#and then when he comes to after you've tied him up he's completely feral and trying to bite you and saying absolutely reprehensible things

[warlordfelwinter]

i love that gale tries to change the subject the morning after you try to kill him and you can just change it right back

gale: is there some lighter subject you wished to discuss?

rain: no. i tried to kill you. i'd like to discuss that actually.

[thelordofgifs]

Caught up with tfs a few days ago… Just wanted to say that I absolutely love it, especially how you've depicted certain dynamics (Maedhros and Maglor. They're such complex characters and it's thrilling to see them interact) Can't wait for part 20!

Also, if you don't mind, there's a couple questions for you:

I remember a note of yours saying you were thinking about killing Maglor in the very first chapter of the fic… Do you have any idea of what turn things would have taken if you had done that?

(I hope this isn't too technical) What's your approach in writing? Do you start off with certain scenes already in mind or do you just ask yourself what would the characters do in certain situations?

P.S. Maglor, could you please focus on STAYING ALIVE for once?

This is such a lovely ask, thank you! I sat on it until after I’d got part 20 out so that I could answer it without worrying about spoilers (re Maglor in particular), but it’s been brightening my ask box since you sent it in! I’m so glad you enjoy tfs, and the Maedhros and Maglor dynamic in particular – I love the two of them to PIECES and I want everyone reading to end up as feral about them as I am.

So: killing Maglor! I very much did not want to do that, as this entire second arc has shown pretty conclusively. To be honest I think the fic would have been almost unrecognisable if Maglor had died. He’s one of the two main characters (there are lots of major characters, but Maglor is a main character), he’s appeared in literally every single part, and his arc is one that ties strongly with several of the fic’s important themes. On a practical level, if Carcharoth had killed Maglor, there would have been no particular incentive to bring Maedhros to Menegroth, and so Beren, Lúthien and Thingol would have had a lot less divergence from their canon paths. And the way I see Maedhros is that grief tends to make him completely shut down, so we wouldn’t even have had a feral chaos agent to cause trouble. Although perhaps Curufin, backed up by Celegorm, would have taken the opportunity to pull off a coup in Himring even sooner. But also I wouldn’t have got to write Maglor meeting Lúthien so this would not be as much fun :(

My approach in writing! Kind of a mixture of the two, really. Writing canon-divergence AU actually requires you to be in almost constant conversation with canon, I think. Especially in the first few parts of tfs I spent a lot of time asking myself, Okay, so how would [insert character] react to this situation, based on what they do in canon? As I got more into the swing of the story, and more settled in my characterisations, I defaulted a bit to my more usual process, which is very much “have cool scenes in head and figure out how to get there”. The stabbing (my beloved!!) is a good example of this. I’d set things up in parts 11 and 12 so that Maedhros was obviously in an Extremely Bad Headspace and would not react at all well to Fingon and Maglor’s return. He could try to kill Maglor, actually, I mused to myself. And as I thought through the scene I decided that I liked the image a lot and would now have to quickly contrive a reason for Fingon to not be there so that it could happen. But for the most part I do try to let characterisation inform the plot – less putting little guys into situations than trying to work out which situations the little guys would get themselves into, which I think tends to produce a more plausible plot than the “the image in my head is cool” method. And of course I love writing dialogue and many of the best scenes in the fic are conversational ones: for those I usually have an idea of what plot significance the conversation needs to have, and what sort of dynamic between the characters I’m trying to illuminate, but often when they get talking I lose control of them a little and have to wrestle them back into line! Which is both fun and frustrating. Sometimes characters come up with really cool lines completely out of nowhere (I am VERY pleased with “The iniquity is not written on your bones” like where did that come from), but sometimes they’ve been in my head for ages and I am absolutely dying to work them into a conversation (“Ask me to stay and I’ll stay” !!). So a mixture, again.

Thank you so much for the lovely ask!! ❤️

[dameronscopilot]

It’s not Saturday in my time zone but I’m ✨ pretending ✨

Would you be willing to do some Cassian forbidden relationship head canons? I want to see him yearn.

I really enjoy your writing and Cassian is under appreciated 😭

Honestly, I'm here for any and all Sleepover Saturday inquiries, thots, and comments any day of week. Keep 'em coming<3 (& as a side note for headcanon requests, i have Jealous Cassian + Husband Poe Dameron in the works as well!) Anyway, hoo boy, the SOUND that came out of my mouth when I read this 😂. I'm so glad you asked, because my brain immediately went into overdrive. And thank you for enjoying my work!

I'm clearly incapable of not going overboard with these things! But hey, here we go:

Cassian Andor - Forbidden Relationship

Cassian Andor x Imperial Officer!reader

When you enlisted in the Imperial Military, the decision was made solely out of your innate need to survive. Your family’s extensive ties to the Galactic Empire made it virtually impossible for you to escape a life raised under their fascist ideals. 

As the years went on, you worked your way up to the rank of a captain, and you lost far too much of yourself along the way. You became complacent to the horrors of the Empire. 

Everything changes the day that a roguishly handsome new lieutenant is assigned to your unit. 

It’s purely by chance that you catch the lieutenant when he’s covertly attempting to send a transmission to the Rebel Alliance one evening. Prior to that, he’d given you no reason to be suspicious of him. You were certainly intrigued by him, but you’d had no doubts about his supposed loyalty to the Empire’s cause. 

He’s like a feral, cornered animal when you catch him, and you’re half certain that he’s on the verge of singlehandedly blasting his way off of the Star Destroyer. While your instinct is to immediately apprehend him for his crimes against the Empire, a small voice in your head—one that’s been left forgotten for many, many years—halts your hand’s path to the blaster holstered at your hip. You suddenly feel more awake than you have in a very long time. Your help could be crucial to the Alliance’s cause. You could help destroy this wretched place from within. 

He’s suspicious of your intentions at first, which is to be expected. But when you eventually funnel the spy enough valuable information pilfered from the Empire to convince him otherwise, he finally offers you his name—Cassian Andor.

Somewhere along the way, Cassian begins to worry about your safety as the two of you secretly work side-by-side—captain and lieutenant by day, purveyors of Imperial secrets by night. 

Cassian Andor doesn’t form attachments. He really fucking doesn’t. He can’t. It’s too dangerous. But thoughts of the embers of hope his words awaken in your eyes and the gentle curve of your lips keep him awake at night in the confines of his sterile, modest quarters on the ship.

He tries so fucking hard to ignore the heat that licks through his veins whenever you meet his gaze (and his complete and total inability to break eye contact with you first).

Cassian Andor has never been a weak man, not once in his entire life. That is, until he met you.

He knows that the complicated, all-consuming feelings that he's developed for you in the months that you've been working together are more dangerous than any suicide mission he's ever gone on as a Rebel spy. And yet despite all of his training and every single fiber of his being screaming for him to fucking focus on the mission, he can't. He doesn't.

After carefully making his way through the ship unseen, he arrives at your quarters one night with the intention of discussing the logistics of his upcoming escape. The thought of leaving you behind has left him pathetically retching over the fresher more than once, but it must be done. Both of you know it.

All of Cassian's carefully laid plans and practiced words of avoidance blow up in his goddamn face when the door to your quarters slides open, and you stand there tiredly rubbing at your eyes. He's never seen you without the cap that's an integral part of your uniform, and his heart traitorously stutters in his chest at the odd intimacy of it all. He's not sure if he wants to laugh or cry that the sight of your hair has nearly sent him to his knees.

Cassian tosses everything to the damn wind and, against his better judgement, asks you to come with him.

Perhaps it's the undeniable fear of the unknown written all over your face mixed with the brief spark of hope that flares in your eyes, warring with your uncertainty. Or maybe it's the way your gaze flicks to his lips for the briefest of moments after he asks. Whatever it is, something compels him to slowly crowd you against the wall.

"We shouldn't do this," you remark, your voice wavering. And he chuckles darkly at the irony of it all. That for all that he's left his heart tucked away and forgotten for years on end in the midst of this endless battle against tyrants, he’s suddenly no longer able to ignore how fucking loudly and desperately it now beats in your presence.

"We shouldn't," he agrees, his voice a hoarse whisper as he cups your face and leans in, brushing his lips against yours.

You really shouldn't. But as he deepens the kiss, as you run your hands through his hair, as his hands grip your waist, as your fingers fumble with the buttons on his uniform, as he slowly backs you up across the room until your knees hit the edge of your mattress—Cassian can't bring himself to care.

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More Cassian:

Jealous Cassian Andor

Jealous Cassian Andor (NSFW) 🌶️

[kkusuka]

HQ kinks-ace edition<333

  ok so i was moving things from my old account and found this! so here it is :)

mostly gender neutral, mentions of female anatomy 

here is the middle blocker version <3

here is the setter version <3

included: Aran, Asahi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Terushima, and Ushijima 

content warning: Toys, bondage, overstimulation, size kink, impact play, slight sensory deprivation, cuckolding, dom/sub, primal/play, brat taming, oral, bereding and choking, pls let me know if i missed something! 

Aran Ojiro

Daddy Kink

Depending on his mood this man will make you call him daddy in public, (and i would)

Makes you try to say it five times fast while rearranging your guts 

Arguments? You call him Aran? Nope. will top and correct you in the middle of fighting, which just makes you horny and then your fucking and yelling daddy over and over until you can’t think

Pet names

It goes with the daddy kink ok???

Every endearment in the book

princess/prince, bunny, love, baby girl/boy, sweetheart, pretty girl/boy, and the crowd favorite Good girl/boy

t̶h̶i̶s̶ m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ m̶e̶ f̶e̶r̶a̶l̶

This man will be reaming your guts and calling you the prettiest thing on the planet <3 

Pastels (specifically toys)

Does he have a pastel yellow plug for you? Yes. Does he make you wear it in public with his cum in you? Absolutely. It's what a good daddy does.

Light blue thigh highs drive him absolutely wild, and you can't change my mind

Vibrators? Green.  His favorite punishment, putting it in you and just leaving.

Coming back to you having orgasm after orgasm on the poor thing :(

Should've just listened to Daddy when you had the chance

Asahi Azumane 

Messes

Here me out! 

Nothing turn him on more than seeing you drooling over his cock.

Slobbering on him is the quickest way to him shooting a load down your throat. 

Doesn't even begin to explain the feeling he gets when he’s in you- 

Just can't handle the gluck gluck 3000

Praise/Compliments

Oh man, hate to say it but he’s a bottom 

Literally anything makes this man bust. 

“God, you have such a nice cock” nut

“Oh, that face! Azumane you look so pretty when your getting fucked” nutted

“ All that hair. Makes me want to pull it” hard-on at dinner

Pls ride this man into next year <3

Light bondage.

This is self indulgent 

Having you ride a dildo when he’s tied to a chair- drives him wild 

Strap a vibrator to the tip of his dick and he’s putty in your hands

(thins kinda feeds into mutual masterbation) 

Bokuto Koutaro 

Overstimulation (both parties)

He just goes so much for so long

Praying for the pussy 

Literally 7 rounds in and just can't stop his hips from moving-

Ends with both of you in tears and begging for more(and receiving) 

Also has random spurts of energy in the middle of sex and just fucking goes for it. 

Cuckolding

Only with Akaashi- and Hinata ONCE 

I mean his best friend AND his significant other! Best of both worlds

You’re practically a threesome at this point 

Also, when he fucks you he can’t fully focus on your moans or faces :(

So when Akaashi comes over he can look at you <3

Pls he’s so precious

Quickies

Remember the random spurts of energy?

Yeah that.

You bet he drags you in a closet before Jackals game. To get the nerves out!

The only thing that helps is feeling you clench around him<3

Plus! Knowing you’re full of his cum during the game helps him do better!

Iwaizumi Hajime 

Dom/sub- life style 

Bby he even has rules. That you will follow.

Every rule comes with its own punishment… and they just get harsher and harsher.

You listen to him- i mean you LISTEN to him

He tells you to bend over, you bend. He wants you on your knees when he gets home? You're waiting on your knees no question.  

Buuuut that doesn't mean you aren't a brat. 

Brat taming/ Sir Kink

This is the brat thing in action. 

Of course he won’t stop you from being a brat, he waits until you've dug a hole. 

He has your collar and a paddle ready for you.

15 smack….. All in a row a “Thank you Sir!” Falling from your lips after every hit

Pls-this is it 

Primal/prey

He likes getting his prize 

Overpowering you and having you so small under him makes him feral.

You just look so pretty whimpering and begging for more!

Scratches 

You bet your ass he shows off how good he is

Having a friend like Oikawa does that

Even if its at a work party at a pool

Does he have scratches all over his shoulders. Yes. will that stop him?

Absolutely not. Prepare for the teasing of your life. 

Sakusa Kiyoomi (i can talk about him for days)

Intense BDSM (slight sensory deprivation) 

This man is kinky and no one can change that-

I'm talking full on harnesses and literal ropes making you completely immobile.

When it's just you two at home he carries a riding crop and just waits for the slightest mess up

 He wears leather gloves when he spanks you while raining the grossest insults at you

He also has you suck him off while blindfolded and tied up, can't use your hands, just your pitiful mouth :)

Spit 

Not just on you either.

He will spit in your mouth and tell you not to swallow

God forbid you did the harshest punishment you can think of just came your way

Will have you at his feet just letting spit drop into your mouth. 

Dumbification

You just look so pretty

All dumb from his cock

Can't even form a sentence 

Poor baby probably can't even think past his cock hitting your sweet spot 

Will purposely make you orgasm so much you see stars 

Terushima Yuji

Oral 

He has the tongue piercing for a reason

I mean come on

This man will spend hours between your thighs just going to town

Orgasm after orgasm

Hands grabbing at his hair begging him to continue 

So he complies :)

Public Sex

Anywhere 

Anytime

THIS MAN IS UNSTABLE

He’ll pull you into a bathroom and have a hand in your underwear so quick-

Random dark alley? He’s already inside you

Barebacking 

RAW RAW RAW

Just something so primal about seeing his cum drip out of you

This and the public thing creates so many delicious problems for you

Plus Condoms are such a mood killer :///

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

Breeding 

He's a traditional farm boy

It's the ultimate way to have people know that you're completely his. 

Even if you can't get pregnant- 

Proof that you belong only to him for the rest of time

Wait-thats hot

Size kink

Big man, big dick

i don’t make the rules

You look so small and he looks so big

Struggling to get him in you is such a turn-on he almost always just tries to thrust in. 

Also love just getting all of your slick/precum on his dick

Choking

Biiiiig hands

Read that it give you pleasure too

Have you seen his hands?

Because yes, he has them wrapped around your neck and putting pressure on the sides like a good big man. 

  oh? you’re still here? thank you!

[jellyluchi]

Oh, this wouldn't leave my mind- Prosciutto strapping you to a fuckmachine as punishment for being a needy brat. He ties you up so you can't move as much and lets the machine fuck you to overstimulation, that all you could do is come and moan his name over and over again-

OH YES I saw this in the middle of the night and had to will myself not to answer so I could take my time

[NSFW]

CW: fuck machines, overstimulation, use of title (signore), voyeurism, masturbation, dubcon, marking with cum

Prosciutto is the man that hides his nasty voyeuristic tendencies under the guise of a perfect gentleman. When you first meet him, he's sharp and poised but over time his feral persona starts to come out. So of course he's excited when you want to try more rough fucking sessions. But he lets you know that any disobedience to his rules will not be tolerated and you will be punished heftily. You decide to try him. Really, how much worse could it be? Oh you were so wrong. You came without his permission, spoke back when he was disciplining you and here you are now. Begging for his cock like your life depends on it. You have the nerve to ask him to fuck you after that?

He ignores your crying pleas as he straps you to the machine. Legs tied up so he has the perfect view of your aching, wet, and needy hole which should be filled by him bit not tonight. He'd teased you with a couple of vibrators before this, getting you worked up for his cock only for him to tip the fuck machine right to your hole, barely penetrating you, reminded you of how absolutely empty you are without him.

"Please, Signore, I promise-" you almost drool trying to beg for him to be lenient with his punishment.

"Come now, tesoro, don't be so distraught," he says, tilting your head up with a gloved hand. You can see him still perfectly suited while you lay bare for him to watch. "After all, you brought this onto yourself," he gives one final chuckle before rubbing your lips with his thumb. He moves away as you whine from the lack of attention. He loves the sound so much and it's only going to get louder as he starts the machine, slowly at first, giving you a tase of its power. It's like he's directing the symphony of your pleasure right out of you. You're barely balanced, hands tied behind your back you can only throw your head in pleasure of what's happening to you.

He takes a seat, as if completely untouched of any lust despite the beautiful show you've put on for him. You don't even think of using the title anymore. Screaming his name as he amps up the speed, tears prickling your eyes from the overstimulation. It keeps hitting the same spot so deep inside you simply can't keep up. It milks you of orgasm after orgasm, turning your brain to mush, tiring your muscles, making you clench and unclench around the dildo attached to the machine. All you can do is imagine it's Prosciutto fucking you into oblivion.

In the midst of your pleasure you don't notice Prosciutto palming himself. He would never admit it but he waited for this, wishing he could fuck you as fast as a machine but it's impossible as a human. So he can only live through the feeling from watching you being destroyed from the deeply brutal thrusts, imagining its him and you make it so much easier to do that. Calling for him, beaconing him to take his dick out and imagine only he can make you feel this good. But its not over just yet. Not until he goes over to cum on your hole while the machine is still fucking you, pushing his seed into you so it mixes with your juices and thoroughly marks you as his.

[hot-wiings]

I'm A Sucker For Prohero Deku, But Yandere Prohero Deku Makes Me Feral.

The One Where It's Just General Yandere Head Canons.

Edited: 6-25-2021

🐢 Izuku is a soft and manipulative yandere.

🐢 Like Hawks, Izuku prefers to take the more domestic and easy route into obtaining his darling.

🐢 The smarter and thought-out route.

🐢 Being All Might's daughter, both you and Deku knowing your dad's secret brought you close.

🐢 Best friends.

🐢 Izuku always had a crush on you in UA, but he never really tried anything.

🐢 That doesn't mean he didn't scare away any guys from approaching you.

🐢 And that doesn't mean he didn't become friends with any of your friends to keep an eye on any potential threats.

🐢 It was really hard not making a move on you when you came to him crying and seeking out comfort whenever you worried about Toshinori's health.

🐢 Izuku had too much respect for his mentor than to betray his trust like that.

🐢 Until he died that was.

🐢 Truthfully, All Might would have wanted Deku with you, he, after all, did not know about his prodigies unhealthy crush on you.

🐢 Until his untimely death, before he had a chance to warn you about it or get Deku the help he needed.

🐢 It was a tragic accident really. Both to the media, who knew a lie, and Izuku who knew the truth behind your father's death.

🐢 Izuku just wasn't content being your friend anymore, he was a man with both sexual needs and physical ones. He wanted to be with you, and he wanted to be the only one you needed.

🐢 His poor old mentor was going to take you away from him and lock him up in a mental institution, he couldn't let that happen.

🐢 So yes, it was a tragic accident really, when 'a villain your dad put in jail a decade ago, escaped' and wanted revenge against the now quirkless old man.

🐢 Of course, it was Deku who both helped plan your father's funeral and held your hand the entire time, letting you sob into his shoulder and look to him for help whenever someone gave you their condolences.

🐢 Even after the funeral, Izuku was your comforting shoulder to cry on.

🐢 Izuku even took it one step further and got you convinced you weren't safe from the same people who 'killed' your dad.

🐢 Heck, he even arranges for the 'same people' to attack you, with the twist of him saving you from them.

🐢 Izuku was more than happy to offer up his apartment to you for the time being of your grief and feeling of unsafety.

🐢 Who was going to attack you in the number one hero's home?

🐢 No one. He wouldn't let anyone harm his little darling.

🐢 You were completely dependant on Deku, and he lived for it.

🐢 Need something from the grocery store? He's happy to oblige you.

🐢 Izuku even convinced you that some of your friends had ties to criminal activity.

🐢 Like a lost little puppy trying to please its master, you ditched your friends at his request.

🐢 Izuku was your hero, the number one hero, he wouldn't dare lie to you? Right.

🐢 Now that you're living with Izuku and have got no friends he's all you have.

🐢 You've become absolutely and irrevocably dependant on him, he's all you have and need.

🐢 You've settled yourself into a nice routine, you make breakfast before he leaves for work, you wait around for him to come home, maybe do a few things around the house like chores, make dinner timed perfectly for when he'll be home.

🐢 He's the only interaction with humans you get anymore, and you don't dare leave the house out of fear.

🐢 Once Izuku started making romantic moves on you, you accept them without hesitation.

🐢 He's your hero, and he's who you thought your dad would've wanted you with. He's kept you safe in your time of grief, now that your better it just feels right.

🐢 Now that your together Izuku has you wrapped around his finger.

🐢 You won't dare leave the house unless he's with you, after all, who else will protect you?

🐢 You spend every moment together, between meals and work, Izuku always has you doing something with him.

🐢 Between playing a game or watching a movie, he's either got you sitting or laying your head in his lap.

🐢 He never has to punish you either, not that he's sure he'd ever have the guts too.

🐢 He never has to worry about you leaving him.

🐢 He never has to worrry about you cheating on him either.

🐢 You're stuck in that apartment, waiting for him to come home. Texting him when you get lonely, and clinging to him once he's through the door.

🐢 You greet Izuku was a kiss whenever he comes home from work, immediately followed by inquires about his day.

🐢 You dote over him like a darling little housewife.

🐢 He doesn't have to worry about forcing his affection on you, and your happy to initiate the more, sensual kind of affection he's looking for.

🐢 After a rough day of work, you're there at the door ready to get rid of his stress in whatever way pleases him.

🐢 While when you marry and have kids, he might have to worry about the media asking about your lack of presence, he's sure he can come up with something.

🐢 It's not abnormal for a hero to pick a meek little housewife, and no one is going to dig that deep into your relationship.

🐢 All you have to do is be his pretty little darling housewife, doting on him in every way possible without having to stress about anything.

🐢 Give him affection, kisses, and love, he'll spoil and give you a child.

🐢 What better than a mini-Izuku who will snitch about everything.

🐢 While Izuku thinks your wrapped around his finger, he can never be to safe.

🐢 Together you can create the perfect life.

🐢 All his darling trophy wife needs to worry about is smiling for the cameras and letting Deku breed you up with his children.

🐢 That's all he wants, to breed his pretty darling up to fulfill his fantasy of having a family with you.

[anbu-legacy]

In canon Kakashi is too unstable and morally sound for anbu. He cannot live with what is being asked of him in anbu even though he completes his missions with extreme diligence. When he is kicked out it is for his own good. legacy Kakashi has absolutely 0 problems killing even innocent civilian children and babies. I can think of few things worse than that and yet he does it almost blithely and sleeps like a rock after. I'm curious to know if you went with this diverging take as a logical consequence of the things Kakashi would be okay doing had he been doing them for Minato and not hiruzen? Or was it something else which made you deviate from his canon characterisation in this regard? (Hope i'm not overstepping by asking I'm really fascinated with the legacy universe and love the world you've built so I'm curious about the process of it all)

The simplest answer to this is that the section of canon you're talking about came out after Fallen Leaves and ANBU Legacy began.

The less simple answer is... oi, canon.

So, in canon, Kakashi's journey is thus:

Rin is kidnapped by Kirigakure at the end of the Third War, who implants the Three-Tails into her (how??) as part of a Cunning Plan to have it unleashed on Konoha when she inevitably loses control. Kakashi 'rescues' her. Rin begs Kakashi to kill her, because that is clearly the only solution to this issue, it's not like there are MULTIPLE SEAL-MASTERS at home who could unimplant the Three Tails, death is the only option. Kakashi refuses. Convenient Kiri-nin attack. Rin commits suicide-via-Raikiri by jumping in front of Kakashi. Kakashi gains the Mangekyo and we fridge yet another female character, hooray.

Kakashi becomes depressed. (In the anime, people start calling him Friend-Killer Kakashi. Wow, Konoha.)

Minato decides the fix for this is to toss Kakashi into ANBU. Because what 14-year-old wouldn't be cured of survivor's guilt by committing more murder? It's the perfect plan!

The plan does not work. Kakashi does splendidly in ANBU, becoming a captain and taking command of Team Ro, but -- and I'm quoting from Naruto wiki here -- 'his successes were owed to his cold behavior and his ruthlessness in combat, signs that he was still upset by Rin's death'.

(A little aside here: Kakashi is effectively becoming god's perfect killing machine, the blade of Konoha, the tiny angel of death; everything you want in, you know, your elite special forces, and I'm still trying to figure out what Minato's actual goal was here. Did he tell Kakashi that the point of ANBU was to make Kakashi get over Obito and Rin, or did he just say something like 'Konoha needs your services', and has been moving the secret goal posts ever since? Because it's very hard for someone to participate in their active recovery if they don't actually know they're in therapy.)

Anyway. ANBU isn't working to make Kakashi get over his death wish, so Minato decides, hey, why don't you look after my pregnant wife instead? Except that he assigns it as a mission, so Kakashi treats it like a mission, which means he stalks Kushina from the shadows like a feral cat for several months.

Which brings us to the Nine-Tails. So, Minato dies. Kushina dies (failed your mission AGAIN, Kakashi!). The Third apparently imprisons most of Kakashi's generation in a bubble of protection to stop them from helping, for which there isn't enough "what???" in the world, so we're gonna skip right on past that.

Next is a whole series of events where Danzou tries to corrupt Kakashi, Tenzou is introduced, we find out about Root, Orochimaru does his various war crime experiments and escapes, Root is destroyed (or is it??), Tenzou joins ANBU, we meet Itachi, Itachi massacres the Uchiha, and so on. This all takes place over several years. After the Uchiha massacre, the Third feels like "individuals with kind hearts" don't belong in ANBU, so he pulls Kakashi out, and instead charges him with teaching teenagers how to commit murder.

And that's canon.

So, Legacy. Here are the key differences:

Rin doesn't die

Minato doesn't die

Kakashi's mother doesn't die

The Third does die

Kakashi doesn't join ANBU until he's eighteen

The Uchiha massacre hasn't occurred

Instead of getting knocked from pillar to post and punted into ANBU, Kakashi spends the ages of 14 - 18 on (mostly solo) Jounin missions, building up his skillset. He has support from Minato and Rin, an entirely new, anchoring, and happy relationship with Naruto, and more time to grow into himself. His ties to Konoha are much, much stronger. In Legacy, Danzou would have no chance of tempting Kakashi (and knows it).

When Kakashi joins ANBU, it's a choice. He goes into it knowing exactly what's going to be asked of him, and if he wasn't sure before, Minato removes all doubt:

“The Special Assassination and Tactical Squad is neither Konoha’s oldest division nor its noblest,” Minato said, with a conversational air, and Kakashi realized this wasn’t a prepared speech. This was just Minato laying out the facts like he always did, grounding the extraordinary in regular context. “Even inside the village, ANBU are feared more than they’re respected. Citizens of our own village still call them baby-killers. Some ANBU have earned that title, under my command. You may.” He paused. “I have given those orders personally. Every order the ANBU receive comes through me. Sometimes the command is to protect the village, or to conduct a high-risk mission into enemy territory, or to assassinate an exceptionally strong ninja. Sometimes it’s to sustain the village’s lifeblood—to accept a mission so foul I can’t offer it to the regular forces, to work for a client whose motives and methods are reprehensible but whose coin will feed and protect our children. You’ve accepted that first kind of mission, and excelled. Can you accept the second?”

“Yes,” said Kakashi, without hesitation.

(From Take the Mask)

The oath Kakashi swore was this:

I am Hatake Kakashi, ANBU. I have no face but this face.

I have no heart, but the heart of Konohagakure.

I have no will, but the will of my Hokage.

Which is a little worryingly vague, when you think about it.

Kakashi knows he will be asked to kill. He knows he may be asked to commit much worse actions for Konoha. As much as he can, he's made his peace with that. There are orders he would struggle with, but ultimately his moral compass points to home.

He's a shinobi first. Personhood comes second.

-- DK

[amatchinwater]

Next square filled!!

X's are completed, O's are WIPs, feel free to request a square if you'd like

Warnings: Major character deaths, blood and violence

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steter (pre-slash)

Words: 1018

Square Filled: "You said you would let them go."

Ao3 link

Waking Stiles up has never been an easy thing to accomplish. For himself or his father. "Stiles!" The man yells, but he refuses to open his eyes. 

Just five more minutes. 

"Stiles!" Scott calls. Seriously? His dad can't let him get just a bit more sleep? He had to bring Scott into this? 

"Stiles, please!' Lydia’s voice sounds pained. Broken. Like she's been crying. Why is she even in his room? That gets his attention. 

Snapping his eyes open, Stiles' head starts to throb. An annoying ache behind his eye sockets that has him muttering curses to himself. What the-? His legs and wrists are bound to a chair in a poorly lit room of what looks like a warehouse. Maybe? He really can't tell. Whipping his head up, Stiles sees his dad, Scott, and Lydia tied up just the same across from him. "Guys?" Stiles croaks, jerking against the restraints, but they don’t budge. 

"Come on, sweetheart." 

His blood runs cold. Peter. 

"You're smarter than that, sweet boy." Stiles wants to throw up. He knew something was wrong with Peter when he offered him the bite again after killing a feral Alpha. 

Stiles has hope that he was wrong. Like an idiot. But still he told the wolf no. He refuses to be tied to Peter in any way. He'd have sooner picked Deucalion as an Alpha. "What are you doing?" Stiles asks, but his father cuts in before Peter can answer. 

"Let my son go!" 

"If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll gag it again." Sure enough, there's a cloth wrapped around his father's neck. Stiles still can't see Peter, he must be behind him. When the human cranes his neck, it's too dark to make out any distinct features. "Now to answer your question, Stiles." The Alpha finally steps under the dim, yellow light, mouth already curled in a menacing grin. "I'm here so that you can finally tell me the truth." 

"The truth?" 

"Why don't you want the bite?" Peter crosses his hands behind his back as he stalks to Lydia's chair. "De be honest, Stiles. I'd hate to see something happen to such a pretty face." Claws grab her cheeks hard and the banshee winces in the hold. 

"Let her go!" Stiles shouts, thrashing in his bindings. 

Peter tuts at him like a child, "now, Stiles. That wasn't my question." Small drops of blood slide down Lydia's face where his claws puncture her skin. "Time's ticking." 

A scowl falls on his face. "I do want the bite." Peter smiles with far too many teeth. "Just not from you." Stiles spits out, hoping the truth that the Alpha wanted so badly knocks him down a peg. Or three.

"Why not?" Peter looks genuinely confused, his voice too soft. Is he fucking stupid? No, just batshit crazy. 

"Uh, because you've killed people?" Stiles spews sarcasm with ease. 

Peter is inches away from his face, noses borderline brushing in an instant. The urge to headbutt is real. No matter how badly that'd hurt. Probably shouldn't antagonize an Alpha though, "so have you, my little fox." 

Stiles resists the urge to gag at all the pet names. "At least I have the humanity to feel bad about it." 

"And it's wrong that I don't?" The Alpha has never looked more like a puppy than when he cocks his head to the side. Genuinely finding no problem with the way he is. 

Shaking his arms since he can't actually gesture wildly, "yes!" 

"I could be so good for you, Stiles." Peter cups his cheek. The wolf's hand is warm and soft despite the calluses. "Be my Beta." 

"Over my dead body."

"Not yours," Peter smirks and heads for Scott, claws at his best friend's throat, immediately drawing blood. "But theirs?" The wolf's eyes flash red and he snarls, "that can be arranged." 

Fuck. Stiles knows when he's been beat. "So you're saying if I let you bite me, you'll let them go?" 

"If you agree to be my Beta and leave Beacon Hills with me, yes." Peter rolls his eyes, an act Stiles would've missed if they weren't glowing, "I'll let them go." 

His gaze locks with the three restrained people across from him. The most important people in the world to Stiles. His family. There's nothing he wouldn't do to protect them. Even if it means entertaining Peter. Lydia is crying, trying to hold it together and failing. His father is looking at him knowing exactly where his son's mind is going. Knowing there's nothing he can say to change Stiles' mind. 

Scott shakes his head with wild, fear filled eyes. "Don't-" Peter tightens his grip on the true Alpha's throat, silencing his plea. 

"I'll do it!" 

Peter's claws retract and Scott's head slumps as he coughs to catch his breath. The Alpha is looming over him, cutting the bindings of his left arm. The wolf's eyes glow red and fangs protrude from his gums. Stiles screams through the bite. It fucking hurts. 

With the transitioning human's blood still stuck to his teeth and dripping from his lips, Peter smirks. Stiles is writhing in pain, but coherent enough to watch the Alpha. "No!" He screams as Peter rushes Lydia, snapping her neck with a deafening crack. Doing the exact same to his father in quick succession and Stiles' heart shatters in his chest. 

Stiles wails at the different amounts of pain coursing through him. "You said- you said you would let them go!" Stiles sobs, bleary eyes seeing Peter rip Scott's throat out, tossing the chunks on the floor. The almost wolf gags that time. "Fuck!" He screams, his free hand holding his pounding chest. 

"And I did." Peter shrugs, "not my fault you didn't specify how." The Alpha glides over like he didn't just kill everyone Stiles cares about, cupping his cheek with a look that he's certain is meant to be filled with love. "Now you have nothing keeping you here. You're mine and we're leaving." 

Before his swollen eyes can process what's happening there's a pinch in his arm and Stiles blacks out. 

[peppermintquartz]

Bonds

shipfic, Playroom!verse

Joe x Finn. Mature/Explicit.

*

Bondage is something Joe likes a lot, mostly when he gets to tie someone up, but he's surprised that he's not averse to being on the receiving end when Finn suggests it, one Thursday when they meet up from different continents for a little sojourn in Bali.

The warm, balmy breeze brings the scent of the sea, the filmy white curtains fluttering with dreamlike torpor. It's just past sunset and they still can't untangle themselves.

They have cheap wine in the fridge downstairs, and their clothes are thrown on the chair in the corner. Their first time in the afternoon had been a frantic, almost angry reconnecting between them, Joe hauling Finn up against the wall to maul his mouth with rough kisses, and Finn biting at Joe's lips and skin to etch the taste into his memory. Three months and eight days of zero communication and then two messages, one to ask if the other was alive and the second to confirm a date and location.

(Joe hates that he's addicted to Finn Balor. He hates it. Finn is sexy and carefree, manipulative and ambitious; he's fun in bed, though that's not the reason Joe returns to him again and again.

The feral brutality the Irishman occasionally displays is what keeps Joe hooked. The way Finn will quite happily rip into a man's face with his own hands, the skill he has with a butterfly knife... Joe loves that side of Finn. Not that he will ever admit it.)

"Thank you for letting me do this," Finn says, reverent and adoring. He likes the look of black rope criss-crossing Joe's skin, pressing into hefty muscle and fat, the way the ample flesh bulges from the bindings. Around the back of his neck, framing thick arms and shoulders, across the broad chest, under his pecs to the back to secure his strong wrists. Then another length from ankles up to knees up to thighs, elegant knots set at specific junctures to form patterns on skin.

It has taken Finn a while to apply the right tension with the rope and knots, and he can already imagine the marks that will be left behind afterwards. They will be beautiful, moreso because Joe isn't one to allow himself to be vulnerable.

And Joe, trusting Finn to do this, trusting that Finn will not cut his throat with him tied up and helpless... It's not submission. Joe does not submit. It is permission he's granted Finn.

The younger man drops to his ankles and kisses Joe's bound ankles, and continues kissing up his shins and knees, until he has his palms on Joe's thighs and is craning up to suck softly on the big man's nipples, left to right and back, tracing his path with his tongue.

Joe flexes his fingers and shifts his weight, angling his head to admire Finn's gentle worship. He doesn't put himself at risk like this often. Mainly because Joe doesn't trust Finn entirely all the time. (He trusts only himself completely, but Finn comes a close third.)

Yet, here, with the island breezes, the grit of sand between his toes yesterday, the sound of waves outside, and the memory of Finn's surrender last night, it's easy to let go of his inhibitions. Finn moans as he tastes and savors Joe, his warm hands grasping onto the rope and tightening the bonds.

"Get off my lap," Joe orders, his voice hoarser than he's expected. "Jerk me off. Let me see how much better you've become with your hands."

Finn blinks at him, his pupils blown dark, and licks his lips. "I could ride you instead," he suggests with a sultry pout.

Joe smirks. "Later, after lunch. Come on, hands on cock now."

Finn obeys. "May I jerk myself off too, sir?"

"I'm not Regal. Don't call me sir."

"I'm not gonna call you 'Daddy', if that's what you're looking for." Finn leans forward to lick Joe's shaft wet, and closes his lips around the shiny head before sliding down a little, his jaw relaxing to accommodate.

The older man grunts. "Just Joe will do, you bastard. I don't want oral. Get on with your hands."

Finn pulls off wetly. "How often do you turn down blowjobs?" he asks conversationally.

"As often as I like to," Joe says, and his eyelids flutter close when Finn finally wraps his strong, calloused hands around Joe's erection.

It doesn't take much, not really, despite Joe's efforts; Finn squeezes lightly as he pulls, and relaxes as he slides down; his fingers trace the thick vein while his other thumb rubs circles around and over the sensitive head, the pad of his thumb stroking back and forth over the slit.

Joe comes over Finn's hands and his own belly with a muted groan, and relaxes. "Take off the ropes," he orders. Finn kisses him before he starts moving, and uses the opportunity to rub his hard cock all over Joe's bare skin as he works, hissing in pleasure at the friction.

Oh, the deep pink marks, the darker reds that will bloom into bruises... Finn licks his lips again. He doesn't understand why he can't get enough of Joe; what they each want out of life is completely different. But Finn can't help craving Joe's kisses and bruising hugs, can't help wanting to impress him with his ruthlessness, his violent tendencies. He can't help provoking Joe either, push him towards irritation, just to have the older guy be rougher with him. More demanding.

It's not love. He knows it's not. But it's something close to it.

He's disturbed from his reverie by Joe gripping the back of his neck.

"I said, clean me up with your tongue," Joe asks, shaking Finn lightly.

"Yes, yes, bossy." Finn exhales and grins up at Joe. "You're really loving this."

"Hm. Keep quiet for the next ten minutes and I may just decide to suck you off."

Finn mines zipping up his mouth and resumes licking the pattern he's left on Joe's skin.

*

"The first time I had sex, I was fourteen," Finn confesses after they've had their obligatory shower.

"Fourteen? That's young."

From those words, Finn hears were you abused and I'll punish them, and knows that Joe would do it, Joe would hunt down someone from Finn's past and torture and kill them.

"I wanted it. He was the captain of the football club and I gave him a blowjob in his garden shed." He hums. "I didn't get fucked till, like, fifteen. A neighbor's cousin was visiting from Dublin. Very handsome. Took me almost all summer to seduce him too."

"You were fifteen and you were seducing grown men?"

"He was eighteen and I was otherwise getting into fights." Finn trails his fingers over Joe's forearm. "Life was simpler then."

Joe relaxes his hold on Finn's waist. His voice sounds distant. "I was seventeen. She was a waitress I met on my first real job. Sweet girl with dark blonde curls and a freckle, above her upper lip."

"Ever looked her up again?"

"Nah. It was a fling. I was there observing the mark, and she was someone I saw almost daily at the time because I ate at the diner. She thought I was twenty."

"That's because you have an old face."

"I'm gonna tan your ass for that."

Finn laughs and burrows closer. He's quiet for a few minutes before he says, very quietly, "My dad used to say that to me. That he'd tan my arse."

Joe doesn't react. Finn hardly ever shares about his family.

"Ma was alright, she made sure we were washed and fed, but she was always too tired, you know?" The younger man sighs. "Da hated me. He thought I was the child of one of the neighbors. Maybe I was, I don't know. And when he found out I'd not only got in a gang, but I had slept with or sucked off half the young men along the street, he threw me out of the house."

"You ever looked up your parents?"

"They're fine. My older brother and sister are taking care of them." Finn squirms until he can look Joe in the eye. "What about you and your family? You still in touch?"

Joe brushes his knuckles over Finn's face. It's late, and it's dark out here. The sound of live music floats into the room, and under that is the sound of the sea.

"My father and two baby sisters were murdered," he tells Finn. "Dad was in the Business; I found that out afterwards, and apprenticed myself to one of his old pals. Finally avenged them two years ago. Cowards, hiding behind their cartel friends."

Finn doesn't say anything. He rests his hand on Joe's chest, over his heart.

"Mom's remarried to someone in Chiangmai. I've watched her and him, and their little grocery shop. Sent her some money anonymously but she'd know it was from me." He sighs. "I don't want to contact her. There are some morons who'd try to use her against me. She's already lost her husband and her children to the Business; I don't want her to ever be involved with it again. Even if it means I never see her again or contact her again."

Joe has never admitted this to anyone. Hell, he can't recall the last time he talked about his mother.

The younger man leans over to kiss Joe on the cheek. Much to the older man's surprise, he has tears in his eyes. He inhales deeply and angles Finn's head to kiss him on the mouth. They stay like that, just holding each other and seeking comfort from wounds too deep to show anyone else.

"Wanna go for another round?" Joe asks brusquely, when he feels the stirring of alarm. He's shown too much of himself.

It has to be the bondage session, he reasons, that's got me to lower my guard. Who knows if Finn won't sell the information about Joe to the highest bidder?

"I have to head south to Melbourne tomorrow." He's actually headed to Christchurch, but he feels a little lie is necessary now. He's been too honest. So honest that he feels raw and frightened, and he hasn't felt like that for a very long time.

"I'm due back in Tokyo too," Finn murmurs against Joe's lips. Then he pulls back slightly. "Your secrets are safe with me. I promise."

Joe always forgets that Finn isn't as stupid as he looks, that he has an uncanny ability to read a person's emotional state. Finn studies him a little longer, before he gets out of bed, flips on the bedside lamp, and digs around in his carry-on bag.

Finally, he find it - an engraved bullet. He passes it to Joe. The bullet has a name carved on it that isn't Finn Balor.

"That's my real name," Finn tells Joe, "and my parents' names are inside it."

"Why are you showing this to me?"

"I'm giving it to you," Finn says.

Joe blinks at him.

The Irishman smiles. It's a sincere, slightly nervous smile, like he's not sure what he's actually doing. "Take care of that for me."

And that is a guarantee, of sorts. Joe knows that Finn knows that Joe will use the name and start digging, find out everything he can about Finn's early life.

Secret for secret.

Joe relaxes. He can accept this. Putting the bullet aside in his own duffel, Joe wonders if he can trust Finn, for real. To have someone who knows everything about him, and isn't likely to use that intel against him... It's tempting.

With a small, crooked grin, he motions for Finn to return to bed. Trust can be earned and repaid, Joe thinks, and proceeds to reward Finn for trusting him.

[cottoncandy-jester]

✨Lie down darling, it's time for a dream✨

Stuffed (incubus!nishinoya x reader x priest!asahi)

Okay so for the longest time i didn't know what to write for them but after listening to three yagami yato audios back to back I realized Im a sinner..so yeah have this

This story contains: nasty unprotected sex, Double penetration, aheago, feral nishinoya, breeding kink,asahi losing his shit during sex, asahi calls you mommy a few times, light degrading, preluding to semnophilia

As much as I adore male reader cause I'm a boy but, this will be a female reader worry not I'll be spamming out some male reader stuff after this for a bit

"father, I have done a terrible thing.. something horrible"

The sound of your voice from the other side of the confessional made asahi twitch slightly before he calmly leaned back to listen to you. You were innocent, sweet and pure but lately he's noticed changes that worried him greatly, your clothes that usually were modest now revealed a teasing amount of your thighs or chest so of course when he heard your words he was alert yet calm..just what did you do?

"this is a judgement free zone, speak your mind"

"I've let a sinful demon tempt me.."

You what?

Hearing your words made the priest grip the white beaded cross necklace hanging around his neck as his mind started to get foggy at the thought of a demon hurting you in any way, you were too sweet and adorable for this!

"tell me, what has this demon done to you? Has he hurt you?"

Asahi's voice was laced with worry that quickly turned into fear when he heard a small embarrassed whimper from the other side. After a few seconds he heard your quivering voice

"E-Every night the demon comes into my window, he touches me in ways that I've never been touched, every night he-"

"has he fucked you? Does he fill you up? have you kissed him?"

Asahi spoke in a low tone with a shaky breath. He should feel worry for you but instead a feeling of pure jealousy burned through him, the thought of someone seeing your face twist with pleasure or the thought of someone kissing your soft skin while pounding you made him see red.

"yes father, am i too late to be saved?"

Your soft helpless tone made asahi shudder as his mind drifted to unholy thoughts. How would you look sucking him off? What face would you make when he eats you out til you are shaking? How would you taste against his tongue?

"father asahi?"

"ah you're not! Its never too late to be saved! You said it comes every night? How about I spend the night in your home so when the demon comes I'll deal with it"

His plan made you smile brightly before you let out a joyful giggle. You couldn't help but sound so cute as you thanked him before leaving the wooden box.

So day soon turns to night, asahi laid on your couch asleep before a creaking sound stirred him awake. He checked the time only to see that it was two in the morning, the male let's out a low sigh as he stretched before going to your room to check on you only to hear sounds of a creaking bed along with voices.

"oooh [y/n] your nipples are so hard and perked for me, hehehe do you like it when I flick them like this?

Asahi couldn't recognize that voice so he softly opened the door and peeked inside only to see you tied with your hands above your head and your clothes completely ripped off with an incubus straddling your hips. Asahi should burst in there, he should be slamming the door open and throwing that demon off you but he couldnt help but watch as this demon leaned his head down to lick and suck your nipples

"n-nishinoya-"

"this is the first time you called out to me like that..do it again"

So the demon's name was nishinoya? Why did you know that? How did you know that? Asahi was curious about such details but his mind blanked when he heard a loud whimper escape your lips, when he turned his attention back to you the demon in question has his face shoved in between your legs licking and sucking at your clit as if his life depended on it.

Asahi felt his cock twitch in his pants as your lewd moans ringed through his ears. His entire body started to shake as he bit his bottom lip roughly. He wanted to be the one to make you moan like that, he wanted to be the one making you screaming his name.

Just as asahi was going to burst in he watched as the demon pull back and both his and asahi's eyes locked before nishinoya gave a sly smirk while licking his lips.

"her pussy tastes like whip cream, so sweet and yummy so why don't you come and get a taste instead of watching like a pervert or are all preists this sinful?"

Asahi tensed up at his remark before standing up straight before opening the door and closing it behind him. His eyes travelled to you who couodnt even look him in the eyes.

"f-fathe-"

Nishinoya shoved his demon tail down your throat with a light shudder. He gazed at you with a sadistic gleam before a sly smile was on his face.

"hush babe, the grown up are talking so just be a good girl and suck on my tail like it's a nice juicy cock okay? If you promise not to bite I'll fuck you extra hard tonight"

His words shook both you and asahi but you did as he said and started to suck his tail which filled your mouth nicely while nishinoya tried not to shudder and show just how good that felt.

"d-demon! I've come to exorcise you! P-prepare to go back to hell where you belong!"

"funny how you say that but where's your Bible? Your holy water? Holy items? not even a single talisman..all you brought is a big bulge so let's just be honest here hmm?"

Asahi felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he glanced down only to see that he was fully hard, he took a step forward his mind clouding with lust as he watched you suck and moan against that filthy demon's tail.

"A-as a priest I'm supposed to take you down, I'll warn you once to release her from your captivity and surrender"

Asahi's shaky words were met with nishinoya letting out a loud chuckle before his eyes travelled to you before he reached our and trailed his finger along your drenched slit which made you shudder with bliss before he decided to stick two fingers inside your sopping wet hole.

"listen here, father she let's me do this cause she wants to, hell she would die without my cock stretching her wall each night. Ive cummed inside her so much It would be no surprise if she was pregnant"

His words made your walls clench around his fingers which cause the male to release a low growl, he definitely needed to fuck you soon or else he was gonna lose his mind.

"Ooh she likes to think of being pregnant, how about instead of trying to fight let's share this night hmm? Come onnn look at her she's just begging for a cock to fuck her so two would drive her absolutely insane. Give into your urges"

Asahi didn't know if it was demonic magic or his mind just snapping but before he knew it he was stripping down while walking towards you and nishinoya. His eyes were clouding with lust as he left himself in only his boxers

Nishinoya licked his lips before simply took his tail out your mouth before feeling you of your binds. You sat up now looking at the two men with a look of worry, you could barley take nishinoya and his thick cock but now two of them?

"alright pretty girl! Here's what's gonna happen, me and Mr holy over here are gonna fuck your brains out until the smell of cock and cum become your natural scent okay? Okay!"

Nishinoya and his cheerful tone made you shiver as you watched his tail wag side to side like he was some excited puppy. Asahi looked confused on what to do so he gave nishinoya a panicked gaze which made the demon burst out laughing

"are you a virgin?! Pfffft! Hahahah! Oh my! Okay, I'll tell you what to do only cause you look so cute! Lay down on the bed and princess here will get on top"

Just explaining what will happen made asahi blush before he gulped harshly and did as he was told. What was this going to feel like? He wasn't sure but he knew it would be better than touch himself in the late hours of the night.

"n-nishinoya I don't know about this, I mean-" you were cut off by the demon's loud whistling as he yanked asahi's boxers down only to see his çock spring up.

"talk about a long boy! Sorry I got you beat in girth though, but I guess it's not bad right princess?"

Nishinoya turned to you who was just staring with a look drowning with lust. Nishinoya knew that look on your face and moved to you only to lick the drool dribbling down your chin

"now now you hungry slut, you can choke on his cock next round but for now let's fuck that cute pussy to oblivion"

His words made you whine before he gave your ass a hard slap before pointing to a nervous looking asahi

"now, hands and knees above him don't you dare put him in you without me saying so, or else I'll have to break you even more than I already am about to"

Nishinoya watched as you crawled into of asahi before shakily looking down at him. You've had sex many many times next to nishinoya but also fucking asahi scared you since he was your priest.

"so fragile, you're shaking lets not be scared alright?"

Asahi's soft words made you melt as you felt him reach up to touch your cheek. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss only to moan harshly against his lips as something thick slammed into you. With a shaky breath you pulled away only to glance back to see nishinoya on his knees behind you with a fake innocent grin.

"oops- sorry did I ruin your moment?"

Asahi looked at your face only to feel something snap in his mind, the way your face became flushed and your eyes tightly closed made him shudder before his body moved on its own. He wrapped his arms around you before pulling you against his chest only to shove himself inside you along with nishinoya.

You let out a loud shocked gasp our reaction was nothing compared to asahi who was gritting his teeth with eyes rolling back slightly, how could someone be so tight?!

"feels good huh? Oh this is nothing..come now father, can you really not move? Well if you're not gonna move I will"

Nishinoya started to thrust roughly in and out of you with a shaky sigh as he felt his and asahi's cock rubbing against each other, not only that but you were clenching so tight that he could swear he could see stars.

"ngh- demon.. you're rubbing against me like that"

Asahi's choked words were followed by his thrusts, he wasn't as rough as nishinoya but he was thrusting quite fast. he just couldn't stop his body from thrusting up against you over and over again. You both were slowing becoming a mess, drooling and whining came from you both as you two locked eyes

"[y/n]! So tight! Your pussy is so tight and wet I just can't take it! Do you hear it? That wet sound? Ahh it's so lewd! This is so lewd! [Y/n]! I cant stop- don't make me stop please please please!"

Asahi was losing his mind while he slammed his hips wildly and to make it worse this chaotic energy was only riling nishinoya up to the point where he was a snarling mess now digging his nails Into your hips while slamming in and out of you

"fuck! You are so good! Such a good girl..the way your pussy is miking me, beg for me princess beg for my demon seed come now beg for it already or I'll fucking stop"

The utter thought of stopping made you whine louder than you already were and you wiggled your hips desperately like a bitch in heat

"please! Noya! Asahi! Fuck me more! Ahh- please please! Breed me so good!"

Just like that your words caused the two men to lose their sanity even more. Asahi was in tears as he rapidly thrusts in and out of you like a rabbit now having breeding on his mind. He forced you to look at him as he gave you a sloppy messy kiss that left saliva on you both

"m-my baby! Have my baby! My baby mine not that demon's but mine! Ahh- please [y/n]! Bear my children!"

His whining sobbing pleas seemed to annoy nishinoya who pulled you back against him while his hand gripped your throat. He thrusted deep inside you while licking your neck along with biting at it.

"his baby? Fuck no. Have mine. My demon spawn would look so cute growing in your tummy, fuck princess it's gonna be me who gets your pregnant okay?"

Your mind was starting to go blank as your climax was coming close and just as you were were gonna turn to kiss nishinoya you felt hands cupping your breasts. You turn to face asahi who now sat up to hold you as well his mouth drooling and slobbering all over your breasts as he felt close. His hair was a mess but the look in his eyes was that of a desperate needy man losing his mind.

"be the mommy to my baby, you right that right? Mommy..please please please! Ah I can't wait to see your breasts swell with milk so please..ah! Please I'm gonna cum!"

His loud whines and use of the word mommy did something to you that you didn't know could happen to you but you felt your climax building up but before you can announce it nishinoya simply grunted lowly in your ear as his grip around your throat tightened.

"I can feel it, cum already cum around our cocks like I know you want to, you want us to fill up your needy pussy, you're so desperate for cum that your drooling and sticking your tongue out like a bitch so cum already"

His harsh words were the last thing you needed before your walls tightened and you climaxed with a loud screaming moan.

"yes, yes yes yes yes! [Y/n]! Yes! It feels..so good!"

"hah- ah, damn priest you moan like a little whore..it's so fucking hot!"

As the two cummed inside you at the same time you felt your mind breaking and it left you twitching and shaking in their arms.

When you three laid down on the bed nishinoya glanced at you and asahi who were both making such a lewd face that his cock twitched. He honestly wasn't even close to being finished but it seems that humans get tired so he was greatly annoyed to see you both start to fall asleep.

Nishinoya sighs as a smile graced his face before he cracked his neck while hovering over you and asahi's cuddling bodies.

"sorry sweeties I'm not done yet, but don't worry you can enjoy your nap"

[krazy-kipo]

Being a Human Mod Frog

~ You've evaded them for months. They don't know how. They don't like it. But soon it becomes a kind of game. Harris, Kwat, Jamack, even Mrs. Sartori want to catch you first. All the Mod frogs think your this huge prize and try to set up traps and take watch to find you. The Mod Frogs love a challenge and you are defiently a challenge.

~ The longer that you steal and the longer these small heists go on the less you become less a nuisance and more of a regular occurrence they come to expect and sometimes even enjoy. You don't steal anything super valuable and you actually start swapping things out. You take food but you leave shiny crystals or you steal a weapon but leave something of value.

~ At first they believe your a mute cause your so damn smart and they begin making bets and theorizing. A ton of them think your a wild frog while others think your a cat or something else but as time goes on they realize you may not be a mute.

~ It's Jamack who finally catches you and he's smug until he realizes your a human. Confused toad. You end up cutting yourself out of the net and trying to book it but he tongue knabs you and he knocks you out.

~ When you wake up Harris is guarding you with Kwat as Jamack speaks to the boss. He's greeted by a lot of loud curses and struggling as you try and untie the ropes knots.

~ Harris begins laughing. You get your hands free and tackling him you start choking him before Kwat pulls your screaming and kicking form off. Harris is blushing as he rubs his neck. You went ape shit and for a non mute it was kinda hot...

~You're in raggy clothing but your hair and face look clean. You clearly take care of yourself well and your very fit. Harris and Kwat gotta admit your a cute human.

~ Jamack comes back ready to take you to Scarlemagne and you look PISSED. Jamack is actually kind of impressed. For montha you evaded the Mod Frogs. The MOD FROGS. That doesn't happen when their actively pursing you. Especially a human.

~ You try and cut a deal. You've seen what Scarlemagne does to humans and it's not good. You have a mind, a soul, and you want to continue to use them not just be some puppet for a mad monkeys amusement.

~ You ask to see Mrs. Sartori talk to her herself and make a case. Kwat and Harris are unsure since Kwat is holding you back from escaping. Jamack doesn't like the idea but Mrs. Sartori hears you.

"What can a human offer ME?"

"Well I did steal for you for months. Pointers for one. Experience for another."

~ You get a laugh for that one. After explaining your use, Mrs. Sartori goes what the hell? You're pretty useful and Scarlemagne has enough humans maybe it'd be fun to have a pet. So on a trial bias you join the Mod frogs. You know your kept on close watch so you don't try and escape. You could but there's no point. You do your job you get food, shelter, hell even your own fancy suit. You're set and see no reason why you shouldn't stay as long as your welcome.

~ Your job consists of stealing from other territories without being traced back to the frogs, scavenging and finding things they need, and telling the Mod frogs where you've sighted humans for them to go finish the job. You quickly get a small name for yourself in the Mod frog ganag and the Mod Frogs come to except you as one of their depsite you not being a frog or toad.

~ Jamack is kind of your boss for awhile. He's in charge of you since he caught you type of deal. Mrs. Sartori is surprisingly netrual about you and doesn't seem to have intentions of turning you in. Once Jamack realizes your staying and it wasn't just empty words you were using to escape little by little he grows attached.

~ He teaches you to ride a dragondly. As a Mod frog it's their main way of transportation so you'll need to learn. He tries not to think of how good your arms feel around him as you cling to him or how your excited smile makes him croak and blush embarassed. He almost looses his composure when you get a chance to drive because you like it fast and fun. You race over the water dragging your hand through the water laughing the entire time. Jamack realizes his may have caught ugh... feelings and God help him because now he looks at you and his heart goes soft.

~ You have this way about you Jamack loves. Sassy so you can keep up with his sharp wit but you listen when you need too and really take his advice and suggestions to heart. You follow orders really well and he sees your dedication and talent. You remind him of him and something about that makes it harder to repress his feelings.

~ After being a Mod frog a few weeks and going on missions for him he realizes hard and fast oh no he LIKES you. It's all over when you notice his ties crooked and you untie it and retie it adjusting it for him. His face goes all red and the simple but sweet act leaves you cemented as a potential partner in his brain. He struggles with these feeling but he knows he'd take a hit for you because you would do the same for him. He's not chasing off these feelings any time soon.

~ Jamack gets teased relentlessly about his crush on the human but in all honestly a lot of the Mod frogs really like you too they just don't know how to tell you. Jamack gets pretty jealous but he keeps his composure. He may get red faced and huffy when someone mentions his affections for the humans but if he flips the script they react the same way. You just have that effect on people.

~ Harris loves you. From your first meeting to actually joining the Mod frogs he's very friendly and open towards you. Something about seeing you go batshit feral after coming to think of you as a restrained and stealthy thief flipped a switch in his brain and he admires your strength and passion. You're very talented and are proud of your accomplishments. That confidence makes you so beautiful.

~ He loves your sass just as much as Jamack and loves throwing playful insults because you toss them right with a smile and laugh. Nothing about you is mean or cold and it's so refreshing. The Mod Frogs scream hostile vibes but you, your kind and true to yourself unafraid to show affection or give compliments. You say something about his stripes on his back and neck once being pretty and his heart nearly explodes. Just you're very genuine and kind and Harris, he's not used to that.

~ He loves privately sparring with you and hates when Jamack or Kwat come in and ruin it. It becomes a tiny tension in the group as they all want you but are too stubborn to admit it. It doesn't help that you are completely oblivious too their intentions since you don't understand how they court.

~ Kwat is more reserved with her emotions than the boys. She's pretty cold so it can be hard to know what she's thinking but really she's just nervous to talk too you. You're so cool and unapologetically kind and your tie is always crooked yet you always fix their ties when their crooked because you know how much it means to them.

~ All in all these frogs are a mess. They can not handle you and how kind and sweet and smart you are. Your good at your job, passionate about what you do, and dedicated to the frogs because they gave you a chance and a home. The Mod frogs accpeted you and in turn you accepted them. You don't know that Jamack, Harris, and Kwat like you but someday soon you will.

[boneandfur]

Riding Lessons [2]

CHAPTER TWO

Rating: for mature readers only // Words: 2388 // Summary: Juniper gets ready to ride in the rodeo, and unexpectedly sees a face from her past.

•••

"If yer still hellbent on this damn fool idea of yours, you gotta wear something else." Cliff coughs delicately, moving his finger up and down to indicate the dress. They're standing under the pines, killing time. A blush creeps up his neck. "Just think what kind of example you're settin' for Duke's girl." 

"I think it's mad cool, grandpa!" Brooklynne squeals, hugging Juniper around the waist. "I'm gonna vlog the whole thing!" 

Juniper looks at Cliff, though she doesn't need his permission, she feels chastised all the same. She looks to Brooklynne. "Brook, what size shorts are you wearing?" 

Cliff's eyes bulge. "Oh, hell no. Duke would never forgive me if I let --" but Juniper is already tugging Brooklynne towards the bathrooms.

"This dress would look real pretty on you, Brook. In fact, if you like it, I'll let you keep it." Juniper keeps talking as they head into the bathroom and surpass the line, going straight into two neighboring stalls. 

"They're actually a little too big?" Brooklynne squeaks from the next stall. 

"Perfect." Juniper may have her mama's hips, but she can make it work. "Shirt too." Brooklynne's shirt and shorts sail over the partition, and Juniper passes Brooklynne the dress. She stole it from Caitlín before she left, hell, she stole Caitlín's boyfriend, Sully, too. But he didn't touch me the way Dick Mulligan... She pushes that thought away, but the memory of his touch is branded on her skin, she's aching all over with the need for him to touch her again, Just like that. 

Seven minutes later, Juniper is in Brooklynne's hacked off jeans, now a pair of teeny tiny Daisy Dukes that hug her curves like a second skin. The tank top might be a problem, she acknowledges grudgingly to herself as she looks in the mirror. My breasts are the problem. She's wearing a red lace balconette bra that seemed like a good idea at the time, but is completely out of place under the black tank top, which barely skims her belly button.

"Here, Juniper." Asha appears, looking her critically up and down before passing her a plaid shirt, and Juniper rolls the sleeves up, tying it under her breasts. 

"That's not what I..." Asha's eyes bug out. "Never mind. Looks cute, I guess. You might even pass for one of us, if you wore it the way God intended you to." 

Is that supposed to be a compliment? Juniper doesn't answer, intent on braiding her hair, out of her face. "Thanks, babe." She blows an air kiss, and Asha recoils like she's been slapped. 

"How's this?" Brooklynne taps Juniper on the shoulder, and she hears Asha suck in a horrified breath. 

"Oh, sugar, ain't you a picture!" Her mama's words come out of her mouth before she can stop them, and Juniper coughs to cover her slip. "You look beautiful. Don't she, Asha?" 

Asha is staring at Brooklynne like she's somehow become wild, feral. "You'd better cover yourself up! Juniper," she continues in a dark, urgent whisper, "I'm surprised -- no, shocked at you! You can't let that baby girl go out in the fair looking like, like -- that." They both look at Brooklynne, who is twirling dreamily in the mirror, the skirt fanning out around her knees, looking five years older already, the kind of girl who runs off with a carnival boy and never looks back. "When her pa sees that he's gonna --" 

"What's Duke gonna do? Oh, hell." Juliette pops her head in through the door to the cement washroom. "Asha, you better take that kid to get a cover-up on before Duke and Cliff see her. Juniper, you come with me." 

"And where the hell are you taking her?!" Asha demands, exasperation coloring her tone. "The rodeo starts in..." she checks her clipboard. "In less than fifty minutes!" 

Juliette ignores her, pulling Juniper out into the sunlight. She takes a good look up and down at the tied plaid and the Daisy Dukes, letting out a wolf whistle. "Damn, girl! They gonna let you ride in that?" She waits until they're out of earshot, then her face splits into a big grin. "You're riding in the rodeo! Sawyer told me," she goes on, unaware of how her face lights up when she talks about him, like no one can tell how she feels inside. 

If this wasn't all a means to an end, Juniper would let herself give them both a little push in the right direction, but she can't let herself get attached -- it hurts too much to say goodbye that way, and she never says goodbye, not if she can help it. "What else did he say?" Juniper plays with a loose thread on the shorts, which threaten to cut off her circulation at the hips. When all of this is over, and she's made it safely over the border, she's going to take a long soak in a copper tub, sloughing off this false identity like the dirt from the road. But until then, she's here in East Podunk, lying low, safe from the long arm of the law. "What?" 

Juliette waves a hand in front of her face. "You in there, June Bug? I said that Sawyer was real worried about you, but I told him I'd take care of it. And first order of business is gettin' you some ridin' boots and a hat. You're representin' Oakley Ranch, after all." Juliette winks at her. "What size shoe you wear?" 

"Six." But Juliette is already handing Juniper her boots.

Juliette runs a hand through her dark curls. "The toe box might be a little wonky, but I think you'll be all right. Those are five and a half's. They okay?" 

The boots fit like a dream almost to the toe box, which pinches. But it's only for a few hours. Juniper feels a warm feeling of gratitude bubble up in her chest, but she pushes it away. The less beholden she is to these people, to this place, the better. She wiggles her toes. "Thanks, I think these will be fine."

By the time they finish, Juniper is wearing a red hat edged with cheap silver ribbon, and there are only fifteen minutes left before the rodeo starts. Juliette leads her to a roped off area near the gate, crowded with people and press milling around. "You just go over there and find Asha. She's probably by thie chute. She'll assign you your number. You want me to come?" 

"Nah, I got this. Thanks again." Juniper hugs Juliette quick, kissing her on the cheek. Juliette smells of bourbon and green apple shampoo. She gives a little wave to Juniper.

"Good luck!" 

•••

With a swing in her hips and a confidence she doesn't feel, Juniper waltzes up to the crowd of cowboys.  Even in Juliette's boots, it's hard to see over the bobbing sea of ten gallon hats. There are rodeo cowboys and rodeo queens with spangles on their boots, there are little boys and girls in chaps leaning on the fence watching, and teenage boys swaggering around. 

She's never seen so many girls in painted on jeans, sparkly cowboy hats, and push up bras in her life. Somewhere in the crowd, she can hear Dick's deep baritone, and the high pitched giggles of girls. She looks for a familiar face, but she's hemmed in on all sides. She spots Dick, surrounded by several stage five clingers, all spray-tanned and bleached blonde with their hair teased to high heaven. They're pouting, trying to get his attention, but he's busy talking to some dark haired guy who's dressed as casually as the others, yet looks somehow out of place. As if he can sense her eyes on him, the stranger raises his head, scanning the crowd, and Juniper ducks down, frantically backpedaling. 

Dave Reyes. The long arm of the law has found her at last. I'm not ready. Not yet, please, not yet! She feels like she can't breathe, and sucks in several deep, rapid breaths, her heart rate speeding up. Her vision swims with black spots, and as she tries to fight her way back out of the crowd,  she feels a wave of dizziness slam into her. 

"Hey now, what do we have here?" A guy with a blonde crew cut, press badge, and a blue vest over a short-sleeved flannel shirt that looks like it came from the Sprawlmart clearance rack grabs her arm, smacking his lips as he surveys her. She's too out of it to slap him the way she yearns to, and instead a feeble protest leaves her lips as he hauls her forward. 

"No!" Juniper tries to tug her arm back, but the guy isn't listening. 

"A buckle bunny! Martin, look! I got us a real live buckle bunny!" he leers in Juniper's face, addressing her breasts. "How-de-doo, little bunny. I'm TJ." He snaps a selfie with a full flash, blinding her, and then gropes her ass. "Maybe you've heard of--" TJ has barely opened his mouth to start his spiel when Dick shoves his way through the crowd to step between them, his body shielding Juniper. 

"The lady said no. Are ya as dumb as ya look, or are ya deaf, too?" Dick snarls menacingly. 

With an irritated scowl, TJ puts his hands up like he'll shove Dick in the chest, then some sense of self preservation kicks in, and he steps back. "Get your own buckle bunny, man." 

"Back off," Dick growls. "You really wanna test me, city boy?" 

TJ mumbles something Juniper can't hear, and she whimpers. Dick whips around so fast she swears she can hear his spurs jangle, and then his arms are around her and he's carrying her through the crowd, all the way to a quiet corner in the back of the barn. 

Dick sets her down on a crate, rubbing small circles on her back. He clears his throat. "He didn't hurt ya, did he, Goldilocks?" 

Dizzy and nauseous, she shakes her head, and Dick passes her a flask from his pocket. She can't even touch it, too intent on trying to breathe. 

"Good. I thought..." Dick shakes his head, then starts rubbing her back, his deep voice low and soothing in Juniper's ears. "Put your head between your legs, cup your hands over your mouth, and take some nice, easy breaths," he murmurs, beard tickling her earlobe and setting off butterflies in her stomach. "I swear to God, if I see that city boy with his hands on you again --" she hears the sound of Asha's irritated voice, and then Dick's big, warm hand leaves her back as he stands up. She can hear Asha upbraiding him for "harassing the press". 

"You okay?" Asha crouches down near her, and Juniper nods, focusing on each small breath. Asha stands up, apparently satisfied with that answer, because she pats Juniper's shoulder awkwardly, and then fades back into the crowd when someone calls her name. 

From the corner of her eye, Juniper sees Dave again, and she ducks her head beneath the brim of her hat, hoping against hope he hasn't recognized her. She starts sweating, and then she's shaking uncontrollably, trying to fight the wave of blackness that threatens to engulf her. Voices swim around her in the darkness, and then she feels Dick's hand on her back again, tethering her to the here and now. 

"You clean up real good, Goldilocks," he whispers. "Knew I was gonna have to fight 'em off the minute I saw ya in them Daisy Dukes." When she looks over at him in surprise, he tips his hat and winks at her, then stands up, holding out a hand. "Ain't you gonna wish me luck?" 

Juniper stands up, the world righting itself again. She scans the crowd for Reyes, but he's melted away, as though he never was. She bites her lip. Maybe she was just imagining things. Maybe... "Good luck? Shouldn't you be wishin' me luck, cowboy?" she pokes Dick in the chest, and then he's pressing her up against the barn, their lips a hairsbreadth away. She feels drunken, dizzy, though she hasn't touched a drop. Dick tilts her chin up with two fingers, and just as he bends his head, his breath warm on her lips, she hears Asha calling her name. 

"Juniper!" Asha's voice, so close, makes her jump, and she wriggles past Dick, making her way towards Asha, who rubs the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Did she see Juniper and Dick, so close they almost could have kissed? Undoubtedly. Asha's voice is colored by something deep and green when she speaks again, and Juniper shifts uncomfortably in Juliette's borrowed boots. Her feet are beginning to hurt. "It's not too late to back out..."

Just lay low as long as you can, honey pie, Opal Mae's voice whispers in the back of her mind, as though her mama is standing right beside her. It's living out in the open that'll get ya. Ghosters are livin' dead people's lives for 'em. If the Feds don't know where ya are, they'll never catch up to ya. 

But the money... they can start over with that kind of money, they can stop running for good. Three notes, Ellie. She thinks of the last postcard she sent, musical notes interspersed amidst her cramped handwriting. Ellie remembers, right? She must. It was all Opal ever whistled when it meant You're safe now, little chicks, the coast is clear. 

"June?" Asha touches her shoulder. For a moment, Juniper loses her train of thought as she hears the national anthem start up, and Dick Mulligan swaggers past her in his chaps and black hat, raising his brows at her and giving her a nod as he passes. 

One last con, one last game, you can do this, she tells herself. "I'm not backing out. I can do this, Asha." 

Asha exhales through her nose. "Right." She hands Juniper a number on a piece of paper. "You're after Mulligan. Remember to mark the horse out, or you'll be disqualified on the spot." Her fingers brush a stray curl that's come loose from Juniper's braid. "Lucky number seven." 

Lucky number seven. That's gotta count for something, right? 

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(part one is on the choices archive - choicesfanfic.com under the same name. eventually i will make some new masterlists with the external links.)