothy, which doesn't not have it's place…) I don't see him being good at it instantly. He'd probably get a lot better really fast though, he's observant.

Winner if you're into teeth and are willing to give feedback.

Amajiki might be the winner overall, as long as you don't look at him. There's something meticulous and overly talented at everything about him as long as he's not too anxious. So maybe throw a blanket over him or something and he'll be great. I think I just love the idea of super quiet shy guy being amazing at giving head. Not to mention, his quirk is kind of cheating in that regard (....)

Winner for obvious reasons and he just seems like he'd try really hard (unless you like to watch)

Oooh but also Hawks. He seems really eager to please and probably has way more experience than any of them so he knows what he's doing. Also seems like the type to make a show out of it.

Winner if you like to watch and don't want to put work into it.

On the note of experience, Aizawa. He'd be way less showy about it and he'd probably tell you what to do the whole time/overstimulate you until you can't possibly take it any longer. If you're into that, he's great.

Winner if you're looking for someone more dominant.

Kaminari would be so excited. Like maybe not so good on technical skills at first and he'd probably take a few more times to learn but sheer volume of attempts, he'd be better at it in no time if you told him what to do. You could be doing anything and he'd be begging you to let him practice. This man would absolutely worship you. Which is super hot in it's own way.

Winner if you get off on feeling wanted.

Shigaraki would probably be really awkward the first time but he'd feel weird about that and do a ton of research and suddenly he'd be really good out of nowhere. He adapts quickly. He'd probably still shy away from using his hands too much so if you're into that, might take a while before he feels comfortable. 10/10 face to sit on though, just pull his hair and tell him what to do.

Winner for subby/face sitting/he'd do exactly what you say.

Shouto Todoroki obviously has some oral fixation considering that half of his personality seems to be built around food, but I think it would take him a long time to figure out what to do. Like, he'd want to and his quirk could be really fun but (plz don't kill me todoroki stans) he has some solid needs to be told where the clit is energy. He's probably be pretty lost then eventually become insanely good at it. Like calculated and know exactly what to do to be more efficient and get you there faster/more times.

Winner if you want to put a lot of work into it/want to have someone whose skills are built entirely around you.

Also, you cannnooooot tell me Dabi doesn't have his tongue pierced. So, winner for that.

Short answer, I guess it depends on what you're looking for and how long you're willing to wait to get there!

Thanks for the ask, this was fun!

[yanderecrazysie]

Wishes (Yandere Oikawa, Kuroo, and Bokuto)

Another Commission, yay! Thank you so much!

Title: Wishes

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader; Bokuto Kotarou x Reader; Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, demons, NSFW, consensual sex, chubby reader, somewhat goth reader, aged up characters as always

“You know those things don’t work,” your best friend said with a roll of her eyes.

“I know,” you replied. Still, you felt oddly drawn to the beaten-up ouija board box. You took off the lid and stared down at the board. It was in perfect condition and had a black planchette included.

Your friend had already moved on to look at the rest of the yard sale. You approached the lady sitting at the check-out table, which was just a fold-out table with a lockbox filled with money.

“How much is this?” you asked, holding up the box.

The woman’s eyes went wide for a moment before she said quickly, “You can have it. On the house.”

“Huh?” you didn’t expect that reaction, “Why is it free?”

“Look how beaten up it is!” she said shrilly, “No one else would want it.”

“But the board is in perfect-”

“Take it, please,” the lady interrupted with a tone of finality. You shrugged and thanked her.

Honestly, it just made you more interested in the board. Creepy things were totally your thing. Not that anyone would be surprised by that by looking at you: all-black clothing covering your chubby form, hair dyed black, and plenty of piercings…

You tucked the box under your arm and went over to your friend. She gave you an “are-you-serious” look. “You’re actually going to take that thing home?”

“It’ll be fun to mess with,” you shrugged, “Maybe I’ll summon a demon or two. You know, spice things up a bit.”

Your friend shook her head, “Just don’t let it eat your soul or whatever.”

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You opened the box and pulled out the ouija board and planchette, placing them on your kitchen table. You turned off all the lights and lit a few candles so you could still see the board. Setting your fingers on the smooth black planchette and taking a deep breath, you said, “Alright, let’s see if this works.”

“Is anyone here?” you asked loudly. Your heart beated violently in your chest.

Nothing happened. The room was completely silent. You were about to give up when the planchette suddenly moved. Slowly, it slid to YES.

You stopped breathing. “Who are you?” you asked.

The planchette moved under your fingers, deliberately spelling out: B O K U T O.

“Bokuto? Are you alone?”

NO.

Your heart beat faster, “Who is with you?”

The board responded fast this time. K U R O O and, after a few second, O I K A W A.

“What brought you here?”

The planchette was still for a few moments. Then, it spelled out Y O U.

Before you had time to process that answer, the candles flickered violently before blowing out completely. You swallowed in complete darkness.

The ouija board began to glow, then, with a loud CRACK the board split in half and the room filled with a swirling red mist.

You scrambled backwards and flicked the light switch on to see better. Three figures now stood in front of your table, smiling at you deviously.

The first man, his silver hair streaked with black and his golden eyes glowing with excitement, said, “Hey hey hey! You called and here I am!”

The second man had dark hair and a sharp grin, “Well, well, looks like someone has a thing for danger. Lucky us.”

The last man stepped forward, his charming smile not putting you at ease, “You must be the reason we were dragged here. And what a reason you are!”

You backed up until your back hit your couch, “Who are you?”

The first man pouted, “I’m Bokuto, remember?”

“Kuroo,” said the dark-haired man.

“And I’m Oikawa,” purred the last man.

“What do you want from me?” you asked.

“You summoned us,” Oikawa pointed out, “Surely you had a reason.”

Your breath hitched, “I-I didn’t think it would actually work,” you stammered.

Bokuto grinned wide, his sharp teeth glinting, “Doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not. We’re here now!”

Kuroo stepped closer, “Summoning us ties a little connection,” he said, “And we don’t take that lightly.”

“You must want something, cutie,” Oikawa crooned, “Companionship? Power? A little danger in your life.”

You stared at them for a moment. As someone who had been bullied mercilessly in school for your weight, power was definitely something you would like.

“Do I have to give up my soul?” you asked carefully.

“We’re incubi, so all you need to get what you want is to offer your body to one of us,” Oikawa explained.

“What if I want three wishes?” you asked.

“Then you would need to sleep with all of us,” Kuroo replied, looking intrigued, “That would be a first.”

“Fine,” your voice wavered, “I want people to respect and fear me. I want success in everything I do. And I want someone to love me for me, instead of expecting me to change.”

The demons exchanged amused glances. 

“Be careful what you wish for,” Oikawa crooned, “Are you entirely sure.”

“Absolutely,” you said, hope flaring in your chest. This may be the best decision you’ve ever made!

Oikawa reached forward and laid his hand on your clothing. In an instant, it disappeared, leaving you completely naked. The clothing on the demons disappeared as well. Your heart caught in your throat. This was a rather… ambitious decision. Could you really take all of them?

“You’re in for a treat, my dear,” Oikawa purred, lifting you into the air and placing you on the couch. His fingers pinched your nipples and Kuroo’s mouth found yours. You moaned into the kiss and Kuroo’s tongue slipped past your lips, making out with you as though he needed it more than air.

Bokuto, meanwhile, was making his way down your body. His warm breath on your cunt as he began kissing the insides of your thighs. Kuroo’s hands roamed over your ass. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Oikawa’s fingers finally released your nipples and he took Kuroo’s place, kissing you passionately. Kuroo’s fingers began probing at your back entrance, teasingly moving them in and out. 

Without warning, Bokuto’s tongue was on your clit, licking and sucking until you cried out in the best orgasm of your life.

The demons weren’t done with you yet. “You ready, my dear?” came Kuroo’s husky voice. You nodded, still trembling from your orgasm.

Kuroo’s cock slid into your ass at the same time as Bokuto’s slid into your cunt. You moaned loudly and Oikawa’s cock pushed its way into your throat. 

You never imagined taking three cocks at once but you were in heaven. Which was ironic, considering these men most certainly came from hell.

They began to thrust gently, all in unison as though they’d planned this from the start. And maybe they had.

You gagged a little on Oikawa’s length, drool dripping down your chin. You were struck dumb by all the impressively-sized dicks and, once one of them hit your g-spot, you were lost to a world of pleasure.

You came even harder than before, the vibrations from your moan and the squeezing of your walls causing Oikawa, Kuroo, and Bokuto to cum too. You swallowed every drop of Oikawa’s thick cum and licked your lips. The other two men pulled out and you could feel their cum dripping from your holes.

You laid back down on the couch, panting. The three demons stood above you, grinning down at you.

“My wishes,” you managed to ask, “When will they come true?”

The demons exchanged amused glances once more. “They already have.”

“Who is the guy that will fall in love with me, then?” you asked.

“There’s actually three. Take a wild guess who,” Oikawa snickered, kissing you gently on the neck.

Your blood ran cold, “But-”

“I told you to be careful what to wish for.

[diaspro-back-here]

Bahahah second tag in this game, I love it, thanks @bluedandylyon !

I have a bit to share from a just-posted fic, but let's go with the beginning of Ch2 for last week XD (it's about a time-travel fic with LS trapped in a loop to fix her bullshit lol)

She was… numb for a moment. The rush of new power was gone, the oppressive air of her surroundings had cleared, her ears filled with noise now perceived only a comfortable silence, and her face, which she was still covering, felt… smooth again. That was when she realized it. With a gasp, she finally looked up, only to find herself back in that fateful meeting. —Light Spinner? —What is going on?— she weakly asked. —Are you… alright? —No. This can’t be happening again!— she groaned, not intending it as an answer to him but rather just stating facts. Ignoring the murmur of the Council around them, Norwyn remained pensive for a moment, now a bit concerned. He gave everyone a stern look to keep them quiet and approached the woman. —If you’re not feeling well, Light Spinner, maybe we should call off the meeting and let you rest. —No amount of rest can fix or explain what’s happening to me!— she exclaimed, enraged.

Hmm... now, more people to tag...

@lyndexv maybe? 👀

Oh! Or @thestargayzingetherian !

Have fun!!

Thank you so much for @kierarhawke for tagging me in this!!

The rules are as follows: post the first line of your wip, the first line you worked on today, or any other “first line!”

For this I decided to post the first paragraph of a Locked Tomb WIP im working on with the lovely @d0c-help-us-all !!

The spit and crackle of the amp reverberated through Gideon, grounding her in place. She angled her Gibson so that the pickups were in the direct path of the sound, and the response was instant. A high beading building hum of discordant noise, a thrumming current of feedback which was hers alone to control. She flexed the neck of her guitar, bending the mahogany wood back while keeping one hand on the body to steady it. The feedback responded in kind, its pitch rising and falling in turn, layering upon itself to blanket the room in a wall of sound.

Tysm again for tagging me!! I'm going to tag @d0c-help-us-all , @eviebebeevie , @aprillikesthings , and @cynnamonfomx !! Absolutely no pressure at all to do it!!!

[2aceofspades]

Number five with Leo and Mikey Leo feeling guilty about triggering the events of the movie

5.) "I don't know if I can forgive."

I changed it a bit, but hopefully it's still alright 🫣

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Also, here's an extra cuz I misread the request at first gah-!

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Thank you for your submission! 🌟✨

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[itsonlypolite]

Why do most of your voice designs have all their faces obscured? Also, could you draw what their faces look like?

This is a fun question! The real answer is a mix between:

- when designing them I wanted the voices to have the same "do they have a beak? Is it just a flat face?" deal that The Long Quiet has

- I wanted to keep the designs halfway between "bird monster" and "humanoid" (this resulted in a lot of them landing in furry territory)

- I can't draw beak mouths so that option was out but I didn't want to draw humans

Likewise, the actual answer to "what would they look like without their masks?" is just, a flat face without a nose. Which is kinda boring even if that's simply how I treat their faces when drawing them! So instead, I interpreted your question as, what would they have looked like if I went the full human route?

Ta-daaaaa! Honestly as interesting as this challenge was, the result is too unnatural for me! Where are my boys?? Who are these guys!?!????

[shkika]

I'm literally buzzing with excitement for the Wind comic thing :> I've been coming up with my own theories of what it could hold, and even making a video based on those theories! Tho, it'll take some time to finish XD It's like...A big project. Love your works!

This ask made me so happy I blacked out and this appeared on my screen.

I have the comic planned and sketched out with placeholder dialogue between the rodent sisters I just need to finalize it when I can!

[mohntilyet]

i’m having illario dellamorte thoughts. what if instead of knowingly betraying lucanis he did it like, unknowingly. idk how this would work but i’m intrigued by what it gives us. illario ‘i accidentally caused my cousin’s death & can never tell anyone’ dellamorte. genuinely grieving. blaming himself. does he take advantage of the year before lucanis comes back?? does caterina still ignore him the whole time?? how different is the canon plotline once rook shows up with lucanis post-rescue…..

anyways i would love your thoughts!!

95% of what i do with illario operates on the idea that he is frighteningly competent so you can see why the way the crows plotline plays out in the game might frustrate me. it’s also this reason why i don’t actually think too much about “illario got lucanis killed, but didn’t mean to do it”, because i like the idea that everything illario does in his life is planned to the second and that he’s too well trained to mess up this badly, if that makes sense. with that being said. 5% of my brain power does sometimes go towards “and what if he just sucked actually” and it was a theory i enjoyed before the game even released. so i have in fact been thinking about this anyway LOL . maybe he tries to honeypot zara, accidentally actually reveals lucanis’ next assassination job, and zara gets rid of him as a ‘gift’. illario is horrified and that gets even worse when lucanis’ body shows up, and he assumes this must be because he spurned zara by leaving her and not having the guts to seize power.

i think we could make his inferiority complex worse. illario’s worst fear confirmed: he is as worthless as his grandmother believes he is, botching something so badly that he accidentally sentences his cousin to death when what he wanted was lucanis just… out of the way for a bit (maybe while he kills caterina. LOL. i still think his resentment of caterina trumps his jealousy for lucanis though those two things are very intertwined its hard for him to differentiate them). so incapable that he got the only person who actually supports him killed, and now he’s dreading the idea of becoming first talon. he doesn’t want first talon without lucanis backing him, and now the only person left is caterina which is suffocating and makes him even unhappier. at least he hadn’t lived through her alone, and now through consequences of his own decisions, illario has no choice but to.

i think that would affect his plans for talon because of how horribly he’d fucked up, and tries to mask it because if he suddenly actually doesn’t want to be talon that would be a red flag for everyone. lucanis coming back would delight him (talon is within his sights again if lucanis comes back!) and freak him out. i think the plotline would actually be pretty similar because of this freak out, so he still shows up to zara’s fight to cover his tracks. lucanis can never know, caterina can never know, because what little faith they have in him will be lost. like he committed fratricide and didn’t even MEAN to😭 ...corpse whispering still happens, and zara is like “ohhh that coward. he can never finish what he started, can he?” + “elaborate.” + “i gave him what he most wanted in the world and instead of being grateful, he ran away.” so lucanis finds out about what happened but feels a mix of “illario, you idiot” + pity because turns out he didn’t even mean for it to happen, and keeps his secret for now, otherwise he’d probably have to kill him.

i also think not meaning to kill lucanis would sour his feelings towards the venatori, who are a reminder of how badly he failed, so the alliance wouldn’t happen. this does mean if the story goes on as it does in canon, he has to take desperate measures another way and kidnap caterina for some other reason but i can’t think of why….. maybe a thing where illario is like “ok. lucanis is distracted by the elven gods. this time i just have to kill nonna for real and then nothing is in my way” and recruits disgraced houses or houses that don’t like caterina to do so? not sure tbh but i don’t believe caterina made it so far without making enemies lol. this would happen post bloodbath + corpse whispering— lucanis leaves his cousin unchecked because while he knows illario didn’t mean for him to die, he has no idea how far he would go to have caterina dead. teia could find out about this and send word to foil the kidnapping and assassination attempt

so ‘murder of crows’ is still about saving caterina, the illario-lucanis fight still happens, but it’s a little more hesitant and lots of “why won’t you just let me kill her? i’m doing this for the both of us”. he’s had to live with being the un-favorite, but never would have thought lucanis would actually pick caterina if it came down to it. with all of his missteps here, i think the final decision (and i think it should be like this in canon anyway) would be to imprison illario or kill him. imprisoning him is just a lot of “i can’t kill illario as much as he couldn’t kill me”, vs killing him as is expected from him as talon, and what he knew he would have to do after finding out about illario's failures. unlike canon, where illario is actually meaning to kill him and can be seen as a 'good crow' despite the sloppiness, here he's like. just bad at everything. the allied traitor houses that went against caterina would also have to be imprisoned or killed. no happy ending at all here, and lucanis still becomes first talon. now that i’ve written it out this is actually probably the worst ending LOL

the above sticks a lot to what is canon to the game (plot points, choices, etc) and i didn’t go very far away from it so it's like canon 3 inches to the left. tho my thoughts on this are not fleshed out* because i think illario works better as an antagonist character that sets things in motion !! not necessarily the villain in a cain-abel story, but a character who opposes lucanis while still not wanting to hurt him. that kind of discipline where he finds a way to get what he wants (first talon) without compromising what he also cares for (family) is so much more fun for me than a man who apparently just loses it and decides to enact a bad plan to get rid of his cousin. if he waited 20+ years to become talon i think he’d be more careful when it came down to it. if i had my way illario would be playing insane 5d chess to rival solas (insert black sails “i once thought that to lead, to be liked was just as good as feared. and that may very well be true. but to be both liked and feared all at once, is an entirely different state of being.”)

[mothwingwritings]

Hi hi~ hope you are doing great today xD

Sooo First of all I love how you write and I have been binge reading yujiro stepfather serie(?) And absolutely love it; but stepdad yujirou + Baki and jack the yandere/siscon stepbrothers could you imagine like:

*Katsumi became her eternal friend but feels like he can't be with y/n, so ends up as her loyal/platonic companion or ends up as a teacher and friend and go on with life because yujirou is hell of strong and Sadie to pummel him again

*yujirou marries s/o and impregnate her, but y/n gives love to the child because she doesn't want him/her to suffer like her brothers

*yujirou wanted to rill up his son's and knowing their dark yandere side put the scenario on so the two end up taking her as well

*Baki and jack won't left her until she at least have s baby of each because hanma bloodline and a sense of twisted family

*and what would happen if pickle also gets interested? How would he reacts with y/n pregnant or with kids and with the scent of the hanma's? Would he tried to kill the kids like the lion in a new pride? Or just add them to the family and put his seed too? And the hanma's what would they do?

*oh and what happened with the ash tray

Sorry for the long feel free to ignore

I love your brain, darling~

Warnings: Stepcest, breeding kink, mentions of child rearing/being a mother, mentions of noncom, 18+ only please.

If the two Hanma brothers didn’t have any kind of breeding kink before, seeing their sweet little sister heavy with child is about to change that REAL quick.

Don’t get them wrong, it makes their blood boil to witness you carrying some other man’s child, let alone Yujiro’s spawn. Seeing you grow each day, swelling with the ogre’s unborn infant, is enough to make them go damn near feral. The whole situation unleashes a torrent of emotions -rage, disgust, pity, vexation, and sympathy, all swirling together within the two of them, vying for dominance. They don’t know whether they wanted to give this kid the world (it was your child after all, and it wasn’t that they weren’t sympathetic to its situation, they probably knew the tribulations and hardships that baby was to face more so than anyone else) or completely disregard it (they just couldn’t shake where it came from, what brutality was committed against you to conceive it).

On one hand, how dare Yujiro force himself inside of you, planting a seed that will bind you to him irrevocably? It was maddening knowing you were trapped by Yujiro’s side, saddled down caring for his offspring. The ogre had you right where he wanted you now, stuck between a rock and a hard place, trapped just beyond the brothers reach.

But on the other hand, two can play at that game.

It was easy enough to convince you to come to them. You loved Baki and Jack. You respected them and you trusted them, you had no reason not to come to them willingly.  You were always so eager to see them, so grateful for their companionship. The day they entrapped you, you approached the brothers with arms spread, heart bared, and eyes sparkling as you walked blindly into their trap.

The last thing they wanted was to hurt you, that was never their intention. But you just looked so beautiful when you were pregnant, full and round and glowing, like an angel had landed on earth. They were craving seeing you that way again, adamant that they would be the ones who would fill you with their seed, and you would be the one who would help them create a new life.

And you were such a good mother, doting on your baby with love and affection despite the circumstances of how they were conceived. Didn’t Jack and Baki deserve that too? Why did their monster of a father get the only honor? They certainly treated you better than he did, loved you far more than he ever could or would. And they would never treat their children the way the ogre had treated them growing up, disregarded, abused, or as petty amusements their whole lives. Yujiro was such a terror that the brothers tried to keep themselves from growing overly attached to the baby he had created with you, not only due to the mixed emotions they felt about the situation, but because they knew the likelihood of having an infant survive growing up around the Ogre was optimistic at best.

However Baki and Jack were not their father. Maybe they had to resort to underhanded methods to get to you, sinking down to Yujiro’s level to get you pregnant with their children, but the difference between themselves and that monster would always be the overwhelming affection they held for you. Even if you had trouble understanding what was going on, or couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that everything they did for you was for your own benefit and safety, they knew that the lives they were forging for you was what would ultimately make you the happiest and bring you the most joy, you just needed time to get used to it first to realize that. Seeing you waddle around fat with their baby’s is both brothers ultimate dream, and they will destroy anyone who tries to steal that from them, whether that be their father or otherwise. And unlike their father, any life they bring into this world with you will be cherished-the baby will essentially be half you, after all, how could they not adore it?

They know you will cry and feel betrayed and possibly even get a bit hurt should you try to deny them. But no matter what happens, they know you will forgive them because when it comes down to it, you love them just as much as they love you. They are ready and willing to give you all the time in the world to adjust, you are worth any amount of effort to keep happy.

(Also poor Katsumi, but I am glad he gets to be a homie at least lol. The eternal suffering that poor man receives through our prose…)

Now for our caveman situation…

Pickle knows there is something different about you, something that draws a family as strong as the Hanma’s to you. There’s a reason why they are all vying for your attention, eager to procreate with you, and your beguiling presence is not lost on him either. Should his interest become strong enough he’ll definitely snatch you away to create a brood of his own with you. He would become EXTREMELY overprotective of you while you were pregnant, monitoring you like a hawk to make sure you are comfortable and that there are no predators a foot to cause you any harm. When you are full of his children, he treats you more gently than you thought a beast like him possibly could. Were this a situation you were actually compliant in, you would almost call it charming how gently he handles you, or how quietly he tries to lumber his large body around you so as not to disturb you.

As for the other children you had previously… I feel like that is very dependent on the situation. He would not outright kill them by any means. Right now they are small, helpless, they don’t pose a threat to him and you care for them, he has no reason to take them from you nor does he really want to. Also, they have Hanma blood running through their veins and that intrigues him. What manner of person will they grow up to be, he wonders? The thought of watching such people grow, even have a hand in raising them or training them, was too interesting of a prospect to throw out the door.

THAT BEING SAID, his children with you will always take precedence over them. Should you find yourselves in a situation that requires him to choose who he needs to protect, you will always come first, followed by the children he sired with you, anyone else is nonconsequential. Though he has no true ill will towards the children, he certainly doesn’t harbor the love for them that he does his own offspring. He cares for the Hanma kids well enough, but base interest is about as far as it goes. If they starve, get hurt, or have to get sacrificed, so be it.

And Yujiro def still has that ashtray. For WHATEVER reason, even though it’s a shitty little trinket that was crudely made by the hands of your child self, he can’t seem to part from it. He even travels with it and uses it regularly. Weird, huh? I wonder why…