opening btd/ykmet/tpof writing requests!! do be aware that they will likely be slow due to my being in school atm but im open to ideas :]!! it can be x reader, canon x canon, solo fics or platonic things
no pedophilia, incest or bestiality requests please. I dont fw that stuff
I will write for strade, rire, lawrence, ren, fox, derek, mason, celia, komodo, dragon, jack and machete
so if you'd like some feel free to send it in my askbox :P
🦂 Derek question lol! Do you think (if he’s feeling more “friendly”-or whatever his close to friendly is hehe) he has a collection of regular “fun” dog toys stored away for his pet? Like, tug ropes and balls n stuff? Treats too mayhaps
OH FUN QUESTION
I think Derek def has containers of stuff, probably organizes his more torturous toys alongside his more "tame" ones. For easier access and if he ever happens to change moods in the middle of your fun.
It's likely rare that Derek would find himself so considerate as to be gentle or fun-loving, but somedays, he just wants to play with his food instead of tossing the plate straight to the wall. He wants to see how well trained he's got you by getting you to chase a ball or tug on some rope.
The humiliation is very compensating for his sudden "kindness"
And typically earning a treat takes a lot more sacrifice than one would hope for, but at least you've earned it without losing your life. After all, a good dog would do anything for their owner.
You will find, however, that the treat is his own "dog bone"
what kind, if any, drinks do you think they would all drink to enjoy the taste and not just for function? like soda, tea, coffee, cocktails, etc? what kind of flavor profile would they like?
Oh i love this question sm it makes me think ... gonna do the btd boys for this one :]!!
Strade seems like the type to like something bitter. Black coffees, beers that make your throat lurch a bit. I think there's something about it that just washes over him, not that he doesn't like sweet things, but it's more of a treat now and again rather than a go to.
The sweetness of pushing himself inside you is a treat, opposed to the hearty bitterness of his blade entering you instead.
Ren likes sweet things, likely to order a milkshake or a float of some kind. Something to spoil himself, something to make him smile. Definitely a lot of chocolate even thought it's bad for him. He'll complain about how it aches his stomach but he can't help himself.
It's wrong to keep you like that, crying and begging, but he just can't help himself. He loves the sight of you, bloody and broken at his feet.
Lawrence doesn't like sweetness, I think he likes something heavy but also.. not plain so to speak, but natural. He loves his teas, of course. However he'll make his own concoctions as well, some weird combination of tea and spices, maybe some pills that he doesn't quite remember what they do. He wants something that makes him feel.
You make him feel, when you're eyes look up at him with need. When he's your only source of relief from the pain he inflicts, what a drug it is. Desperation.
Rire's tastes aren't something that can be properly defined in human terminology. He adores things that are real, things that are indescribable. Some teas come close, though he'll indulge in several dishes around the world. He's not exactly picky, because few things compare.
There's nothing like the taste of your pain, of your sorrow, of your fight and soul. Everything that makes you human is what he yearns to ruin and devour.
A/N: not a fan of this guy but he’s popular sooooo
What Does Strade Love? (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
♡ He Loves When You Cry: Pain or pleasure, it’s all the same to him. Although, he will admit that he does get carried away with his torture but can you really blame him? The way you cry and beg is so precious. Strade stares at your pained expression with crazed eyes, swirling with arousal and the need to hurt you even more. Through your sobs, his breathing becomes heavier the more blood that spills out of you. Strade can’t help but moan and tear up at the sight!
♡ He Loves Showing You His Newest Projects: Strade is constantly coming up with new ways to torture you and the poor souls he brings home! He’ll spend many restless nights locked up in his room working on his projects. Papers scattered everywhere with writing and drawings of countless ideas. Once he starts, he can’t stop until it’s perfected! Strade even seeks you and Ren out to get your opinions on each one! He’ll eye your reactions, any hint of fear or anxiety gets him all giddy!
♡ He Loves When You Get Along With Ren: Strade just loves seeing his pets get along! He finds the sight of his pets seeking each other out so endearing, even more so when you think he isn’t paying attention! Although he enjoys the fact that you two seem to get along now, he does miss when the two of you were at each other’s throats! A bit of nostalgia wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? Well…maybe for you and Ren (﹡֦ơ ﻌ ơ֦﹡) ! That being said — whenever Strade is bored and wants to take a trip down memory lane, he sends the two of you down to the basement — following close behind and down there, he will put the two of you against each other. Strade opens up some old wounds, brings up some painful memories and when that doesn’t work, he just forces the two of you to hurt each other! A few cuts is nothing compared to the painful shocking sensation of the collar, right? Right!
♡ He Loves When You Prove Your Love To Him: “You LOVE me, liebling? Aww, that is just adorable. You know, you are too cute for your own good! But…it’s very easy to say that you love somebody. Prove it to me. Cut off your finger with this. I don’t care which one, just make sure that it’s nice and slow.” Truth be told, Strade didn’t expect you to actually do it. He was surprised but oh…how he loved it. He loved how obedient you became after that. You became so dependent on him, just like Ren is. You think he loves you..think he cares for you in his own way but he doesn’t, sweetheart. Strade only views you as a pet, as entertainment — just how he views Ren.
Characters: Komodo/Mike, Dragon/Jace, Original Male Character, Reader
Summary: You're woken up by your roommate and crush, late at night, telling you to join him and your friend for some late night fun. Seems like it could be a good time.
Notes: anon request, okay i was worried i wldnt deliver but I feel actually happy abt this one, i kinda locked in
It's the middle of the night, and your eyes blink open in confusion. It's dark, it's wrong. You shouldn't be awake, yet the shaking at your side forces you to give in to consciousness. You sit up and groan to face your roommate, Jace. He's never been one to really bother you before. You've gotten along rather fine so far, in fact, even more than that. You can confidently say that he's quite the roommate, so much so that you've garnered some feelings for him. Which is one of the few reasons you aren't cussing him out for waking you up so late.
"I need to show you something." His hand presses your shoulder as he lifts you to a seated position.
You laugh it off, still delirious in exhaustion. "Jace, what time is it?"
He doesn't answer you, and you barely notice. After a hefty yawn, you follow his hold out of bed and pull pants on. You'd be more concerned about your state of undress if—once again—you weren't so exhausted.
"Listen," he says your name with such desperation in his tone. It's enough to sober your mind. "I'm want to let you in on something important."
Your eyes squint at what you might be lured into, but he pulls you in. The sight of his gaze steals your breath, and you bite your lip. Just his presence silences you, his hands are warm, and he looks at you so sweetly. Surely, whatever Jace wants to bring you into would be well worth it.
You nod, and he relaxes. "C'mon, Mike's waiting." He cooes.
You know Mike, the two of you have met a couple times—usually due to Jace. He's another interesting character, the way he conducts himself does light something within you. He's passionate, that much is certain, but he's also influential. You've always noticed how Jace falls under his spell, and you can't help it either. He's got a way about him that just draws you in, he's fun in a way that you can't deny.
Jace's hand is in yours, and you feel your pulse pick up as you follow. His grasp is comforting as you stumble out of the room. His shirt is off, which gives you the wonderful view of his thick and freckled back. He's muscle and mass, a delicious combination that brings a rise from between your legs. Maybe you'd get lucky and be lead to the threesome you'd had a few dreams about since you've met the pair.
He takes you outside of the dorm, and you start to wonder more about what exactly you've involved yourself in. Still, you follow, trusting your friend with your best interest. Jace begins to take you further out, and you find your nerves growing more tense. Maybe he sees it in your face or in the sudden strength in your grip, but he turns back and smiles at you.
"Don't worry, I'd never let anything happen to you." His voice fills your veins and flows into you. "You'll love this."
The two of you find Mike waiting in his car, playing a rock song you find brings some energy back to you. The urge to bop your head almost overtakes your sleepy disposition.
He grins at your approach, leaning his elbow out of the window. "Hey, glad you could make it!"
You shoot him a nod, and he returns it with a wink as he unlocks the car doors. Before you can claim the back seat, Jace leads you to shotgun. Mike takes your hand and pulls you in while your roommate finds a place in the back.
"Don't worry, killer. I won't bite unless you want me to." He pokes out his forked tongue, and you feel heat hit your face.
You shove his arm playfully, trying to hide your embarrassment in your laughter. "Where are you two taking me, anyway?"
Mike's smile remains, but there's an intensity you hadn't seen on him before. He glances at Jace, who leans casually against the back of the other's seat. Their eyes return to you, now more curious and cautious than ever.
"We're about to change your fucking life."
Now, you're really hoping it's the threesome.
The car takes off and you begin down the road, away from the college. The ride is fun, you sing songs so loud, the radio is pretty much useless and shoot the shit with two hot guys. You're having a good time, and this feels well worth the wake up. It's when the car halts in front of an abandoned warehouse that you start to sit uncomfortably in your seat. They've never taken you anywhere like this before. The possibility of being killed is now heavy in your mind.
Surely they wouldn't do that to you, right? Why would they?
"Guys, I—"
"Come on, quick." The command leaves Mike's mouth, and both men hurry out the car, Jace moving to your door to help you out.
You tug your arm from his touch, nervousness clear on your face. He blinks at you before holding his hand out to you, letting you take your time. Slowly, you let your shoulders relax as your palm lays into his. Jace hasn't steered you wrong before, he's always been there. The day of an exam where you forgot to study, he spent the whole morning refreshing you. Once, when you'd left your wallet at home, he bought your lunch. Sometimes he'd do it even when you did have your money.
You may not know Mike as well, but he also has his moments. You were stuck at a party, hiding in a bathroom and sobbing for a reason you no longer could recall. However, he found you and took you home without any issue. These two, they're your friends, they care for you. You can trust them.
You grab Jace's hand and follow, spotting Mike leaning against the doorway with a slight air of impatience. He brightens up when you two walk towards him hand in hand, pushing the door open with his hip. He disappears into the shadows of the building, waiting for you both to join him.
The first thing you notice, besides the unyielding darkness, is the stench. There's a heavy amount of dust that confuses your senses, but there is no mistaking that coppery smell and the sickly sweet one that joins with it. You hold onto Jace tighter, not sure what else you can depend on when the door slams closed behind you.
A lighter clicks, and you spot Mike's face glowing above the small flame. The sound of your name on his lips captures your attention and your dread.
"There's something missing in the world, nowadays." He lowers the lighter to a candle wick, the flame catching and growing even brighter. "But we've seen it in you, and we know you can see it too."
Your brows furrow, but before you can speak a word, Jace brings you closer. Mike lights more candles before standing and joining the two of you.
"I don't know what you mean." You mutter, worried to disappoint.
"You will." Jace whispers in your ear.
You should ask more questions, find out what that smell is, or even just run, but when Jace's lips are on your shoulder and Mike's press against your own, your brain fogs. Hands begin to search your body, and you can barely tell whose who in the dark. They move under your clothes and consume your skin with their touch. Your legs spread slightly as they grind on you in unison, and you moan against grinning lips. Mike drags his forked tongue over your mouth, and you feel his piercing brush your skin. Jace pulls you back against him, pressing his growing erection against the softness of your backside.
Fingers begin to push the waist band of your pants down before the tension is interrupted by a muffled scream. You flinch, and Jace catches you, keeping his firm arms around your body as Mike steps away.
He takes his lighter and, this time, takes a small can from the ground with him. Liquid drips out onto the concrete floor, but he's gone far enough from youthat you still can't see what he's doing. The sounds don't stop, and you're starting to feel sick.
Someone is here.
Flames burst up in a circle, following the trail Mike's left. It surrounds and illuminates a man gagged and bound. He panics further, but the fire doesn't reach him. The circle is just wide enough to simply make him sweat and keep him from escape.
The sight is terrible enough that you attempt to jerk from the hold you're in, but Jace doesn't release you.
Your fight begins to grow stronger, and Mike rushes up to you, hands up in a calming gesture. "Hey, hey."
"Don't you recognize him?" He asks, and you're forced to take a second look at the horror show in front of you.
It takes a minute, but you do. A dude you knew in high school that followed you to college and decided the sight of you having fun wasn't right. You assumed—at the time—that you both had grown out of it, but he still seems to hate you, and you can't understand why. He humiliated you at that party, he harasses you and spreads rumours about you constantly. Does that mean he deserves to be here, for whatever sick thing your friends are trying to get you to take part in?
Mike takes something from Jace—and only when it's pointed at the man—can you tell what it is. A knife with detailed engravings and decal, ritualistic in nature. This is all far too much for you to handle in your state of mind. You feel your eyes beginning to water.
Your body is trembling as you form words. "What the fuck is going on?"
He idly waves the knife in his hand, pacing slightly. "Our friend here loves to dish out pain, but he doesn't know it. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he's never suffered."
"So how can he really give something he's never had?" Mike's words are spoken with such ease that you momentarily wonder if he's rehearsed this.
"We've found something." His eyes don't leave yours for a second, locking you in his stare. "Something that brings not only pain, but pleasure and—this world is dripping with apathy, no one gives a fuck about anything anymore!" He yells, the sound making you flinch.
You see Jace move in the corner of your eye, and Mike relaxes in turn. "We want you to feel this with us, I promise then—you'll understand."
He turns the handle of the blade to you, and you find yourself completely stunned. There can't be a right answer here besides running, but the idea of having to abandon the only friends you have and go back to a life of solitude seems to ache you just as badly.
This man they've kidnapped, he's not innocent, far from it. He hadn't known pain, and it's not fair that you did.
"We want you to join us, we want you to show the world what we've discovered." Jace mutters against your cheek, his fingers intertwining with yours. "We want you."
Maybe it's the lack of sleep, the rush of arousal still lingering in between your legs or who the messages are coming from, but you reach out. Your fingers wrap around the blade, and you feel Jace's hold relent, allowing Mike to be the one to guide you.
"Show him what you got, killer." His voice lights your body up, and something else takes over.
It's a rush as you drag the man through the flames by his ankle, his body swiftly beneath you. Naturally, you hesitate, but Jace joins you, and Mike's hold moves over your hands. Every cut, every incision, and stab is aided with their help. You feel like a ghost watching over the scenario, as if Mike and Jace are in control of your body. A demonic possession that you allow with an eagerness.
Suddenly, you're sitting on the cold ground, and the knife is on your side. The body isn't moving, did you kill him? A cut drags on your waist, and you whine before lips are pressed onto it. You look into Mike's eyes as his mouth ventures down between your legs, finally freeing you of your clothes and underwear. Jace holds the blade against your throat, drawing bloody lines and cleaning them up with his tongue.
Your body trembles as they show you both heaven and hell with tongue and blade, blood and ecstasy. They devour you, and you know, even now, so much more awaits you.
First time drawing Rire !! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) I added a few h/c’s of my own such as the little wrinkles, a few beauty marks and cute pointy ears !! (^///^) I think he turned out okay ٩(๑`^´๑)۶ I’ll draw more of him soon ! also I did NOTTTT want to draw those fuckass shades of his SORRYYY
Hii!!. Maybe some headcanons about reader in a throuple with komodo and dragon?
The lovely cult husbands :]
They're very inclusive in their affection, if you walk in on them cuddling or making out, you're being pulled in
Komodo kissing down your throat and your chest as Dragon holds onto your arms, pressing his face into your neck. He's whispering something, but Komodo keeps you distracted
You find Komodo's love language is quality time, he likes bringing you along to do things, no matter how mundane or strange.
He'll lean on your side while you work on things or pull you in to sleep in a couple minutes longer.
You're at his side while he picks up strange packages, even when you turn your eyes when he reveals the contents. It has to be fake, it has to be-
While Dragon's love language consists of acts of service. He loves doing things for you, carrying your things, tidying your room or making you a meal. No matter how big or small, he loves to show you that he cares.
Stumbling back in an alley as a man corners you, he's angry, maybe drunk. It doesn't matter because large hands press into his throat until there's a crack and he falls. Familiar eyes look back at you as they squint with a smile.
"Don't worry, he's not dead."
They care for you deeply, they kiss your hands and take you places. Shoulder to shoulder as you snicker at silly horror movies or eat lunch in a park.
Hands over your own as they guide you to cut open the man's body. Every step of the way, they're with you. You don't ever have to be alone again.
I love scent freaks. steal my used shirt, bury your face in the crook of my neck and breathe deeply when you hug me, wear my clothes when you get off because it feels much better with my scent all over you.
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