#I'm doing this instead of writing the next chapter

[kkuras-gamer-gf]

Read your diary | Megan Skiendiel

Smut. Any maneskin fans? Loosly based on their song of the same name! Too short, so sorry.

G!p megan. Perv!meg who sneaks into your room when your gone. Reader is just as bad kinda. Perv4perv in a way. Dom!Megan?? Who would've thought

Megan didn't intend on going this far; it started simply as wanting to be a good roommate, doing the laundry. One day while folding and putting it away, she found something, a small book. She shouldn't have read it, but she couldn't help herself.

Surprised by what she found: your dirty little secrets and detailed summaries of your hookups. Then she read further, and her name started popping up. First, just little comments about Megan being attractive, and then it switched; filthy fantasies filled the pages.

The next week, she was doing more laundry, and a pink pair of underwear fell out of the basket. She shouldn't have; she should've just put it back in the basket, but she opted to stuff it in her pocket. Later that night, she wrapped them around her cock as she pleased herself.

It should've stopped there, but it became a bad habit, stealing a pair and then throwing it in the washer after she was done. It was the perfect excuse; you were gone most of the day for work, so she felt comfortable in her dirty routine.

Until today, that is, you had a half day at work. Megan didn't know that, so she assumed it was safe. But it was different this time; she had dared to go further, settling into your bed with your used panties in her panties, reading various pages in the diary.

Just as she reaches into her boxers, you open the door with a sharp gasp at the sight.

"Wh- Is that my underwear?!" You ask, looking at the balled-up fabric in her hand.

"I—I was doing laundry."

"In my bed?!?"

She jumps up, hiding the small book behind her back.

"Well...well." She really didn't want to out herself further, but she also needed a way under your skin to get the control she wanted. "You write about how you want me to fuck you!" A smirk as she gains an upper hand.

Your jaw dropped at this. How'd she know that?

"You—wh—how?" Your cheeks are bright red as you fumble around for words, "Did you read my journal?!"

"This one?" Pulling her hand from behind her back and opening to a page, "I feel guilty. What would she think if she knew I fucked myself in her bed?" She quoted, An embarrassing confession.

"I—stop."

She didn't, flipping forward some pages.

"I wish instead of my fingers it was her coc—"

"Don't act like you're innocent." You interrupt, "You take my underwear when you do laundry. God knows what you do with it."

"I think you know what I do with it." She takes a step, making you gulp, "And I think it turns you on." Faces now only a couple inches away.

"You're disgusting." It's more of a whisper, not meaning it enough to put effort in. She wasn't wrong; you knew that with the way your core dripped.

"I'm disgusting? I'm disgusting?? Says the slut who writes chapters about me and my cock. Let's see, which page was it..." Long fingers flip through pages, "In my dream last night—"

"Fuck you."

The smirk on her face drops, slamming the book shut and throwing it on the bed before a hand moves to wrap around your neck, threatening to tighten. As much as you tried to suppress it, you couldn't help the small moan that left your mouth.

"On the bed."

You oblige, lying down, as she uses the grip she has to push you in that direction. Her hands fumbled with the button to the jeans she was wearing, not bothering to take them off, just reaching in a hand to pull her cock out, hard and already glistening with precum.

Bigger than expected, intimidating almost. Your eyes widen at the sight, causing a cocky smirk on the girl's face as she looks down at you like you're her prey.

"Aw, don't tell me it's too big. You can take it, right?" Faux sweetness in her voice.

Nodding rapidly, needing her to do anything to soothe the heat in the pit of your stomach.

At this, Megan pulls you so your legs hang off the edge. Pulling at your jeans and throwing them to the floor, a thumb rubbing over your soaked underwear, practically drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, no wonder I have to do laundry so much."

"M-Megan, please."

"You want these off, huh?" Despite the teasing tone, she pulls at them as soon as you're nodding your head. Though she doesn't throw them to the side, instead balling them up to stuff into her pants, you were too much in a haze to protest, admittedly the act turning you on more.

Her leaking tip slides through your folds with embarrassing ease before sheathing herself inside you in one thrust with no warning; a moan mixed with a cry echoed off the walls.

"Fuuuck." Megan moans as her head falls back at the sensation, "So fuckin' tight."

The brunette's hands grip at your waist, trying to ground herself and not cum right away. Starting with slow, deep thrusts, pulling little noises out of you with every move.

"You know how fucking long I wanted to do this?" Her breathing gets increasingly labored, and she thrusts quicker with her words as if she's working herself up.

"Fix that bratty attitude." A particularly harsh thrust as she mumbles the last part.

"P-pl-please." The words leaving your lips don't even make sense as you beg her, for what you're not sure.

It's like she was made to fuck you with the way her body fit with yours, the tip of her cock reaching where others have. Her tempo changed in tune with your body; it makes you wonder if she's that good or if she did a little too much research.

"Tell me how good this cock feels."

"Shhhit. So, so good." Words slurring at the pleasure, hands grabbing to try and pull her closer.

Megan's hand that once gripped your waist moved to rub fast circles over your clit, your own hand wrapping around her wrist at the overwhelming sensation. You didn't want to admit that your nerdy perv roommate had you close to an orgasm within minutes. Neither did Megan, as she wanted to uphold her current dominance, holding herself back.

"Mm, I want to fill you up." She mutters through her heavy breaths.

The loud moan you let out shows the effect it had on you, clenching around her, basically begging for it.

"You'd like that, right? Having my baby?" Megan's voice lowered as her hips stuttered, the idea making her closer to cumming.

"Yes! Fuck, yes. Please." Tears stream down your face as you plead for her to fill you up. "Want it so bad."

"Yeah? Want my cum, baby?" Breathless moans and whimpers as her once loserish persona fades back in a bit as she reaches her peak.

Pulling out her eyes filled with wonder as she stared at the liquid dripping onto your bedsheets, seemingly never experiencing it before.

Your body lay limp; you barely noticed her cleaning you up with your own underwear and, of course, stuffing them back in her pocket for whatever perverted thing she'd do with them later. Grabbing the diary from beside you and placing a sweeter-than-expected kiss on your cheek before grabbing your laundry basket.

"Same time next laundry day?" She smirks before walking out to your laundry room.

It seems now you have a new tradition for laundry day.

[solarstranger]

CHAPTER 1 | I HOPE YOU SEE (RIGHT THROUGH ME)

w.c. 1.2k

tags. minors dni. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (23), some cussing (it's not bakugou's internal monologue if there aren't any), suicide-related deaths (see series synopsis for more details), discussions of suicide, canon-typical descriptions of violence

a/n. welcome to another series by yours truly!!!! i know i still have that body swap one in the queue, and while i am planning on working on that, this series' premise just spoke to me and i was emboldened to write it as soon as i could. i'm writing this as i go, though, so the posting schedule is likely gonna be erratic, but i promise i'll try to write this consistently. anyway, i'd absolutely love to hear what you think throughout the process, so please don't be a stranger and talk to me!

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Somehow, he’s wound up in the emergency room of Musutafu’s highly renowned Central Hospital.

Which, if he had the energy left to really think about it, is not particularly an unusual occurrence. He’s been here—and other similar hospitals—enough to have a general blueprint of the corridors etched in his mind, as well as the basic rules they shared and protocols that were strictly followed. Stuff like how phone calls are prohibited, fatigued doctors specializing in emergency medicine are perpetually present, and how—for a place supposedly and rightfully dubbed with the ‘emergency’ title—the staff sure don’t seem to have a whole lot of sense of urgency.

Although he supposes he’d rather have that than be in a room teeming with frantic energy. Maybe they’re doing it on purpose, actually, for the sake of the patients who get rolled in.

Except right now, he was not a patient.

He was technically not a guardian, either, though the disheveled-looking middle-aged man blatantly staring at him from a few rows up front is most definitely thinking otherwise.

Well, then.

Acutely aware of the unwanted attention, Bakugou shifts uncomfortably in his seat, wincing ever so slightly when the connected metal chairs to his right creak loudly with the motion. It doesn’t help that he’s still in his hero clothes—although he’s aware there’s no point in mulling over it now; after all, he didn’t exactly have the time to do a costume change with all the shit that went down.

Not that he’s exactly sure what that ‘shit’ even was.

It all happened too fast.

One minute, he was walking down his regular patrol route down Shizuoka’s famous tallest bridge—cursing the unbearable summer heat and the dehydration-induced headaches that it brought with it; the next, he was jumping off of it.

He even boosted himself with his quirk to aid gravity in his free fall, but to no avail.

Your body had already collided with the ground by the time he could grab your wrist.

The moments that passed after that are even more of a blur now. He doesn’t know how he did it, but after what seemed like an eternity of merely staring at your limp, bloody body, Bakugou was able to pull out his phone and call 119. The medics arrived shortly after, maybe in a span of five minutes, but to him it felt like more.

It took everything within him not to just haul your body and propel you to the nearest hospital.

Because if someone died under his watch…

“Mr. Dynamight?”

Bakugou startles, looking up from where he was blankly staring at his intertwined, scarred hands. At the sight of a white coat-clad woman, the pro-hero immediately stands up, nodding, turning to face the brunette with his full attention.

“Hi,” the doctor greets, “It’s come to my understanding that you’re the one who called in regarding Patient—” she trails off, looking down at her clipboard to double-check, before saying your name in a question. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” Bakugou rasps roughly, before clearing his throat and trying again. “Uh, yes, doc.”

The doctor nods. “Were you on patrol when you found her?”

Close, the voice in Bakugou’s head retorts without missing a beat. I saw her fucking jump.

Instead of saying all that out loud, however, the ash-blonde only nods wordlessly.

The woman hums. “Okay, then. Well, her parents are still on the way here, and normally we’d let them know first, but given the nature of your involvement and your occupation, I might as well inform you.”

Instantly, Bakugou finds himself bracing for what’s next.

The doctor presses her lips in a thin line.

“I’m sorry,” she starts, shaking her head solemnly. “She didn’t make it.”

Dead on arrival.

You were dead on arrival.

At least, that’s what the doctors told him when he pressed them for more. He couldn’t tell if they were hesitant about divulging further information about you aside from the basics or just simply in the dark themselves, seeing as how they only had your wallet that they found on your person to go from. Either way, Bakugou decided it didn’t matter as soon as an older couple burst through the doors of the emergency room—a good half hour later—whom he immediately identified as your parents.

Needless to say, he hightailed it out of there.

The last thing he needed was to be the unfortunate bearer of bad news, or worse, be recognized as the reason why their daughter is currently lying lifeless in one of the hospital’s private rooms.

After that, he couldn’t remember much of his actions, only that he somehow decided to head to the agency. The entire flight down to his office, he stuck his good ear out for any signs of ringing from his phone, which surprisingly—or unsurprisingly—didn’t come.

Which makes sense.

He’s heard stories before. Exchanged in hushed whispers back in the UA dormitory, and uttered in low voices in the agencies he worked at as a sidekick. About how suicide cases in the country are criminally underreported—not just because of the stigma surrounding the act, but because the police allegedly make it a point to conceal such cases, away from the media’s prying eyes and before it gets blown out of proportion by the public.

Hakamada told him it was most likely to prevent the occurrence of suicide clusters, to which Bakugou scoffed instinctively, granting him a reprimanding look from his mentor.

But really, could anyone blame him?

The idea seemed stupid then.

If he killed himself for whatever reason, he sure didn’t want his death to be treated as some sort of curse, talked about only when people think no one’s watching.

There’s nothing more pitiful than fading away without leaving a single trace, after all.

But now, as he sits in the quiet dark of his agency’s office—the building silent if not for the gentle whirring of his air conditioner—Bakugou finds himself oddly grateful.

Because…

Because.

He wouldn’t know what he’d do if he had to face the press about what just happened.

He’s not sure how long he sat spaced out in his office, but by the time he’s inserting his lone copy of his key into the door knob, it’s already two hours past midnight, and the exhaustion from the day’s events has finally made itself known in the form of muscle aches and a throbbing migraine.

Bakugou doesn’t try to fight the sigh of relief that wracks his body the second he hears the lock click, his movements automatic as he pushes the door open with his side, left hand reaching out in the dark until it lands on and presses against the switch.

As if on cue, light floods the living room slash kitchen of Bakugou’s apartment unit, a sight so mundanely familiar that he doesn’t even blink at first.

Just—drags his aching feet towards the foyer where he toes off his sneakers and drops his duffel bag, which he swears he’ll collect the first thing tomorrow morning.

But then that’s when it happens.

Bakugou barely catches it—the movement at the corner of his eye—but he does.

And when he does—glance to look at it—he blanches.

Because sitting on his sofa is no other than a ghost.

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[thatbirdguyy]

Sonic RS - Chapter 1

NOTE: this was an impulsive idea to make a snap of my comic script into a fanfiction, just to figure out how writing a fic works. I'm sure there's lots of room for improvement a long the way for the future. (English is not my first language).

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The sky was dabbed with various clouds of all shapes, coasting in a slow but soothing motion across and only letting spots of the blue dived sky peak through them. The weather was warm, not too hot or too cold with the sun shining reflectively across the metal deck of the tornado's wing, sparking a rounded light that if directly looking into it, could blend one's vision. A perfect weather forecast, to do whatever activities an early summer day had to offer.

A deal you solely couldn't decline once you'd step outside the door feeling the warm summer breeze blowing across your fur or skin.

Such a day was perfect for a maintenance check-up and quick fine tuning of a beloved red double-decker plane, the young fox with marigold fur thought to himself as well, when he took a break near one of his old workshops in the Mystic ruins. Halting the oldtimer on the checks' launch pad for her said overhaul.

The red of the biplane was bright, mirroring the skies view that moved transparently and lightly bend across its clear vanished metal. Sparkling tiny lights dancing around the surface like a glitter disco ball, although no party was in sight. Instead the clock was just hitting 10 AM in the morning, celebrating the coming back from one of Miles "Tails" Prower's adventures around the world quietly.

This time, he was coming back from a research expedition trip to Professor Pickles's Archeological Institute, the university he had visited on multiple occasions, even when the world wasn't split apart way back when he first introduced his cherished friend to Sonic and Amy. Last visit, it was to meet his personal intellectual hero, Professor Victoria and share his worldly experience and knowledge from their last adventure on the Starfall island with her and the world-- until Orbot swooped by to ruin his credibility, a sour start on his journey for his first solo adventure, but Tails knew this wasn't an end to the Professor's acquaintanceship, only a momentarily set-back.

There was so much more to come across and find out, once the repairs were made and he could settle back out into the unknown, searching for more thrills to feed is intellectual mind with and who knows, maybe do some heroisms when it was needed. Tails knew whatever came is way, shouldn't usher him off the wrong path, even if doubts about his own tugged on his heart and interfered his mind any chance his brain wasn't circling around the next project or in the need of a figuration to make.

Many more opportunities to validate his legacy were still open in the air after all and he knew other chances were just waiting for him out there.

This time however, his mind didn't got a chance to double down on his doubts as his thoughts were already occupied by the concentration on the plane's engine board. Rested with the back on a rolling simple wooden board, his arm stretched to lift out the screwdriver in the tool box placed next to his left side. Close enough to easily reach all its accessibilities while he was nailed to the ground. With the tool in his left hand, he quickly circled the last two bolts back into the plate, tightening them a little more than needed, to ensure the planes tubes that connected from the motor to the engines fuel wasn't sitting loose this time.

Flying the tornado for weeks had taken a toll on the plane's metallic shell, due to passing through a few wind turbulence here and there, during their several flights in the higher levels of the sky, over sees and land.

It wasn't unsurprising for that issue to knock on the door sooner or later, Tails accounted for that. Even if he didn't had the right tools to make repairs, he always kept a smaller tool box in the storage space of his biplane in case of any problems emerging. Lucky for him, his workshop was nearby, so he could easily make it, no matter what issues the Tornado brought out next.

With the last bolts pulled in tight, Tails dropped the screwdriver back into its socket in the tool box and pushed the tornado's hatch with a loud bang shut, satisfied. He latched onto the rounded edge of the plane's other side with both his hands above him and shoved himself with a tiny push from below the Tornado's body, setting down his feet to stop himself from rolling more than he needed to. His forehead and muzzle patterned with oily grease stains.

The clouds were departing meanwhile he finished up and the mid day sun glittered over Tails face, blending him immediately once he swung from under the deck, that shielded his face while he worked. Still, the sun was more of a warm welcome than an uncomfortable sting. The constant in wind shear in between made it bearable to work outside. It was a good idea he started this early, before the actual heat would take over.

Tails swings himself upwards from the wooden transport board, the wheels slightly turning while he stretched his arms and body straight towards the sky, cracking his back with a satisfying exhale, when he let his body falter back down. He was used to sitting and working in one place for several hours, but laying on a flat surface wasn't the idealist choice, neither when it was just for longer than 2 hours.

Tails turned to grab the soaked towel he had left for himself next to his toolbox, guiding it up to his face and quickly rubbing over it several times, to ensure he catched any dirty spots on his face. He can't deny the times his friends giggled at the sight and pointing it out to him, that he had dirty marks all over his face when he came out of his workshop. As if he played in a mushy puddle like a little kid. He was a kid, but not that kind of kid anymore.

"Phew! Alright, that should do the trick.", he exhales exhausted but amused through his success in the adjustment he made, as well as the little thought that quickly zapped through his head.

It was embarrassing to say the least, but he knew they were just teasing him, the same way they do with eachother all the time. Tails even himself, if the opportunity was in reach, would leave snazzy remarks towards his friends with the goal to embarrass them. It was almost a tradition between the four, so he got used to it backfiring on him too.

Tails lowers the towel to the ground, while turning his body back to the tornado, raising up his hand towards the side of the plane to pat it three times in a consistent rhythm, as if he was accomplishing it for being so brave through her maintenance, "Now with the drive all secured and the engine running, I can safely continue my trip without distur---".

As he's suddenly cut off by the the Miles Electric projecting a warning message flickering red across the screen, followed by a ear piercing sound, singing repeatedly, "BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!".

Tails gets startled by the noise scratching against his ear drum, it was painful but sufficient, so even if he was on the other side of the room or in a place full of noise, he could hear it.

"ACK! And just as I was saying...", he whined dramatically with his ears perked up and his fur rising by the shock.

Tails gets up from the four wheeled board, slightly pushing it away by the force of his body rising. But his focus was already snatched by the red screen and the message it projected on it. It was Amy emitting the warning with her usual trademark icon placed above it in a profile picture. Under it the prominent call symbol, pulsing with arrows fading in and out.

Tails, dazzled by the sudden change, immediately lifts up the device that was placed on the Tornado's lower wing, raising it to to his chest level and pushing the button to accept the call.

Tails looks down nervously, moving his head closer to the screen as it starts the broadcast, "Amy? what's up? Did something happen?", he jolted nervously.

Amy quickly turns her attention to the device, holding it just on the same levels as her head. She was seemingly talking to someone, before she sprung to viewing him.

"Tails? am I glad you answered at least! I couldn't reach out to Knuckles or Sonic about the news.", she plagued, a slight hint of frustration in her voice as she mentions it towards Tails. As if she had spend the last hours desperately trying to reach someone, that she slowly grew irritated by the efforts.

Tails smiles sheepishly, scratching his cheek, "ah-ha, so that's why you're calling me...".

But he quickly catches himself, shaking his head lightly. He puts his hand to his hip, tilting his head curiously, "Anyways, you seem worried, what's wrong? Is it about Eggman.. or someone else?".

Amy shook her head in return quickly with a slight smile, immediately denying Tails's statement. Those were the usual points, on why she would usually make an emergency call towards him and the others, but this time other danger was on the loose, or so did Tails figure, before she could say anything else.

Amy giggles awkwardly, as if she tried to make out of it much more of a secret than it was, "ehehe... actually not about "who", more about "what"".

Tails stiff stance lessens, regaining back the usual sense of self he has, knowing that it's urgency isn't as bad as he thought it was at first. He could tell by the way Amy reacted and that what followed now, was something of a different cause, on why she made an emergency call to him in the first place.

"Alright, I'm all ears.", Tails responses while titling his head a little.

Amy puts both her hands up, raising her shoulders as if she was gesturing a shrug, "So, remember the chaos energy mechaniser you build recently? It detected some unusual signals from yet another strange island, only a few stretches away from Angel island.".

She quickly turns her attention down to what Tails assumes was the keyboard to the portable laptop he got her, before she departed on her own journey together with Cream, Cheese and Sticks. It was for one a communication tool with unlimited WI-FI accessibility and two a safety measure, in case she ever needed to call one if trouble arose like now.

Amy frowns, eyes focused on the matters, whiles carefully scanning the screen, "At first glance, I just assumed it was a small energy shock wave caused by a chaos emerald or even the Master emerald itself, but there's something really strange about it.".

Her eyes ponder, wandering from one side to the other, while she continues to explain the following, typing off screen, "I've ran a few calculations of my own and supriiise~", she emphasises on the 'surprise', while her head moves with the sarcastic tone from side to side. "it doesn't align with the wavelength of any of the emeralds at all, it seems to be much more of a complex power source. Sending you all the info now...".

Tails nods to what she told him. Quickly caught by the notification of a new message coming into his mail box on the Miles electric. He opens the file with a swoop, a little caught off guard by the amounts of renderings popping up on the screen that the file contained.

"Okay, Got it! Wow... That's certainly something...", he replies uncertain, a bit taken back.

Tails looks at the device with a stir look, biting down on his finger to think. His voice slightly muffled by his gesture, "The hydrometric levels are increasing vastly, causing a climatic disruption. There's also a strong magnetic infiltration force encasing the island too...".

His expression turns to a grimace, with confusion visibly painted on his face, "This really IS strange.".

Amy smiled cheerfully at the response of Tails, but not due to his words but rather his ability to pin point exactly what was occurring by a simple look at the readings she recorded.

She quickly retraced her caution, but joy was still written on her face through her raise up muzzle nonetheless, "mhm, I knew it was the right decision to call you. You're the expert on this field, Tails!", she announces proudly.

Tails blushes embarrassed, avoiding eye contact whilst twirling his whiskers nervously by the sudden compliment, "Heh, thanks Amy." He quickly looks back down to her with a awkward smile, "Well to put it simple, the island is in a pretty critical state, almost as if it's.. dissolving."

Amy jumps up, getting closer to the screen with darted eyes, "Dissolving? You mean.. it's slowly disappearing? But WHY?!".

Tails puts his hand on his kin, focused, "Could be many reasons, the ones I listend are an indicator. But this energy signal however, still seems to be going off strong, like a weak fading pulse. I wonder what's behind that."

Amy falls back, tugging on her hair in nervousness, "I see. So What do you think we should do?".

Tails turns in thought halfway with his Miles electric, looking over his shoulder back to the Tornado, whilst Amy's focus stays onto him, "Now? I don't have anything planned, so I might as well fly over and see what this is about."

Amy scratches her cheek worryingly, "Maybe you could ask Sonic to come with you? Just in case something.. happens out there.", while turning the camera to put Cream in view, "I wish I could join the fun, but I kinda have a business of my own to attend to."

Tails smiles, putting a thumb up in response, "it's alright, Amy. If I see Sonic, I'll offer him to tag along."

Amy quickly replies with her sugary grin, the one that she always would give Tails, if he did something that made her proud of him, "Sweet! I'll leave you to it then, Tails! Stay safe out there and update me if you two found anything."

Tails winks, "Will do. See ya soon, Amy!"

He presses his thumb down the same button that activated the call, ending it.

Tails quickly takes a turn on his heel, jumping upwards and latching onto the sides of the cockpit, while kicking his feet to get into the seat. Excitement couldn't be read more through his motion to get the Tornados up and running as soon as possible. Impatient to set up everything quickly for the start.

Tumbling and turning in the seat of the cockpit, Tails finally settles into the right position. His hand wandering down to find and get the safety leech on in a quick move.

Tails leeches and snatches a hold of the steering wheel, its cushions slightly squeezed together by the force of his grip.

His eyes flaming up with the excitement of a little kid and his brow furrowed in determination for his next big adventure. He could feel the wind rushing against his fur, once he took off to the unknown.

What secret will it have to offer, what thrills are there to seek out for him, what more will be there to discoverer on this unbeknownst place? Only one way to find out, he gestures with an expression.

Starring out to take in the view, taxing the challenge ahead of him, but the buzzing feeling inside his stomach was too stout to let him rest. It was a good feeling, a sensation that made him feel the excitement rising, his impatience rocketing the more his thoughts roared, lunging for the next quest.

He raises his head higher, whilst opening his eyes with persistence.

With eagerness, he stares down to the panel next to where his Miles electric is locked onto in a secured frame, "Alright... then let's see what all these abnormalities are about!".

Flicking on the switch that connects to the motor, the lights blink in and out as they settle on a constant flash. Giving away the sign of a good signal for a smooth start. As the propellers start their usual motion, spinning around, they quickly pick up speed. The Tornados' wheels commenced to roll with the same momentum, as the blades push it forward.

Within just a minute, the machine's speed doubled and the edge of the launch pad came closer. The yellowish stripes on it now just turned into a blur that passed by rapidly in a synchronous way across the ground.

Tails steadily pulls the wheels closer to his chest, forcing the tornado's nose upwards and with a small rumble, he took off into the sky.

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The breeze and the warm weather were the perfect combination for a morning sprint across the greenery fields of the newly blossoming Forgetmenots. The gravel road next to it was a favourable path to enjoy the fields as you'd walk by it, hearing the dry ground trample from under your feet. And a certain blue hedgehog had no less of a different idea. Running in a matching speed along the blooms that smelled like fresh grass, sunbathed in the midday light.

Sonic was persistent on keeping up the running schedule of his days. Running was his most beloved activity and no matter where it took him, he would always slow down from time to time to enjoy views like these or let one of his friends catch up to him, if he ever went a little overboard.

Whether it was teasing Amy, as she tried to catch him or if it was Tails, who was eager to try racing him, when he was not immersed on his tinkering in the workshop. But if talks shifted to a race, nobody could beat the fastest thing alive.

Sonic appreciated running on the same level he appreciated his friends. The ones he considered his home. Well, Tails workshop's couch was also functioning as his home and place to rest, but this is a metaphorical statement here, so it's different.

Anyways- Sonic got used to his solo time out in the world. There were still more places to discover, more food to try besides his most beloved meal. Running up the mountains or the walls, visiting old places and taking detours across old towns or abandoned Eggman bases.

There was always something new to encounter, plenty of space to run around, even if Sonic at most times just passed through them rather than staying for long. Some nights felt loonier than others. But Sonic didn't heed much on his circling thoughts. If he felt lonely, he ran or visited friends outside of his main wingman's. His connections varied, some were happy to see him, greeting him with a smile, while others felt the need to turn on their self centred views, if he dared to make his presence known. That didn't bother him, he was just happy to see them.

Sonic soloed Eggman's attempts in attacking hometown civilians several time, yet often than not the resistance or his friends would join him. For Sonic it was nothing more than a game, that he and the moustachioed ol' scientist played for generations. A simple unbothered detour he took from his usual routine, if Egghead dared to cause trouble downtown. Super Badniks or minions, Sonic destroyed them all. His amusement written all over his face, while riding the high horse of victory, every time he swung by to unfold one of Eggman's throughly crafted plans. And he made sure his pride was known to the doctor every time, as much as he did subtitling his own plans.

Even if only a few months had passed between his and his friend's last adventure, Eggman was back on track with his usual stitch. And if he was to strike and pride himself, Sonic would be there to outshine it.

The red sneakers of Sonic sprinted across the dry ground, flinging tiny rocks from the gravel aside with each step he took. His royal blue spikes swaying in the wind that passed by him whilst running. His image reflects on the waters surface, that follows a little stream down to a forest nearby. Sonic's calmness felt by the movement coursing through his body.

The song of a past adventure pops into his head in a Sonic second. A melody just all to familiar and iconic. He turns on his heel, humming relaxed all the while trotting backwards. His arms tucked behind his quills, closed eyes to feel the warmth of the sun shining onto his face. The breeze passing by him, overshadowing most of its radiating heat.

"Hmm-hmm-hm-hmmm-h-h-h-h-hm-hm-hmmm~~~".

But the humming vibrating inside Sonic's skull is soon overshadowed by a louder, more consistent sounding humming. The sound as well, all to familiar. Sonic's ear flicks up to the noise, slowing down his humming, which ends on a more confusing note than he had planned for.

He opens his left eye, looking upwards curiously as he tries to make out the familiar hum that was buzzing around, increasing despite him not slowing down.

"hmmhuh?... is that..?", he questions, now both eyes wide open, whilst moving his hands out of the folds behind his head. His ears fully perked up to distinguish the sound.

A faded propeller rattling pops into the screen, followed up with a shouting voice Sonic was all too familiar with. He recognises and swiftly looks up to see the tornado skying above him. The genius, his best buddy and partner Tails was sitting in the cockpit, waving eagerly down to him.

He shouts from above, with one hand raised to the side of his mouth, trying to make it seem, as if he was screaming through a megaphone,

"SONIC, UP HERE!!!

"TAILS!?", Sonic shouts back, his smile wider than his muzzle.

Sonic was happy to see his little buddy safe and sound, the partner by his side he had been through thick and thin with. His delight was plastered all over his face, that he hadn't even noticed him speeding up. Guess his feet couldn't contain the excitement he was receiving in that moment once he saw his closest friend safe and sound after all the months between their departure had passed.

Such as Sonic, Tails couldn't hold his own jubilation in seeing Sonic again and immediately turned the gears and wheel towards the ground, guiding the nose of the tornado to Sonic's level. Holding position, he steadily guides the wheel to a straight line, avoiding the water while keeping enough distance between his brother and him.

Sonic jowls over, "Hah! So it is you! Long time no see, pal!!

Tails leans over, smirking proudly, "It's good to see you too, Sonic! Care to join me?".

"How could I say no to that?", Sonic shouts back eagerly.

He quickly slides his left leg across the gravel in a half circle move, preparing himself. Tails tilts the wheel ever so slightly as Sonic takes his chance, pushing himself off the ground with a smirk.

With a small thud, he lands in a heroical pose on the planes wing. Tails smiles upwards to him, ready to lift the two off them back to a higher altitude. With a quick glance down to the wheel, Tails once again pulls the lever close to him. The Tornado moves synchronised to his steering.

Sonic looks forward, kneeled on the planes wing. He stares out to the bluish sky, taking in the view. The clouds by now have disappeared and the sun was shining above them brightly. The air now a lot tighter than in the early hours of the day, but both the hedgehog and the fox didn't mind it much. Their focus completely shifted onto the next adventure ahead of them.

Sonic swings his head over his shoulder, standing with crossed arms on the planes deck, "So, how was your trip?".

Tails immediately takes up on the words, "It was.. awesome! I have so much to tell you!!". Yet his gaze quickly shifts to an awkward look, "But are you sure you can sit through it all?".

Tails knows Sonic wasn't the type to keep his feet still for long, especially bored by the stories of his little brother, whenever he would chill by his side, all the while he tinkered on his runaround crafts. Despite most stories being about factual information and or machinery instructions, Tails wasn't exactly sure if Sonic would be willing to listen to a storytelling for the next two hours, while on the way to their designation.

It was still worth a shot, even if the fox already contrived the answer in his head.

But to his surprise, Sonic waved it off quickly with an amused smile,

"what, me?~ Of course! Go on!", he shrug off in a relaxed tone.

"Aha, alright.. if you insist!", Tails laughs, betrayed by his own thoughts once again for thinking that critically towards his brother. But what would you expect from someone like Sonic the hedgehog.

He was always best known as an unreadable book, so Tails grew fond of the unexpected answers his brother would preach from time to time. Whether his answers were impulsive or led by emotion, Tails could never get used to it. But he didn't mind it, he knew Sonic was always ready to do favours for him, even if it meant stepping out of his own comfort zone in return.

The Tornado flew with the two adventure hungry guys off into the horizon, ready to greet their next adventure.

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Roughly a few hours had passed, counting in the minutes they took breaks to refuel the engine or do a small pit stop. Either way, the tour took its sweet time getting to the coordinates Amy send with him, along the file of documentation about the configurations his energy device detected. Sonic and Tails sky over the clouds, in search of it.

Sonic watches out and around, deliberating while they crossed the blue dipped see for the past hours. Meanwhile Tails sits in the cockpit, focusing on the flight and his miles electric he had been constantly locked onto, whenever it would make even an ounce of noise. Switching his focal point between the cornerstone of the cockpit and his cabled device from time to time.

It wasn't long until Sonic's patience slowly sauntered away. With a low lid glance, he turns around once more. His grin sparking signs of his usual adittude, if he was trying to get something out of someone.

"Okay~~~", he hummed sneaky. "Why did you brought me with you. It wasn't just to chit-chat with me, right?"

Tails' ears jacked up quickly to the question, which he immediately responded with an awkward chuckle. A slight undertone of embarrassment creeping through, "Oh, naaahhh...."

He lays back into the cushion of his leather seat, without loosing to maintain focus on what's ahead of him, "to be frank... Amy told me the chaos energy mechaniser I've build not long ago, detected strange abnormalities on a new island we haven't explored yet. I figured out that it wasn't just a small energy shock wave, but rather something bigger. It also seems to be affecting the islands environment."

Tails continues with a smile, raising up the finger as his usual "Erm I know what's" Stich, "I agreed to go check it out, since Amy got caught up with parenting Cream and she also told me to pick you up for backup, in case something happens whilst my inspections."

Sonic winks with a thumb up, assenting Tails words, "Alright, if you say so! Lots of info to swallow but I get the sitch."

He moves his view back to the front, crossing his arms with a poised stance, "whatever we’ll find out there, I’m sure it’s worth it.

Tails smiles behind him with an irresolute smile, "I hope."

Ending the conversation, his gaze turned back to focusing on their flight. Not a few minutes later, a red flashing light flickered pulsating from the corner of his eye. Tails notices in a hotfoot, meeting the screen of his Miles Electric with a stirred frown. Flexing his pointed finger towards the screen.

It loads swiftly and a lined out map pops up from the control measure panel. A red dot pulsating above a close by area of their current position. Tails knew it could only be that his Device had detected a signal from below around their coordinates, similar to the energy that his invention had picked up on.

"Hey Sonic…? I think I got it…", Tails charred.

Sonic gaped at the update and immediately turns with two steps around, looking down to Tails, "the signal?"

"Yes it close by, but.. there's too much of a low frequency for me to get a clearer reading above these clouds. Could you look out for me and tell me if you see anything?"

"Gotcha. Can do, buddy!", he nodded with a composed frown.

Sonic kneels down on the Tornado's wing, bending over the side and clinging with one hand to the metal bar to avoid falling off. His eyes scan the deep blue sea for any signs of an island, until they're meet with smaller islets distributed near to eachother. Greyish clouds skied above it, providing a sombre view.

"Aha!", Sonic jolts with delight.

His lifts his body swiftly, looking over his shoulder back to his buddy awaiting his report, "hey Tails, I see an island down below, maybe this is the one Amy was talking about?"

"eugh, the dark clouds certainly speak for themselves, broody.", Tails murmurs warily. "Buuuut!-- the coordinates do add up! I’ll go land. Hopefully this’ll help me get a better idea of what I'm looking at!"

Sonic smirks, raising his fists with a confident swing, "Alright pal, then let’s go!

"Right!", Tails smirks, persevering back to the flight, preparing himself for the landing.

It wasn't anything new to the mix, Tails had been on so many crazy adventures with the fast paced hedgehog and his other friends before, this was no different to what he hadn't seen already. But Tails scepticism and vigilance was what he was known for best, when it came to facing any danger up ahead. He made a throughly planned out approach anywhere in the face of danger, two steps ahead to calculate any outcome and avoid taking reckless risks. Only if the Situation required him a quick on the uptake plan, he shoved it aside.

If he hadn't picked up Sonic from his free run, he wouldn't be as heedless as he sometimes tends to be about the possibility of danger up ahead. But having Sonic with him, made Tails feel like he could play it less secure than he usually does.

Sonic knew that, trusting him to watch out for him anywhere the two were met with peril and he leapt into what ahead without worry. Tails wanted to prove that his months of self discovery and adventures weren't for the cat. Taking the risks was the fun of an adventure, the unknowns they had to face were his least concerns. But despite the guarantee of success, he couldn't shake off the slight fear sitting like a stone in his stomach, weighing him down with a weak feeling.

But before his doubts could circle in his head in full swing, Sonic catches him off guard with a loud howl of excitement.

"WOOHOOOO!!!! New mystery to solve, here we come!!!", he shouts out into the sky, both his fists swung up high to the sky.

Sonic takes a stance that spoke nothing but clearer he was ready for the landing. Tails swings his head light back in relief, rolling his eyes amused by the energy that Sonic carried with him. Silently, he was thankful that Sonic was there to distract him from his own fear.

With the wheel tightly in high grasp, Tails steers it down to the islets and the plan follows suit.

They were ready, for whatever came next.

[liesandspookyfairytales]

Saviors in Shadows

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Pairing: Poly 141 x Black Widow!reader Word count: 2.8k A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this chapter. The transition to the smutty part sucks lol. And this is the first time I'm writing smut that actually makes sense and is in story form, instead of headcanons.

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The next few months were… confusing. I noticed that mostly Soap and Gaz, but captain Price and even Ghost would make these kinds of flirty comments. Soap started with his ‘shopping for lingerie comments’ (which caused him to get hit multiple times by the others). I admit, I’d lost my cool with him after a few times. I confronted him, asking him what the hell he was doing, why was he flirting with me when he had three loving partners. He’d just grinned and told me that they knew he was flirting with me, that I just had to wait and see. 

I didn’t understand at first. Until Gaz sat next to me, close enough to touch. I stared at him, confused and wary, but he just winked at me, telling me that I looked lonely. After that

every time Gaz would sit next to me he’d make sure we’d touch. The captain was much more subtle. He’d join me in the rec room to do his paperwork, instead of doing it in his office, or when I mentioned that I liked the caramel ice cream that Soap always scarfed down, he’d gotten me a mini freezer for my room, where I could store my own tub, without worrying that Soap would steal it all.

Ghost was the most confusing. He only got close to me during training. I often ended up on my back, with him between my thighs. I could feel his breath through his mask, how his touch lingered and how his eyes locked onto mine.

It all came onto a head during our latest mission. We’d been sent somewhere in Marokko to track down a weapons trader working for a terrorist. I was absolutely done with the mission two days in. To say that heat and desert weren’t my thing, was putting it mildly. 

We’d spend the day scouting the area for the target. It had been going well, as well as spending the entire day in the scorching sun without sunblock could go well. Gaz and Soap had been messing around, their boredom getting the better of them after Soap’s insistent whining. The two had started with playing Simon says, but quit after the lieutenant's creative threats. They went on to play this or that, before Soap remembered he’d brought a pack of playing cards. So they were currently playing poker. Not the strip poker version, much to Soap’s disappointment. 

Price had eventually told me to join the two sergeants, insisting that he and Ghost could manage on their own for a bit.

Playing with them was amusing, to say the least. Gaz had a relatively good poker face and was good at bluffing. Soap was good too, but he was way too suspicious of me and Gaz, constantly grumbling about cheating after he lost a few too many rounds.

The last round was the most amusing. Gaz had folded, so it was between Soap and myself. I’d held my cards, smirking at Soap, who wanted to raise the stakes. “Are you sure?” I’d asked. Soap huffed, saying I couldn’t psych him out. I’d laughed, “I’m not trying to psych you out, just want to make sure you really want to do that.” He’d just glared at me and in the end, I won.

Soap immediately wanted to start another round, before Price called out that they saw the target. The three of us quickly sprung into action, switching back to the military mindset. It turned out that it was the target we were looking for. We’d quickly moved to kill the target, before all hell broke loose.

It had been chaotic. People shouting, guns firing, bombs exploding (no doubt thanks to Soap). I had been closest to the target, so I ended up taking him out. I was making my way through his followers, before putting a bullet between his eyes. I’d heard the guys finishing off the others, before silence fell. The only thing I could hear was my own panting and the ringing in my ears.

I hadn’t registered Price talking to me and I jumped when his hand landed on my shoulder. The sudden movement caused searing pain in my side and when I looked down, I saw a knife sticking out just under my vest. Gaz quickly pushed past the captain and guided me to sit down, before pulling out his medical supplies. I barely felt it as he cleaned and stitched the wound, only looking up when he held out a little bag of candy.

“For your blood sugar,” he explained. He opened the bag and picked out a few sweetheart candies. I’d looked at the message on the little heart, ‘I’m Yours’. After popping the candy in my mouth, Price told us we had to move to a secure location.

On the drive back to the safehouse Soap had stolen the bag of candy, sorting through them to look for the ‘right one’. After muttering ‘not that one’ and putting it back, he gave me three more candies. Each had a different message. ‘Be Mine’, “Kiss Me’ and ‘Let’s Get Busy’. He had smirked the entire way back.

I groaned as I lowered myself onto the ratty bed, careful of my injury and watch as the guys bring in their gear while Price is on comms with Laswell. The captain sighed as he walked in, “bad news, exfil can’t be here for another twelve hours.” I sighed and Soap started complaining while pouting. Gaz snickered, telling him he looked like a grumpy toddler. Soap cried out in outrage, before launching at Gaz. I huffed out a laugh, before settling in for a nap. The bickering in the background was oddly soothing and I quickly fell asleep.

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I wake up to quiet murmuring. Opening one eye, I see Price pacing up and down the studio. Soap sits on the couch, his leg bouncing. Gaz sits next to him and Ghost looks like he stands guard, keeping an eye on our surroundings. “We just gotta tell ‘er,” says Soap. Gaz huffs, “you want to tell the woman who finally has some freedom for the first time of her life that you think you love her?” “Well, yeah and dinnae act like the three of ye dinnae feel the same.” “You’re planning to tell her that four people are in love with her, she’s gonna freak out,” says Ghost. 

“Maybe you should let her decide if she’s gonna freak out,” I say. The guys stiffen and turn to look at me. “Well, are ye going tae freak out?” asks Soap, looking unsure. I hum, thinking for a few seconds. “No.”

Soap’s eyes widen, “wait, really? You’re not freaked out by it?” I nod, “you told me to wait and see, right? Well, I waited and I saw.” I sit up, wincing at the pain in my side. Gaz immediately comes over to support me. I hum, feeling the warmth of his hand seep through my clothes. It takes the attention away from the intense eyes on me.

“So I can kiss you?” asks Soap, grinning while he tilts his head. “Soap” warns Price. “Don’t overwhelm her, we don’t want to rush her-” “Yes,” I interrupt the captain. Soap inhales sharply, before crossing the small space in a few strides and kneeling a leg on the bed. He lowers his head, his lips only an inch from mine. “Are you sure?” he asks. I just roll my eyes and grab him by the neck before slotting my lips over his. I hear him groan as he relaxes in my grasp, a groan echoed by Gaz, who has front row seats to our kiss.

Soap moves to sit on the bed without releasing me. He wraps his hands around my waist before gently tugging me into his lap. I follow his directions, feeling the heat of Gaz’s hand leave my back. I settle my knees on either side of his thighs. Soap slowly gets bolder, moving his lips over my own, nipping with his teeth. Eventually he lets go to suck in a deep breath.

“We can’t do this,” says Price. I turn to look at him, “why not?” He shakes his head, “this is just the adrenaline talking, you’re going to regret this when we get back to base.” I shrug, “maybe I will regret it, but that’s a problem for the future, not for now.” Price still looks hesitant. “Please,” I add. He groans before slotting himself against my back and fisting his hand in Soap’s hair. “Well sergeant? She said please.” Then he kisses me.

Soap moves to kiss my neck while Price takes his time kissing me. It’s vastly different from how Soap kissed me. Where Soap was like a raging fire, Price was water, smooth, it felt like I could drown in him.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Ghost pulling Gaz with him to sit against the headboard. The sergeant's lips attached to the lieutenant's neck. He still wears his mask, but I can see his blown pupils. In the meantime, Soap’s hands slide down my waist, brushing over the bandage, before settling on the waistband of my pants. I grind my hips down on his, wanting to see his reaction. He groans and I feel the vibrations running down my neck, causing a moan to slip past my lips, only to be swallowed by Price.

I pull back from the man, before turning to look at Soap, who looks positively delicious with his eyes blown, neck stiff from how Price’s grip on his hair. “Are you going to take my clothes off, sergeant?” I ask. He groans, before quickly turning us both around, laying me on my back while being careful of my injury. He makes quick work of taking off my clothes, leaving me naked. After throwing my clothes on the ground, he sits back on his legs, hovering over me and taking in every inch of skin.

I see Price moving behind Soap, pressing himself against his back and moving his hand to fist Soap’s cock through his pants. Soap groans, throwing his head back onto Price’s shoulder. The captain hums, before opening the sergeant’s pants, tugging them down and pulling out his cock. Gaz moves beside me, leaning over me to roll my nipples between his fingers and giving me a quick kiss. Then he moves down my body. I open my legs, desperate for some friction, but he ignores me, closing his mouth over Soap’s cock instead, only stopping when his lips hit Price’s hand. I watch as he moves his head, groaning at the taste of precum.

I whimper, trying to get their attention, to get anything. Turning my head, I look at Ghost, who’s still seated against the headboard. While he’s still in full uniform, I can see the fiery red hickies lining his neck. I’m about to reach out for him, when I feel a hand on my clit, applying steady pressure while moving in circles. My head falls back and I trace the hand up to Price. He winks at me, before pulling Gaz off of Soap’s cock and pushing him towards my pussy. “Give some attention to the lady, yeah?” Soap whines at the loss of Gaz’s mouth, but chokes when Price starts moving his hand.

I’m enamoured by the sight before me, but get distracted when I feel Gaz press hot kisses against my inner thighs. I move my hips, trying to get him where I want, but he just grins at me, placing little kitten licks on my thighs. He manoeuvres his head, ducking under Price’s hand that’s still rubbing my clit, to lick my core.

I moan out for him, new to the feeling. I’m no stranger to pleasure, but I’ve never received it from someone other than myself. Gaz starts to eat me out like he’s a man starved and my eyes roll to the back of my head. With how pent up I am from the lack of orgasms, it doesn’t take long for me to come, pleasure wracking my body. Soap comes quickly after that too, his cum splattering on my stomach. Gaz quickly detaches from my pussy to lick his boyfriends cum off of my body.

I lay on the bed, panting, when Ghost speaks up, “come here,” he orders me, holding out a gloved hand for me to take. I look at him, before obeying. I take his hand and let him tug me to him. He settles me between his spread legs, making me lay down on his chest, my head on his shoulder. 

He tugs his mask up and I turn to look at him. He quickly grabs my jaw and turns my face away from him. I whine in protest and he nips at my neck in punishment, before he mouths the tender spot behind my ear. His mouth feels rugged, it’s like he has rough scars on his cheeks. He successfully distracts me from the others, letting me bask in the post orgasm glow.

But it doesn’t take long before he gestures toward Soap to come forward. The Scot eagerly settles between my legs looking down at me with puppy-like eyes. Ghost’s gloved hand comes up to tug Soap down, slotting their mouths together, his other hand still on my jaw, not letting me see. “Take my glove off,” he orders Soap, holding up his hand. Soap grins, before opening his mouth. He takes one of Ghost’s gloved fingers in his mouth, gently biting down and tugging on the glove, before moving onto the next finger. I watch him with wide eyes, my heart beating wildly, my breath coming out in pants.

As soon as Soap tugs the glove off with his mouth, Ghost’s hand is on my clit. He softly teases the bundle of nerves, before dipping his finger in my folds. I groan at the intrusion, pushing my chest up, only for Soap to latch his mouth onto my nipple. Ghost’s finger is thick, more than I’m used to. He pumps in and out of my pussy, before adding another. My head rolls to the side and I see Price in a similar position to Ghost, holding Gaz against his chest like the lieutenant does to me. The captain has his fist wrapped around the sergeant’s cock, moving at the same pace as Ghost’s fingers inside me.

My eyes move to Gaz, amazed by how pretty he looks. Soap, clearly not happy with the lack of attention, bites down on my nipple, before smoothing it over with his tongue. I hiss, fisting my hand in his hair, janking him back to glare at him. 

I want to lash out at him, reprimand him, when Ghost adds a third finger in my pussy. He lets go of my jaw, telling me to keep it in place, before wrapping his hand around Soap’s neck. “God, you can’t even behave when there’s a pretty woman beneath you can you?” he sneers. “Like a goddamn animal.” I stiffen, shocked by his words, but Soap only moans, hardening even further against my thigh.

“Is that what you want?” asks Ghost, pulling his fingers out of me, “ to fuck her like the dog you are?” Soap nods eagerly, yeses and pleases falling from his lips. Ghost hums, “go on then.” Soap moves quicker than lightning and presses his cock to my pussy. I cry out at the intrusion, and Soap stills, pressing apologetic kisses on my face. I take some time to catch my breath and get used to the feeling of a cock inside of me.

Once I give an experimental roll of my hips, Soap begins to move. He pulls out almost completely, before pushing back in, before pulling out again. The feeling of his cock dragging inside my pussy feels amazing. I hear a high pitched whine and realize it comes from Soap. He looks utterly blissed out. Groaning and whimpering, before burying his head in my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my nails along his back, leaving red marks. Soap’s hips stutter against my own, before he pushes in deep. I cry out at the new feeling. Before Soap can move again, Ghost grabs his hips. “Right there, sergeant,” he orders.

Soap obeys and continues hitting that one delicious spot. I quickly feel an orgasm rising again. “I-I’m close,” I whine. Ghost hums behind me, “that right, sweet girl?” I nod frantically and he lowers his hand back to my clit, applying steady pressure. “Come then, come for us,” he rasps in my ear.

I cry out, pleasure wrecking through my body as I clench down on Soap, causing him to cum with a hoarse shout. The Scot sags down on me, still working around the wound, which has started to ache. Next to me, I hear Gaz moan loudly as well as he cums too.

I faintly hear someone get up, before the tap runs. The person returns with a wet rag, cleaning me up, before tending to Soap and Gaz. As Soap pulls out, I let out a deep sigh and nestle deeper in Ghost’s arms. “You better not regret this later,” he warns as I drift off to sleep.

[glassmermaids]

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"But you know what I do know?" he asked. "What," you said, a command for him to continue rather than a question. "I know that you're a bitch," he started, "and that you get off on using people." You scoffed, but the smile on your face betrayed you, eyebrows raising at his words. "That's not true," you said, refocusing your attention on Art, but it didn't deter Patrick. Not much could when he had his mind set on something. (ch. 6)

[varpusvaras]

Breha wanted to have a soulmate.

Her parents were soulmates. They both had a mark of the Hand of Skies, the constellation visible during the winters of Aldera, on their left shoulders. Her mother had originally had the right hand of the constellation, while her father had had the left hand, and the mark had completed itself for both of them after they had met each other for the first time. It had been an early match, and her parents had grown up together since they had been ten years old. For as long as Breha remembered, she had looked at their love and connection, and indulged herself in the warmth and familiarity they shared with each other, dreaming of having the same for herself.

Her parents hoped for her to have a soulmate, too.

"Being a Queen is an important task", her mother always said. "Sometimes, it can be very lonely, too. I have gotten over so many moments of doubt with your father on my side."

She didn't talk about the other reason to her, but Breha knew about it anyway. She knew enough other Royals, other Nobles, of people born into influental families all across the Galaxy.

She knew what happened to those who didn't have a soulmate.

A soulmate was a part of you. A soulmate was someone who no one would ever take away from you. A soulmate was someone who would stay at your side.

A soulmate meant protection.

Breha didn't fully believe that her parents would make her marry someone she did not truly want to, but the fear was still there, and it gnawed on her, stronger and stronger, with every passing year. Alderaan was an affluent world, after all. Old, rich, and located in the Core. Many would be vying for the hand of the future Queen, if it was free for the taking.

Her parents had both gotten their marks at nine years old. Most people on Alderaan got their marks before their tenth birthday.

Breha's twelfth birthday had come and gone, and her thirteenth was fastly approaching, and there was nothing.

She didn't dare to speak about her growing nervousness to her parents. It felt like she would be insulting them, by insinuating that she thought that they would force her into something she did not want. She couldn't just keep it all inside, either, as it continued to bother her more and more.

In the end, she went to her grandmother.

"Sometimes it just takes time", her grandmother said, stroking Breha's back as Breha sniffled against her collar. "Sometimes the Galaxy and the Force has to look at things a little deeper, and to take a lot of things to consideration, things that you and me, or no one else, for that matter, has no idea about. It has to look at so many options before making the decision, so that the decision is the right one."

It did make Breha feel a little better. Maybe she had hope. Maybe she or whoever it was, at the other side, was just a little difficult to match with. Breha didn't think of herself as particularly difficult or complex, but maybe the Force knew something tha she didn't.

So she kept her hopes up, and she waited.

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She got her mark a week before her birthday.

She had noticed it immediately after waking up, and she had jumped out of her bed and ran to her parents to show it, without even bothering to change out of her nightgown before going.

Not that they cared, as they were just as happy as Breha herself.

The mark was a small flower, on the inside of her left wrist, with seven rounded petals that turned to sharp points at the last second. Breha thought it looked a lot like a star, if one had been turned into a flower.

Her grandmother agreed when Breha showed the mark to her.

"It's a forest star", she told her, "they grow in very deep forests, where sunlight comes through the trees only in small dots, and all the colors are dark and the ground is always glistening with water."

She turned Breha's hand a little to see the mark better, as it was sitting off center, on the right side of Breha's forearm. She was quiet for a moment as she looked at it, clearly contemplating her next words.

"What is most notable of them", she said, finally, "is that they always grow in group of threes."

She ran her fingers over the mark once more, and then gave Breha's hand a little pat.

"It's a beautiful mark", she told Breha, smiling. "With a mark like that, you're going to have a wonderful soulmate, I already know it."

Breha believed her. She had been right about the mark. She would be right about her soulmate as well.

--- ---

Breha met Bail Prestor when she was just shy of seventeen, after she had finally gotten her feet properly back under herself. She noticed him immediately, and joined him and his father to a debate between few other noblemen of Alderaan, that had been invited to the Palace.

She took his side against one of them, and when Bail turned to look at her and smiled, a little unsure but genuine still, Breha felt like something had bloomed underneath her skin.

When she looked down, there was another flower on her arm, on the opposite side of her original one.

She lifted her eyes back to Bail, to see him looking at her now with surprise in his eyes and equal amount of surprise in the smile he still had on his face.

Breha smiled back at him, brightly, with joy and relief.

--- ---

"I will do my best", Bail promised her that night, "no matter what, I will be the soulmate you deserve."

Breha believed him.

"Thank you", she said. "I will do so as well, for you."

She was there for Bail just as much as Bail was for her, after all.

--- ---

"I must admit", Bail said one day, when they were walking through the gardens on a late afternoon. "I am still a little surprised about the mark."

"How so?" Breha asked. She had the feeling that Bail wasn't talking about being the soulmate of the Princess.

"My mother looked up the flower when I got my mark", he said. "She told me that they grow in threes. I expected you two have two flowers, or something similar, I think."

That was right. Breha glanced at their hands. They had both received each other's mark, so they had fullfilled the mark for each other, but the flowers sat apart from each other on their skins, leaving a gap between them.

A gap, just wide enough, that a third flower could fit in between, linking their flowers to each other.

"That would've made sense", Breha admitted. "My grandmother told me the same. We have fullfilled each other's marks, though. I think that is the most important thing."

"It is", Bail said. "It just makes me think..."

He looked down on their hands, and then up at the sky, right past the mountaintops.

"If there is someone out there, with a single flower on their hand", he murmured, reaching for Breha's hand as he spoke.

Breha laced their fingers together, and thought.

All marks had a meaning. A point of connection. Like her parents, with each one side of a whole constellation, two hands made of stars, always meant to be holding each other.

Wouldn't it mean something, too, for her and Bail to have flowers that always grew in threes?

Breha looked up at the sky as well, and she wondered.

--- ---

Years went by. Breha married Bail. She became the Queen.

There were two flowers on each of their arms, apart from each other, with just enough space for a third one in between them.

--- ---

Being a Queen was sometimes lonely work.

What her father had not told her, was that being a Senator was sometimes just as lonely.

During the longest days, Breha would look down on her hand, to the two flowers on her skin, her own and Bail's, and she would draw strength from seeing the proof of the connection she and Bail had, even when the void of space was in between them.

She knew Bail did the same, and Breha was happy that she had been able to give him that connection, that lasted over time and distance.

She looked at her mark for a long time, when the word of the war starting reached Alderaan.

--- ---

Bail was calling her in the middle of her Court.

Usually, when he had something to tell her during their work hours, Bail would send her a message and ask her to call him, or call Visaiya, if it was something more urgent. It wasn't like him to call her like this, without sending a word out first.

She looked up at her Ministers, and gave a signal.

"My deepest apologies", she said, standing up. "I am afraid that I have to take an incoming call right away from the Viceroy."

There were no objections. The war had forced them to raise their means of security on both Alderaan and Coruscant, especially since Bail had not confined himself to only inside the Senate and the House. Anything sudden regarding him was treated with utmost gravity.

She stepped outside the Courtroom into the foyer to answer.

"Are you alright?" She asked, instantly, when the call connected and Bail's image appeared. "What's going on?"

Bail didn't look injured or even angry or crestfallen or anything of the sort that she had kind of expected.

Instead, he looked almost flustered when he looked at her, his eyes wide open, like something entirely unexpected had happened.

"I am alright", Bail answered, and then drew in a deep breath. "Something has happened, and I needed to tell you about it right away."

Before Breha could ask more, Bail pulled up his sleeve, and turned his hand around to show her.

There, on the inside of his arm, right at his left wrist, were three flowers.

It was just like Breha had imagined it. The third flower, right in the middle of the other two, interlocked its petals precisely with the flowers on both sides of it, and so linked them all together, with no space left between them anymore.

Breha lifted her eyes to Bail, who was looking at her, like he was just waiting for her to say something.

Breha had just one thing to say to him.

"Who?" She asked.

"I don't know", Bail answered.

It was not what she had expected him to say at all.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"I was just returning to my office", Bail said. "I had to wait a little since there had been some sort of incident, and the troopers needed a little more time to clear things up, and then I just felt it. And there it is, now."

Breha looked at the mark again.

Three flowers, right next to each other, interlocked.

There was a rule in giving and receiving another part of the mark, and fullfilling it.

There needed to be a point of connection in order for it to happen. It wouldn't happen simply for being in the same space with the other. There needed to be a moment of true attention, intentionally given and received, for the connection to happen.

That meant that Breha had more to ask.

"Who did you talk to?" She asked. "When it happened?"

She hadn't even needed to ask. Bail had already arrived back to the point himself.

"Oh", he said, then thought for a moment. "I think I need to have a word with the Commander of the Guard."

Breha knew from the moment Bail said those words, that many things were about to change irrevocably.

She looked Bail in the eyes, and she knew that he knew it too.

[partrin]

y'all

[calamitoustide]

new ship unlocked?

[kifu]

On her way down the hallway, Rogue heard the front door to the mansion open. Remy’s voice, laced in surprise, greeted the guest. Curiosity getting the better of her, Rogue ambled down the hall to the balcony over the entryway. A young woman, around the same age as the high schoolers that all resided there, shivered before Remy. She wore long sleeves and pants, but no coat. Her blonde hair was done up in braids, but it somehow added to a fearsome air rather than young.

“Dis where you been hidin’ out an’ avoidin’ responsibility, eh?” the woman asked Remy. Her accent nearly matched Remy’s, but it was much thicker. Rogue had to strain her ears and concentrate to make out the words.

“Should’a known one’a yas was gonna find me sooner den later,” Remy replied with resign. Rogue blinked. Suddenly, his accent that she already had a difficult time understanding at times, was just as thick as the guest. He shrugged his coat off his back and wrapped it over the blonde’s shoulders, leaving the sleeves dangle at her sides. “Ya must be cold. Whatchoo t’inkin’, comin’ up nort’ wit���out no coat, ma chere?”

“Came ta get you, sot,” the blonde scoffed. She stepped forward, inches away from him, angling her face to his. “Dat gonna be a problem?”

Remy stared at her, refusing to relinquish his ground. “I ain’ doin’ it, Belle.”

Her expression immediately flashed to one of anger, though it whisked by in an instant. The next thing Rogue knew, her mouth was on Remy’s. She kissed him with furious passion, and Rogue was certain that he kissed back. Rogue threw herself to the floor, her back against the banister. She shoved her fist against her mouth to quiet herself, and then leaned over to continue watching through the balusters.

In the short time Rogue worked through her crisis, the woman had pushed Remy back, slamming his back into the nearby wall. She gripped his wrists and held them tightly against the surface. Remy’s coat remained perched precariously on her shoulders. “I t’ought you love me, Remy,” she mewled. She pressed herself against him, her lips brushing against his face as she spoke. Rogue could barely hear her words.

Either she had some unseen super strength, or Remy didn’t care to fight back against her. His chest rose in a deep breath, and then he let it out in a strong heave. “I can’ keep doin’ it no more. It all a ploy doomed t’ fail. I go back, da bot’a us only gonna have more targets on our backs. Our guilds, dey meant ta stay sep’rate.”

“I ain’ afraid, mon amour. T’gether, I know we make it work. You fight like an assassin an’ you’ll have me by your side.” Rogue’s brows knitted together. She wasn’t sure she’d ever actually seen Remy fight. What did she mean that he fought like an assassin? That sounded like a terrible thing.

“I not afraid, either,” Remy rumbled. “I tired.”

“Dat why you ran away?”

“I di’n’t - ” Remy pursed his lips and held a tight breath. “I left ‘cuz’a somet’in’ completely dif’rent.”

“Like what?” the woman demanded.

Remy’s eyes finally slid away from her and any fight he had left in his posture disappeared. “Needed help. Mah mutant powers, I coul’n’t control dem. Found someone dat could help. Turns out, dat came at a … steep cost.” Rogue leaned into the spindles hard enough to hurt. He had enough history with this woman to be more open with her than anyone else around the mansion. Than with Rogue. How could Remy say that he was serious about them when he seemed to keep everything from her?

“What dat gotta do wit’ N’awleans?”

“Da cost brought me a job – up ‘round here in Nawy’rk.”

“Den why d’in’t ya come back?” she asked with mounting frustration.

Remy didn’t answer, but his breathing became more ragged. Rogue realized in the entire time she knew him, she’d never seen Remy in distress. Even when situations could have called for panic, he managed to stay cool and level-headed.

“Remy?” the blond prompted tersely.

His name was enough to snap him back to regain control of himself. “I join up here,” Remy said noncommittally. While this entire exchange was making Rogue realize that she hardly knew Remy at all, she did understand him enough to know that this was … a lie. Rogue wasn’t sure why, especially since it ultimately did end up being truth, but joining the X-Men was not the reason Remy stayed in New York. She believed him that he didn’t want to go back to his home in New Orleans, but obviously things were a lot more complicated than he made it out to be when he first explained his disappearances.

“So ya jus’ drop everyt’in’ ya had goin’ for ya un’er Jean-Luc. Ya abandon him an’ me. Our marriage an’ da union ‘tween da t’ieves an’ da assassins. An’ you what? Decide ya ain’t t’ief no more? Dat ya better’n us?” Rogue pressed her fist back against her mouth, processioning the accent-garbled words she’d just heard. Marriage? That assassin word again – and thief? Rogue understood none of it. He was married? Tears tickled her chin before she realized she’d begun to cry.

“Nah, ya got it wrong,” Remy sighed. “I ain’t fit da be da prince’a t’ieves. I ain’t Jean-Luc’s protege. I jus’ le Diable Blanc from da streets. I gone back t’ help Jean-Luc here’n den, but I tellin’ ya da plans our guilds had t’ unite ain’t gonna work.” When the majority of the X-Men told Rogue that Remy was sketchy, she didn’t think they’d meant it so literally. Remy as a thief explained so much, but Rogue couldn’t comprehend the extent of it all.

The woman snorted and finally released Remy’s wrists, but she didn’t step back to unpin him from the wall by proxy. “He got plans t’ disown ya or somet’in’? What ain’t ya tellin’ me?”

“Ain’t important,” Remy said with dangerous conviction. “But no. Jean-Luc don’ know. He want me back. Him’n Henri jus’ short’a beggin’ me t’ stay e’ry time I down der, but … ma chere, ma amour, it ain’t home no more.” Rogue’s heart skipped a beat, jarring her entirely. She’d caught the pet name earlier, but he called most girls “chere”. He was adding possessives with this lady. She was his love? His wife? He really was playing Rogue like a fiddle and she was bending to his every move.

“Da hell it ain’t, Remy LeBeau!” the woman snarled. “We ruled da streets’a N’awleans as kids, an’ we’ll rule da un’erground as rightful guildmasters, cher.”

“Bella Donna, enough,” Remy said, his tone back to level reason. “Da t’ieves, I know dey all stan’ behind me an’ follow me if I ask, but dat ain’t da life I lookin’ for.”

“Why not?” Bella Donna demanded.

“Je t’aime toujours, ma amour,” Remy replied dismissively. “But I beggin’ ya t’ leave dis ‘lone. Me an’ da t’ieves, we been workin’ t’ings out - ”

“It ain’t workin’, Remy,” Bella Donna cut in firmly. “We know da stupid li’l plans you been concoctin’ wit’ Jean-Luc, but short’a you comin’ home, da assassins guild gonna kill your entire family.”

Remy’s posture broke, his head smacking against the wall behind him. Rogue wiped the tears from her eyes and stared at him intently. “Okay,” he said softly after a lengthy pause.

“Okay?” Bella Donna echoed crossly.

“I go home wit’ you. I don’ need der blood on my hands.”

“An’ me? I ain’t somet’in’ in dis?”

Remy peeled himself away from the wall and grabbed her hands in his own. “Ma amoure, don’ you go believin’ somet’in’ silly like dat, hmm? I love you since da day we met an’ stole candy from dat shop owner.” His face was so close to hers, that Rogue felt hot fury burn away the wetness of the tears off her cheeks. He wasn’t the one to initiate the next kiss, but he didn’t push Bella Donna away when she kissed him again.

Rogue had seen enough. She rolled off the banister spindles and crawled back to the hallway she’d come from. She stood once she was sure she was out of eyesight. The tears came freely again, angry sobs threatening to betray her eavesdropping.

“I gotta tell someone I leavin’ first,” she heard Remy say. This came more clearly and loudly to her ears than any of the other bayou words out of their mouths.

“What for?” Bella Donna asked.

“I promised,” Remy explained simply.

“Oh, so dis personal an’ not professional, hein?”

“Yeah. Dis one is.”

He was coming for Rogue, Rogue realized. He’d promised her specifically that he’d make sure to tell her that he was leaving for home when the occasion arose.

She tore down the hall, masking her footsteps as best as she could in her haste. Hiccups interrupted her muffled cries as fury swirled heavily in her chest. He’d been leading Rogue on all along, but he had the audacity to continue playing pretend for when he came back? He’d lied and charmed her the entire time he’d known her. She was a game to him. And for what? He couldn’t touch her. Rogue couldn’t fathom why her, of all people. There was nothing she could give him. Bella Donna was a much better fit.

[unfinishedmural]

❌ Working on current wips for stories I plan on posting

✔️ Starting a self-indulgent, non-postable crossover fic where my au's Sun and Moon meet other versions of Sun and Moon from my favorite AO3 and tumblr aus, as well as a couple I made up that I haven't posted about, and accidentally turning the versions of Sun and Moon that were supposed to be 2D side characters to briefly explain the multiverse into the main characters of a modern fantasy college au

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

//Warning for marijuana use. I don't condone underage use, nor do I condone using irresponsibly. Sun, Moon, and Solar are all adults!

I'm so sorry for this ^^'

Edit: Please ignore the fact that I forgot that all of the animatronics do have teeth canonically in my own story... So just read it as them all forgetting that they do have teeth? Maybe?//

[midnightwind]

... god damn it, need to pull up 8LT again just to double check the description of Viago's silly little cane

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[endwersed]

Why do I have a feeling the strawberry 🍓 blonde goddess that is Lydia Martin is gonna be so fiercely protective when Derek eventually tries to accost Stiles?

Derek is for sure on everybody's shit-list right now - Lydia's, Scott's, the Sheriff's. Stiles is very lucky to have people who love him so much and will protect his broken heart so fiercely ❤️

[essektheylyss]

I know I keep just liveblogging my weird ass writing process rn but I did realize that the issue when I get into a section where things are quieter and there isn't some major plot beat is that my brain responds like. the fucking email form fields that start yelling at you the moment you type something because it's not a valid email.

I was just sitting here trying to figure out what I felt was wrong with the chapter I'd just finished and it's because it's slower. It also ends with a very quiet but (ideally) stomach-dropping beat! And it's the chapter in the middle of a section! Why are you yelling at me! It's doing exactly what it needs to be doing! The section's not done yet! Shut the fuck up!

[hero-of-the-wolf]

I know this is incredibly random but I wanted to let you know that It's Fine, Don't Worry About It chapter 4 has literally been an open document file on my computer for the past month and will get finished eventually.

I'M SO EXCITED FOR THAT 👀👀👀👀👀👀 but please take care of yourself dude 🙏🏼 I hope everything's well with you 🫶